Only deathly silence remained within the Mahayana world. On this day, someone had trodden over an ancient power dating back to the dawn of heaven and earth, and the corpses of countless mighty cultivators, to ascend the heavenly stairway.
He had opened the heavenly gate, and laid bare the most vulnerable scar of the place the world held sacred.
It turned out that those above were not all-powerful either. They could only let someone they deemed intolerable swagger his way to the very summit.
"Clack."
Min Youguo picked a stone from the bowl, trying to maintain his usual unruffled composure. He stared blankly at the stone that had slipped from his hand and danced wantonly across the board, panic and bewilderment intertwining in his heart.
He could not hold on to the stone in his hand, just as he could not contain that southern Lineage, as unstoppable as a raging flood or a savage beast.
Only after linking together the Heaven-Chosen Divine Sect, the Far West, Great Jin, and Li Dalong using the Underworld's fortune to break through Mahayana fortune did Min Youguo realize, in hindsight, that he had unwittingly become a stone on the board himself.
"Was the Azure Cloud Li Family waiting for me, or for Linjiu to act? Waiting for us to attack Li Dalong and destroy his Dao?"
Min Youguo's heart churned like overturned rivers and seas, leaving him unable to suppress the urge to vomit. The figure of Li Dalong ascending the Mahayana world seemed to stand before his eyes already, yet he desperately hoped Li Dalong would never appear before him. No one wished to see the mountain of corpses and sea of blood on the Mahayana Path, himself included.
There were far too many things he now knew for certain.
Li Dalong was