One Man Takes Responsibility for His Own Deeds

Divine Dynasty, Jianyang Prefecture.

Before the manor that had stood empty for so long, a figure finally returned.

Monk Zhi Kong pushed open the gate, pleasantly surprised. "Lord Shen has returned."

After parting ways in Southern Sumeru, he had returned to the Shen Residence in Jianyang first. That way, if anyone came looking for General Nanyang, they would not find themselves as they once had—without even a person to ask.

Yet even he had been filled with worry after learning of the Bodhi Sect's plan.

Now that he saw that familiar black robe again, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"How did it go?"

Shen Yi slowly entered the residence and gently shook his head.

Seeing this, the smile on Monk Zhi Kong's face gradually faded. Whether Lord Shen had gone to Southern Sumeru or rushed to Eight Extremes Valley, those he had dealt with were all figures like Bodhisattvas and Immortal Venerables. The danger need not be mentioned, yet Shen Yi had always remained calm and composed. Such gravity was rare from him.

"Is there no hope left?"

Monk Zhi Kong forced a faint smile.

In truth, anyone with even a slight understanding of the cultivation world should have known, upon learning that the Three Sects intended to strike against the Divine Dynasty, that the outcome would be difficult to change.

The Three Sects were the Immortal Court. Their will was no different from Heaven's will.

Heaven's will could not be defied.

"Not quite."

Shen Yi entered the courtyard and softly exhaled a breath of stale air.

This trip to Seven Sages Marsh had at least allowed him to learn what sort of force those great sects had prepared to break through Southern Continent.

A third-rank powerhouse already possessed the strength to stir the winds and clouds of