The Dragon King was miserable. Why was I always the one getting hurt? "Xi, it's Xi. It was finally about to break free from suppression? The Spring Festival was almost here!"
The Dragon King sighed. The Heavenly Court was abuzz with discussion as well. Having experienced it once before, they found the power Xi was unleashing this time even more terrifying—and it seemed to still be growing.
"Why is this happening?" Han Xiangzi asked.
Lü Dongbin shook his head. "I can't figure it out. Logically, with Lord Lao handling it, this shouldn't be happening!"
Lü Dongbin did not know, and neither did most of the other immortals. They only understood one thing: Xi's appearance was inevitable. They could only hope that when the time came, countless lives would not be wiped out.
Lord Lao sat in meditation within Tusita Palace. He was neither refining pills nor taking leisure; he was thinking. The recent changes in the Heavenly Court had been exceedingly strange, and he needed to discern the Heavenly Dao's intentions.
Suddenly, his eyelid twitched. He raised a hand and calculated. "Now I'm getting dragged into this even while lying down. Xi wants revenge on me!" His expression turned grim.
Spring Festival's New Year's Eve was decreed by heaven. It was impossible to suppress Xi for an entire lifetime. It was like a spring: the harder one pressed it down, the more fiercely it rebounded. Xi had been suppressed in the Endless Sea for centuries. Once those centuries of accumulation erupted, it would surely bring earth-shattering devastation.
Lord Lao knew, but he had no solution. Nian had yet to hatch, so there was no means of dealing with Xi. Before Nian emerged, he still had Sui, and suppressing Sui could also counter Xi. But now there was a crucial problem: