Zhunti took a deep breath, suppressing the surging despair in his heart.
"Senior Brother, do you think..."
"Can we still win the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation?"
Jieyin looked at him and remained silent for a long time.
Then, he slowly spoke:
"We can."
That single word fell with the resounding clang of gold and stone.
Zhunti froze.
"Senior Brother, why are you so certain?"
Jieyin looked at him, his gaze as deep as an abyss.
"Because of the Dao Ancestor."
"Because the Dao Ancestor will not stand by and watch."
"Because the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation is the Heavenly Dao's predetermined number."
"Predetermined fate cannot be defied."
Zhunti fell silent.
He looked at Jieyin, at those compassionate yet resolute eyes.
The thread of despair in his heart was gradually replaced by a glimmer of hope.
The Dao Ancestor.
The Heavenly Dao's predetermined number.
The Investiture of the Gods Tribulation.
That was right.
There was still the Dao Ancestor.
There was still that Grey Clad Figure.
There was still that supreme existence who had governed the Great Wilderness for countless yuanhui.
Though the Dao Ancestor had lost one round, that was merely the Human Dao Awakening.
The Investiture of the Gods Tribulation had yet to begin.
The Heavenly Dao's predetermined number had yet to be reversed.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun had yet to concede defeat.
They had not yet reached a dead end.
"Senior Brother is right."
Zhunti nodded, his voice much calmer now:
"There is still the Dao Ancestor."
"There is still the Investiture of the Gods."
"There is still the Heavenly Dao's predetermined number that will eventually arrive."
"No matter how strong the Jie Sect is, they are merely those destined to face the tribulation."
"No matter how overbearing Xuandu is, he is merely an ant within the