Bian Xuan fell silent.
As a promising seed whom the Brahma Sect had devoted its efforts to nurturing, he naturally knew quite a few secrets. For instance, the Brahma Sect had not existed for very long, and there was also the claim that the Brahma Deity had crossed over.
"For the Brahma Dharma to flourish, there must first be a process of acceptance. That is why monsters have power and Daoist arts have power, yet the Brahma Dharma cannot manifest its power."
"It is not that the Brahma Dharma is impotent," the man in blue said mildly.
After a long silence, Bian Xuan asked, "Then if the Brahma Dharma flourishes, does that mean this world has accepted it?"
"That was how it should have been, but now a variable has appeared."
"A variable?"
"Yes. Though Prince Dai may not be hostile to the Brahma Dharma, his presence as a variable could shatter the prophecy," the man in blue said bluntly. "What you encountered was only a minor setback. The crucial part still lies ahead."
The man in blue could be counted among those who understood the true nature of the Brahma Dharma best.
He also knew that, though the Brahma Dharma could not yet display much power, it had indeed built up some foundations. And as a Brahma Seed, Bianxuan actually still had a hidden trump card. Without being told, he would not know it; once told, he had a way to verify whether it was true.
Bianxuan remained silent for a long time. Only the faint sound of the wind could be heard, and moonlight lay like water over the courtyard. At last, he said, "Then what do you want me to do?"
Though he had made no outright promise, asking this question already revealed Bian Xuan's inclination.
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