Ye Wudao looked at them, warmth welling up in his heart.
These Primordial Gods and Devils all had different temperaments. Some were hotheaded, some steady, some shrewd, but every one of them valued loyalty and affection.
After five hundred years together, their relationship had long since gone beyond master and servant, beyond their contract.
They were true comrades-in-arms, true brothers.
"All right." Ye Wudao nodded. "Sorry for the trouble, everyone."
"I'll leave matters in the Immortal Realm to you."
"When I return from the Reincarnation Realm, we'll make our final preparations together."
Taotie laughed heartily and clapped Ye Wudao on the shoulder.
"No need to stand on ceremony with us!"
"Your business is our business!"
"All right, enough of that."
"You've only just come out of seclusion. Get some proper rest."
"We'll be off. Call us whenever you need anything."
With that, Taotie turned and led the thirteen Primordial Gods and Devils out of the great hall with long strides.
The fourteen enormous figures soon disappeared through the entrance.
Silence settled over the great hall once more.
Ye Wudao stood where he was, watching their retreating backs, and remained silent for a long time.
He knew Taotie and the others had been asking more than when they would leave.
They had been asking for a promise, for hope.
They had been waiting for five hundred years.
And it was indeed time he prepared to leave.
But before leaving, he still had much to do.
Reforming the Immortal Realm, establishing the Inspection Bureau, purging the Ye Family-all of these would take time.
Then there was the Reincarnation Realm.
He had to visit the Reincarnation Realm and retrieve his soul origin.
Without his soul origin restored, his Dao fruit would forever remain incomplete, his Origin Realm would forever be false, and he