Now that the most crucial matter had been laid bare, Ling Qing was finally at ease.
Though when he had spoken with Canglingzi, he had sounded utterly assured, going on about how little regard he had for Dharma Master Xuandu.
As if with just a small scheme of his own, he could send him crashing into utter defeat, let Canglingzi triumph over Dharma Master Xuandu, and reign supreme over the Three Realms.
But he himself knew that such shallow calculations were not even worth looking at before the Jade Emperor and Dharma Master Xuandu.
The mere fraction of the years they had lived was unknown multiples of his own, and who knew how many worlds they had experienced.
Unless a calamity arose to befuddle the gods and cloud their minds.
Otherwise, even one with no mind for scheming could, after seeing enough, perceive the root of all calculations.
When you could not outscheme someone and could not outmatch them in strength either, Ling Qing could think of no outcome besides defeat.
Now, all the difficulties had narrowed down to two matters: how to resolve this demonic calamity, and how to make Canglingzi accept a transferred calamity.
Yet Ling Qing had long since made plans for this.
This time, when he returned to the side of the Eight Immortals, aside from acting according to the plan, he also intended to sound out Dharma Master Xuandu and secure his approval.
Now that he had Yuanjun's assurance that he could act as he pleased in order to save Canglingzi, he could finally let go and act without restraint.
Since everything had been made clear, there was nothing further to say regarding this calamity. It all depended on what Ling Qing would do.
Afterward, Ling Qing seized the chance to seek Yuanjun's guidance on