Listening to Zhenyuanzi, Uchiha Shin merely smiled faintly.
"Daxian, I had already been drawn into this struggle from the very beginning. I have never been able to stay out of it," Uchiha Shin said.
He now understood that from the moment he had arrived in this Journey to the West world, when Patriarch Bodhi accepted him as a disciple, he had already been caught up in this conflict.
Zhenyuan Daxian looked at Uchiha Shin before him. He held Uchiha Shin in very high regard and greatly admired him.
It began when Uchiha Shin, in the Miling Kingdom, had fought the Heavenly Soldiers for the sake of ordinary people and even demanded that the Heavenly Gods be brought to justice.
At the time, Zhenyuan Daxian had thought Uchiha Shin was just a hotheaded fool, an empty-headed man full of passion but lacking any brains.
But later, Zhenyuan Daxian realized he had been wrong. Uchiha Shin was far from a simple man; everything he did had been part of his own plan.
"Since you know this is a struggle, why insist on acting this way? You only need to do nothing and stay put obediently. No one can do anything to you," Zhenyuanzi said as he looked at Uchiha Shin.
Uchiha Shin said, "Zhenyuan Daxian, I could indeed do as you say and ignore everything. But as I just said, I am only an ordinary person. There are some things I have no choice but to do."
"Look at how chaotic the Three Realms are. The great powers of the Three Realms all hide away in their own blessed grotto-heavens, shutting their doors and refusing to concern themselves with the outside world. Sometimes, I truly do not know what purpose they serve in the Three Realms."
"There is a saying among cultivators: