Empress Nuwa also asked me to make a trip to Holy Mother Palace. I should go sooner rather than later.
With that in mind, Li Changshou emerged from the earth veins, gathered the Yin and Yang Qi left behind by the Taiji Diagram, silently entered the Lesser Qiong Peak Composite Formation, and headed for the secret chamber.
He had spent three months carefully analyzing the task personally assigned by the Dao Ancestor, and in the end, he reached one very useful conclusion.
Daydreaming was useless.
The struggle at that level had already surpassed even a contest between Sages.
The information he knew was far too fragmentary. He had only heard the Dao Ancestor recount the events of that year; if he rashly involved himself, no one could say what might happen.
The incarnation of the Remaining Will of Pangu felt like a massive pitfall no matter how he looked at it.
The Dao Ancestor appeared to have placed the choice between "kill" and "protect" in his hands, but in truth, he had already made a biased choice—seeking stability.
Li Changshou sighed softly.
If he had not even realized that much, then all these years he had spent muddling through the Primordial Wilderness would have been for nothing.
The bad news was that he had now become a blade in the Dao Ancestor's hand.
The good news was that when the Dao Ancestor had use for him, he would protect him to an appropriate degree.
What he needed to do was become stronger in the shortest possible time. At the very least, he needed the strength to survive in the Chaos Sea and carve out a retreat for himself.
Many things in this world had no retreat to begin with, but after choosing stability often enough, a retreat naturally appeared.
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