"It is of no consequence." Yuanshi Tianzun flicked his sleeve. "If the inner demon revives, come seek your master again, and I will resolve it for you."
"Your cultivation still surpasses his by a measure. Attain the Quasi-Saint Dao Fruit soon, and he will naturally find it difficult to cross that chasm."
Taiyi's nose stung at these words of comfort.
Over the years, he had been deeply favored by his master, and this time, too, he had escaped rebuke.
But no one noticed—
When those two words sounded, that dangerous thought quietly began to grow once more in the depths of his Dao heart.
Like a drop of ink sinking into water, it spread soundlessly.
"I will certainly cultivate diligently without cease." Taiyi Zhenren solemnly kowtowed. "I will surely attain the rank of Quasi-Saint and wash away the humiliation of this battle."
Yuanshi Tianzun cast Lu Tian one final glance before departing on a cloud with Dao De Tianzun.
The other great powers also left in succession.
This Human Emperor enthronement ceremony that had shaken the prehistoric world finally came to an end on the level of immortals and gods.
Yet the mortal realm remained ablaze with countless household lights, while celebrations continued without end.
Even the members of the Western Teachings, who had the deepest ties with the human race, departed while maintaining an aloof bearing.
Only mystery could nourish the power of faith.
Once the auspicious clouds dispersed, only Fuxi and Nuwa remained in the clearing, their robes fluttering.
After settling his clansmen, Fuxi brought Nuwa into a secret chamber and laid down layer upon layer of formations to isolate it from the outside world.
"Now you can tell me your plan, can't you?" Nuwa stared intensely at her elder brother, her eyes full of probing curiosity.
Fuxi