Xuan's Madness?

Xuan fell silent.

There were only two choices before Him now.

Either they started fighting outright!

After all, the Sword Ancestor had only just obtained the Original Intent of 'reason.' He might have made some progress, but the gap between them had not yet become insurmountable.

The Cang Race might be defeated, perhaps even exterminated as a race, but the Human Race would absolutely not come through unscathed either!

"..."

He did not fear death. In fact, He had prepared for the worst many years ago.

But before that!

He had to get to the bottom of everything!

After a long while, the rolling Purple Qi silently receded. Xuan, standing upon it, vanished from the Starry Sky Frontline Battlefield as well, gone to parts unknown.

"Boy Xu Xing, now that the Cang Race has lost Heaven's favor, why don't we..."

You was puzzled.

They had clearly found the opportunity to wipe out the Cang Race. They could have begun fighting right now.

"Our fellow Daoist probably wants to buy us some more time," Confusion explained. "If we act now, even we may not be able to protect ourselves, let alone everyone else."

Hm?

Those words had actually come from Confusion's mouth?

"Correct."

Xu Xing turned back to look at everyone. Silver and crimson interwove and flowed within his eyes, giving off a heart-palpitating gleam.

"We've waited all these years. We're not short of this little while."

He wanted to make a move as well.

Or rather, not a single True Immortal present did not want to make a move!

But he would not, and could not, do so!

Now that he had obtained the Original Intent of 'reason,' he had a definite 'path' leading to the Dao Source—but he still needed time to walk it.

He was not much stronger