Imprisoned in Holy Mother Palace

Li Changshou stood before the Hall of Supreme Harmony for a while.

He watched the sea of clouds churn before him, watched Heavenly Soldiers and Generals patrol back and forth, and gazed toward the distant immortal mountains, somewhat lost in thought.

It should be enough by now.

The gaze that had been watching him had vanished. The Dao Ancestor should have already taken action.

'A smoke bomb...'

With his hands clasped behind his back, Li Changshou rode a cloud toward his Taibai Palace, carefully considering the Dao Ancestor's possible reactions.

The Dao Ancestor had far too many pieces he could move. He could interfere through the Great Calamity, secretly stir up trouble through Tool Persons like Maitreya, or casually make a few promises to several Saints and have them run about for him.

Especially that Sixth Saint, who desperately needed to find confidence in ants. Relying on the tacit understanding that Saints Cannot Die, he would certainly leap about throughout the coming Great Calamity.

Yet in most circumstances, all they could do was watch him with their eyes wide open.

This was simply ridiculous.

Li Changshou shook his head, a faintly meaningful smile appearing at the corners of his lips as he sped up his cloud.

Suddenly struck by a touch of poetic inspiration, Li Changshou recited two lines in his heart:

"Mountains rise endlessly high; raise a hand and touch the vault of heaven.

For the sake of thoroughness, let not the name of steadiness be betrayed."

Tsk, so damp. So damp.

Unfortunately, he did not dare recite it aloud. He could only secretly declare his aspirations in his heart, then restart his Clear and Empty Dao Heart, suppress his emotions, and reassess every arrangement from this moment until Zhao Gongming's calamity.

Chance of victory: ninety-eight percent.

More precisely,