Dragon-Subduing and Tiger-Taming Great Wisdom King

Shen Yi had previously told Azure Flower about his current awkward predicament.

Unless he truly cast everything aside—neither fighting nor striving, finding some place of drifting clouds and idle cranes to become a reclusive immortal hiding from calamity—then the only path left was to fish in troubled waters.

Judging by the current signs, it seemed the entire mortal realm had been dragged into it.

Not to mention that after cultivating all the way, only to die alone in some desolate mountain in the end—what would have been the point of cultivating at all?

Even if that really were possible.

To resolve the troubles upon himself, leave Vast Marsh, kill Zi Ling, slay Azure Luan, and finally have this chance to withdraw unscathed today, he had in truth accepted no small amount of goodwill from others.

If he retreated now, Vast Marsh would surely be left with no one to shelter it.

Across the lands of the Divine Land, General Yan Lanting had once helped repel the Thousand-Armed Bodhisattva. Now he was seriously wounded and recuperating, while Wu Shan, the main force under his command, was still lying here. If Shen Yi left, the nine prefectures of the Great Southern Continent would be left for Ye Lan alone to watch over.

Master Zhi Kong had passed down the Dharma to him, helping him enter the seventh rank, and had concealed the matter of the Dragon-Tiger Grand Scripture. Yet in the end, all he received was becoming a black-furred beast beneath the Bodhisattva's seat.

With all these factors considered, the supposedly carefree retreat into seclusion seemed both dull and contemptible.

When he had possessed nothing, he had still dared extend that arm before the Dog Demon. Now that his cultivation had reached Taiyi True Immortal and Great-Rank Arhat, with a fourth-rank immortal