Jiang Wang and the other two had long since flown far away, watching everything in silence.
Chongxuan Zun was calm and unruffled, watching the Dao Derivation battle as though admiring scenery on a journey.
Jiang Wang studied earnestly. Whether he understood it or not, however much he understood, he first grasped what he could and memorized what he could not.
Dou Zhao's brow was tightly furrowed.
Their subconscious seas had remained connected, and just as Song Bodhi raised his blade to build a bridge, unable to spare attention elsewhere, their positions were also exquisitely arranged, faintly forming the Three Talents. They could support one another at any moment, yet would not easily be swept away in one net.
At this moment, Dou Zhao's booming voice rang out in the subconscious sea—
"Why do they keep falling for it? Let me handle it."
Then came Chongxuan Zun's leisurely voice. "Then Meng Tianhai will have to wait for you for several decades."
"If he dares wait, I dare chop him to death. What kind of challenge is this old turtle, dragging out a wretched existence?" Dou Zhao abruptly changed tack. "Of course, whether you'll live long enough for him to wait for you is another matter."
Chongxuan Zun's tone remained relaxed. "Perhaps Meng Tianhai doesn't see it that way? I seem to have always been his primary target, unlike certain people, who are merely an extra."
Dou Zhao sneered. "Fate Rose took me away first, and Fu Lanting wanted to kill me first too. Who is stronger and who is weaker is obvious at a glance. Meng Tianhai only valued you because he had not yet met me then."
Chongxuan Zun clicked his tongue. "Fate Rose skewered you first, and you did not even manage a warning. You're quite proud of that."