Laozi slowly raised his head.
His calm, ancient eyes gazed deeply at Nuwa, then swept over the green-clad figure on the altar below.
Then his gaze seemed to pierce endless space, settling upon the Human Race Fortune River, whose fate was mysteriously connected to the foundation of his own Sagehood.
At the very moment Xuandu had successfully passed on the teachings,
Laozi had clearly sensed that the thirty percent of Human Race Fortune that had steadily supported his Sagehood and sustained his Wu Wei Dao Realm was beginning to slowly drain away!
Although the loss was not rapid, the trend was unmistakable!
Now, under the Heavenly Dao's Operation, Human Race Fortune had naturally shifted because Xuandu had taken disciples and passed on his teachings.
This was the tide of the Great Dao, something no force of will could reverse.
To forcibly interfere would be to defy Heaven.
By then, what he lost would likely be more than just a slow trickle of fortune.
"Alas..."
A soft sigh escaped Laozi's lips.
It was faint, yet it rang clearly in the hearts of every mighty being present.
He gave Xuandu one last look, then gazed at the Myriad Myriad Human Race below.
He said no more.
The Wu Wei Dao Rhyme around him, in harmony with the Heavenly Dao, circulated faintly.
The figure in the plain Daoist robe slowly faded, leaving no trace.
Grand Pure Sage Laozi had departed.
There had been no scolding, no warning—only that sigh, whose meaning was hard to fathom.
He had silently accepted the shift in Human Race Fortune, and accepted that Xuandu was about to pass on his teachings.
This scene sent shockwaves through the hearts of every mighty being watching in secret!
"Grand Pure Sage... actually backed down?"
"He can even tolerate losing Human Race