"Performing the Dao through the Journey West?"
Kunlun Secret Realm, beneath the Flat Peach trees at the Stone Pavilion.
The Red-Haired Immortal sat before a dull jade tablet, reading the decree that had descended from the Upper Realm. The indifference in his eyes gave way to shock!
"Using the kingdoms as a chessboard and the Pilgrim as a Dao Mark, he means to turn all All Under Heaven into a ground for his cultivation! What vision! What audacity! Master Soaring himself has long been suspected of being reincarnated, though his origins are impossible to trace. Many thought that judgment had been mistaken, but now? It would be harder to believe that someone capable of laying out such a grand design had not been reincarnated!"
"Which is precisely why we cannot let him have his way!"
A cold, hard voice came from beside him. The immortal who had donned a new Facial Mask approached at a heavy pace. A gloomy aura clung to him, along with countless figures, while murmurs rose all around.
The Red-Haired Immortal glanced at him and quietly took two steps back. "Fellow Daoist, we still haven't found a way to dissolve Master Soaring's contract with the Netherland. You can strike at him as a cultivator, but the moment mortals are involved, your hands are tied. One misstep, and you'll suffer a backlash. This matter must fall to me."
The Masked Immortal stopped. After a moment's silence, he said heavily, "I'm ashamed. I descended to the Mortal World for nothing and have achieved nothing."
At that, the Red-Haired Immortal was silent for a long while. At last, he said, "The three of us descended under orders, thinking success assured. Yet in no more than forty-nine days, Master Soaring has plotted against us until I'm the only one left.