In a virtual meeting room within the Myriad Immortal Illusion Realm, Chen Jingyun knelt on the floor, head lowered, without saying a word.
Before him sat Xiboche at the center, with Feng Luoyi, the Hand of the Common People, and Hua Ruogeng, Chen Jingyun's master, on either side. With the Bo family having set the precedent of treating the right to inherit the family headship as a burden and a stumbling block, most high-level cultivators of the Myriad Dharma Sect disliked things like power—Divine Lord Bai Ze was an oddity among oddities, so he could be set aside for now. These three were the previous generation's strongest figures and wielders of real authority within the Myriad Dharma Sect.
Forcing a disciple who might have become Free and Unfettered out of the sect was far too grave a matter. Chen Jingyun felt that he could not bear the responsibility, so he summoned these three great cultivators and prostrated himself to plead guilty.
Whether he could bear it or not, he could not shirk this responsibility.
Most Free and Unfettered Cultivators withdrew from the world, but they all carried calculating artifacts capable of connecting to the Myriad Immortal Illusion Realm. For a high-level cultivator like Chen Jingyun, contacting them was not difficult.
Hua Ruogeng sighed. "Foolish child... get up. This is not your fault. If us old fellows had encountered this, we would likely have ended up at this point as well."
"Banished immortals are too strange and treacherous. One cannot be too careful," Feng Luoyi agreed with a nod.
"Far too few banished immortals are known. So few that no pattern can be drawn from them. From a probabilistic standpoint, it is not impossible for one to appear whose mathematical attainment matches our own." Xiboche also consoled him. "Rise, rise. What