Other than the Ten Thousand Immortals Upper Realm, Ning Ye headed straight for the Langya Upper Realm.
This time, he was practically becoming neighbors with his patriarch.
He arrived in an instant. Outside the realm, he straightened his robes and crown, then knocked lightly upon the void several times. "Disciple Ning Ye requests an audience with Patriarch!"
The realm gate opened, revealing an immortal road wreathed in clouds and mist.
Ning Ye proceeded along the immortal road. The surroundings were as vast and empty as ever, with only the Langya Sacred Sovereign seated at the center.
Ning Ye bowed. "This disciple Ning Ye has come to beg forgiveness from Patriarch."
The Langya Sacred Sovereign was shrouded in black-and-white radiance. His eyes were half-closed, and he seemed to murmur, "You know you are guilty?"
Ning Ye lowered his head. "This disciple knows his mistake."
"Where did you go wrong?" Langya asked.
Ning Ye answered, "The reason the three sects, including the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, existed was because the Nine Sovereigns deliberately left them behind as whetstones to test their disciples. Their past obstruction was merely meant to temper us disciples. Yet this disciple bore a grudge over it and smashed that whetstone to pieces, ruining the patriarchs' arrangements. Naturally, I am guilty!"
Langya chuckled. "If you knew that, why did you still do it?"
Ning Ye laughed as well. "Because that whetstone had rotted."
"Hmm?" The Langya Sacred Sovereign finally opened his eyes, black-and-white light flashing within them. "Bold indeed!"
Ning Ye said directly, "In the eyes of the Nine Sovereigns, the three sects, including the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, were whetstones. But the three sects themselves would never see themselves that way. Over the years, in order to make their own disciples Sacred Sovereigns, the three great sects stopped