With plans for the future held close in his heart, Yuanshi's thoughts stirred slightly, and a clear, cold Divine Sense crossed the void, transmitting toward Mount Shouyang.
Mount Shouyang, Bajing Palace.
Inside the pill room, purple qi formed a Yinyun haze, and the civil and martial flames in the Bagua Furnace burned quietly.
Laozi wore a simple Yin Yang daoist robe and held the Banana Leaf Fan, fanning the fire to refine pills as he comprehended the Great Dao of nonaction.
Receiving the Divine Sense Yuanshi had sent, Laozi's motion of fanning with the Banana Leaf Fan did not pause in the slightest;
Only, deep within his eyes, a trace of knowing sigh flashed past.
How could he not know of the conflict between his two younger brothers?
Their ideals differed, and they had encountered a killing tribulation; conflict was unavoidable.
As for right and wrong within it, from each of their own standpoints, both had their reasons.
Yet the Heavenly Dao was clear and bright, and the great momentum revolved.
This time's Investiture, assisting Qin in moving east and unifying the Human Race, was an important link in the evolution of the Heavenly number.
What the Chan Sect did pushed the boat along with the current and accorded with the "momentum."
Third Brother Tongtian wished to use the Zhuxian Sword Formation to forcefully obstruct it, faintly showing signs of moving against the momentum.
More importantly, if Second Brother and Third Brother were allowed to remain in such a stalemate;
One relying on his formation and refusing to retreat, the other with no plan available, the Investiture Cataclysm would inevitably drag on for a long time.
Variables would arise everywhere, which would be no fortunate thing for the circulation of the Heavenly Dao or the stability of the Primordial Wilderness.