On Mount Sumeru, Jieyin and Zhunti stood side by side beneath the Bodhi Tree.
The Primordial Violet Qi marks between their brows flickered faintly, entering into a subtle resonance with the announcement transmitted through the Divine Dao Network.
While investigating the restrictions within the Primordial Violet Qi, they had discovered that the deeper they probed, the clearer that sense of discord became.
Although they had yet to finish verifying everything.
Their understanding of what Pan Xuan had said that day-"With your aptitudes, fellow Daoists, there is no need to say more"-had already grown increasingly profound.
"Senior Brother," Zhunti spoke first. "Father God's funeral-do we go or not?"
Jieyin remained silent for a long time before slowly saying:
"We go. Publicly, all living beings in the Primordial World will be seeing Father God off. For Mount Sumeru to be absent would be a discourtesy to the entire Primordial World;
privately, our investigation has made the problems within the Primordial Violet Qi increasingly clear.
Father God's funeral will be the best opportunity.
When the time comes, the gods of the Divine Dao System will gather, and Pan Xuan will certainly attend to Divine Dao affairs before or after the funeral.
If we can speak with Pan Xuan again during the funeral, perhaps we can make our final decision."
Zhunti nodded. "You are quite right, Senior Brother. What about the offerings?"
Jieyin pondered briefly. "Take Spirit Soil from beneath Mount Sumeru's Bodhi Tree, and Spirit Spring water from the Spirit Vein Core.
The soil is the foundation of the west's revival, and the spring is the source of all things' growth.
Offering these two things will express both our respect for Father God and Mount Sumeru's goodwill toward the Divine Dao System."
Besides the gods within the Divine Dao System, the mighty figures