Facing Yang Jian's instructions, Li Beichen nodded.
"Rest assured, Master. With the Sun-Chasing Bow and Sun-Shooting Arrow in hand, along with the Physical Body Dao and Speed Dao, even if I cannot win, I can still hold my own against them. There will not be much danger."
Yang Jian said nothing further. He merely sighed softly, as though looking back upon a very long road.
"Back then, Ji Fa had the people in his heart. At first, he too wished to bring peace to the world. Yet as he kept walking, he somehow arrived at this point."
His gaze turned toward the Sea of Yin Qi, which still churned endlessly in the distance.
"Ji Fa was full of youthful vigor. He overthrew Cheng Tang and climbed step by step to the throne of the Son of Heaven, only to find his cultivation obstructed and immortality forever beyond his reach."
"Though he once cared for the people, and though he borrowed the hand of the Heavenly Dao to cause the Human Dao to lose its proper place, his original intent had been to act for the sake of all under heaven."
"But step by step, who would have thought he would end up like this?"
Li Beichen fell silent for a moment before speaking slowly.
"Back then, the Heavenly Dao made its arrangements, and the Saints made theirs. Master, your cultivation was still too shallow then for you to know the full picture. Human hearts are prone to change. Those people and events from the past had long ceased to be what they once were amid the calamities."
Yang Jian nodded faintly, then withdrew his gaze and led Li Beichen back toward Yang Pass...
The three-day deadline arrived in the blink of an eye.
Above Yang Pass, Li Beichen stood shoulder