With the Demon Buddha's divided spirit annihilated and his true self temporarily unable to escape the seal, Wang Siyuan seized the opportunity to break his shackles. From now on, the seas were wide enough for fish to leap, the skies high enough for birds to fly!
"Now I can devote myself to attaining a Dharma Body..." Wang Siyuan sighed with delight. "But the great tribulation draws ever closer. Those powerful experts will probably start laying their plans through the sects and clans connected to them."
"Although the Wang Family has severed part of that control, the Demon Buddha's methods hardly end there."
Wang Siyuan looked in a certain direction. "Perhaps we can ask the two Heavenly Venerables to intervene."
"In the struggle of a great age, to stand still is to retreat." Wang Siyuan returned to his room and continued cultivating.
For all this, he had severed his romantic ties, taking neither wife nor children. To stand still was to retreat; to fail to break through was to perish.
"If I fail, it hardly matters if this branch of the Wang Family dies with me!" Madness filled Wang Siyuan's eyes.
The hidden sun reappeared, and the planets returned to normal. Meng Qi descended from high above, a majestic voice ringing around him:
"The Dao that can be spoken is not the eternal Dao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name..."
"Reversal is the movement of the Dao; weakness is the application of the Dao..."
The five thousand words of the Dao De Jing were spoken one by one. Heaven and earth abruptly brightened, black and white motes drifted down, Xuanhuang hung low, and purple qi gathered. The words became a book that fell into Young Master Yu's hands.
Kong Zhao listened, utterly entranced. Was this his