Fairy Yunhua dreamed of love. When she awoke, tears had already soaked her jade pillow. Her eyes were filled with longing, and she seemed somewhat lost.
These were obvious symptoms of entering the tribulation.
Of Li Changshou's two Paper Daoists active in the Heavenly Court at this moment, one was livestreaming from the Moon Palace, while the other kept watch beside Fairy Yunhua.
At this moment, a major doubt lingered in Li Changshou's heart.
This old Daoist Fuyuan's problem was far too obvious. It was practically no different from exposing himself outright.
Before the battle against the Northern Continent's Miasma, had Li Changshou considered this matter, he would only have assessed it from the usual angles: cataclysm karma, Fuyuan's position, the possible consequences, the worst possible outcome, and so forth.
But now, Li Changshou added several more lines of inquiry, making himself consider matters as comprehensively as possible.
First, was it possible that Fuyuan had become a puppet halfway through, rather than being an original traitor?
Second, could there be something wrong with Yang Tianyou's origins?
Third, had a Saint directly intervened?
Fourth, could this be a target deliberately used by the other side to draw his attention and conceal their true scheme?
And so on.
Immortal Weng Fuyuan was an old immortal of the Heavenly Court. He had entered the Heavenly Court around the same time as the Wood Duke, and after spending so long there, he had climbed to a relatively high position. Fuyuan was merely a Daoist title he had adopted later; he had no remarkable origins.
If Fuyuan had been a chess piece planted long ago, then the timing he chose to make trouble was somewhat off.
—At this point, the Heavenly Court was poised to rise through the Great Cataclysm. There had been plenty of