Seated on Square Inch Mountain, Bodhi Awaited the Monkey

"Bodhi, what did you think of the calamity of the Demon Race?"

Beside the Sky-Mending Spiritual Stone, the gray-robed old Daoist stood with his hands behind his back and transmitted his question.

'Xu Bodhi,' disguised by Li Changshou, stood slightly behind him, maintaining the customary salute of a Western Teachings disciple. His hands were held before him, his body slightly inclined. After murmuring a few times, he said, "This disciple dares not speak rashly. I shall obey Heavenly Dao's command in all things."

Directly communicating with the Dao Ancestor and the Heavenly Dao Will carried certain risks.

The greatest problem was that he could not reveal too much information. Should the Dao Ancestor catch even the slightest clue and say, "You know too much," he would have no choice but to flip the table ahead of schedule.

Too unstable.

Having come this far, he had to wait until he was ninety-eight percent certain of a complete victory.

The gray-robed old Daoist fell silent for a while. With a gentle push of his palm, the mist before them instantly became transparent, revealing the beautiful valley and gentle slopes below.

They could also see a tribe of demon apes that had taken root and multiplied there.

"Bodhi, you once worked alongside the Demon Race. Do you think these demons still serve any purpose in heaven and earth?"

Li Changshou: ...

Did biodiversity in the Primordial Wilderness truly not matter?

Focus on business, focus on business.

"This disciple dares not answer such a difficult question. That is something only Heavenly Dao can contemplate."

A faint smile appeared on the gray-robed old Daoist's face. "Very well. You have always been cautious and prudent. You should still remember the Heavenly Dao Taboo."

Li Changshou hurriedly lowered his head and made a Daoist salute, maintaining his