As for when Randeng would leave, the timing was rather hazy, and even Yuanshi could not calculate it precisely.
There were only two possibilities for such a situation:
First, another Saint had secretly laid plans around Randeng, concealing part of the Heavenly Secrets;
Second, the moment of Randeng's departure was lodged at a node of the Immeasurable Kalpa, and the interference of Disaster Qi had caused the divination to fail.
Whichever it was, for the current Chan Sect, it was no good thing.
Precisely because of this, over these years, Yuanshi had never truly regarded Randeng as part of the core.
Handling trifles, assisting in spreading the teachings, protecting disciples—all of it had fallen on Randeng.
And now, how could a mere half-household servant possibly invite a Saint to take action?
Even if Huanglong Zhenren came in person to weep and complain, his weight would probably surpass Randeng's.
Yuanshi sat upright upon the high platform, looking down at Randeng prostrated below the hall:
"The warfare of the Immeasurable Kalpa is urgent. In the Battle of Changping between Qin and Zhao, a large number of Jie Sect disciples have already gathered.
Go there first and assist the Twelve Golden Immortals.
After the Investiture Cataclysm is over, I will naturally go seek Bei Ming for discussion.
The Mystic Turtle is his close friend; without his nod, no reckless action may be taken."
Randeng knelt prostrate on the ground, his head lowered, his face shifting between gloom and light.
Now, he had lost two important Spirit Treasures, and his vital energy had been badly wounded.
In the short term, wanting to advance another step and enter the realm of Quasi-Saint was all but hopeless.
Heading to the Changping battlefield at this time was no different from placing himself on the edge of the