Bei Ming abruptly changed the subject and tossed the question back at them:
"If the Three Pure Ones unite to besiege me today, will you brothers turn against one another in the future?
And how will you resolve the threat from the West?"
Bei Ming did not completely trust Nüwa.
He merely believed that, based on their prior relationship and shared interests, she could make the right judgment.
The Three Pure Ones selectively ignored his words about brothers turning against one another.
But the threat from the West was a reality they could not avoid.
The Three Corpses of Saints could not contend with Jieyin, a true Saint.
Bei Ming had sought out Nüwa and made the Literary Sect her umbrella of protection. He could advance by making arrangements or retreat to preserve himself, while the West would not dare act rashly.
The Three Religions of the Three Pure Ones were another matter. They had little connection with Nüwa. As for being from the same school, were they not all from the same school?
Jieyin was fixated on the rise of the West. Whether he might do something unexpected at a critical moment was impossible to say.
Saints were immortal and indestructible. Even if any one of the Three Pure Ones could defeat Jieyin, they could not kill him. If he went mad, what Saint would fear another?
At present, upon this boundless chess game known as the Primordial Wilderness, all Saints had their own schemes and a tacit understanding with one another.
It was precisely because of this that they maintained their superficial restraint and accord, avoiding a true falling-out.
But if some Saint truly gave up entirely, seeking not to accomplish anything but only to disrupt matters,
he might not be able to lay out any plans of