Six Sages Gather at Purple Cloud Palace! A Big Plea for Votes
Sleeping through the sun and moon, one woke at dusk.
Unaware of how long the years had passed, one's true nature returned to the heart's pool.
This sleep had left his entire being slack and scattered, his mind dazed. That sense of security he had never experienced before had unleashed a mountain-crashing, sea-tsunami-like exhaustion.
Ever since entering this Primordial World, Li Changshou's lingering misgivings and worries, the anxiety he had suppressed, his concerns for the future, his vigilance over Senior Lang being erased, and the overload of his mind from constantly calculating the Great Cataclysm of the Investiture of the Gods...
At this moment, they were all completely released.
Li Changshou had actually been under immense pressure all along.
Before leaving Du Xian Sect, he could only keep comforting himself that the chances of being casually trampled like an ant were not all that great.
After leaving Du Xian Sect, he had wanted to obtain more resources to strengthen himself, while also worrying that his activity would draw more attacks against him.
Before he had successfully latched onto the Great Mage's thigh, the matter of the Sea God Cult had swept him into the vortex of the Dragon Clan, Western Teachings, and the Heavenly Court. He knew he had been walking a tightrope.
After much difficulty, he had entered the Heavenly Court through the Sea God Cult and earned the Great Mage's favor. Yet new attachments had taken root in his heart, and his position had forced him to turn around...
And gaze upon the boundless calamity.
The Great Cataclysm of the Investiture of the Gods was like an abyss, with the Saints' game of power as its greatest peril. If he drew too close, the forces within