Exchanging the Qingping Sword to bring back Duobao and the others was, more than anything, a choice Tongtian made based on emotion—on the bond between master and disciple.
Even if he lost this batch of disciples, Tongtian would still be a lofty Saint, undying and indestructible.
He had all the time and all the ability to recruit again and nurture new disciples. At worst, it would merely delay the Jie Sect's revival by a few Yuanhui.
With the transaction settled, Tongtian Sect Master looked toward Beiming and said in a deep voice, "Junior Brother Beiming, all matters are settled.
"I will first take my disciples back to Golden Turtle Island, clean up the aftermath, and rally our banners anew.
"If Junior Brother has other plans in the future and needs the Jie Sect's cooperation, simply inform me at any time."
Beiming gave a slight nod. "Senior Brother may do as he pleases."
As for the Westward Journey, they still had to wait for Laozi and Jieyin to choose the specific personnel before discussing it together, so there was no need to rush for the moment.
Tongtian rose and cupped one fist in salute to Beiming and Nüwa. Then, with a sweep of his robe sleeve, clear light flashed, and he took the Jie Sect disciples across the boundless void, returning to Golden Turtle Island in the East Sea.
With the outsiders gone, Beiming looked toward the Literary Sect disciples. "You all have worked hard this time. I am aware of it.
"The Investiture of the Gods has already come to an end, but the Immeasurable Kalpa is long and unbroken. This is only one link within it.
"The true waves may only have just begun.
"For now, you all may disperse. Rest for a while in your cave abodes among