The Azure Emperor could not stop the Demon Buddha. Worse, the backlash from the Fusang Ancient Tree's Origin left him powerless to attend to anything else.
The Bodhi Ancient Buddha would never help Meng Qi, either.
Helping Meng Qi meant helping the Three Pure Ones. How could he possibly do that?
The Golden Emperor watched silently, her attention fixed on Gu Xiaosang and Meng Chuan.
The True Martial Emperor could have intervened, but Meng Chuan signaled for him to wait and watch.
They were the side certain to win. There was no hurry.
Gu Xiaosang had already claimed and gathered the future. Her future self had returned to her at the current point in time.
Lights suddenly flared throughout the past. They were the Imprints she had left when Meng Qi had taken her back through history, markers to keep her from losing her way when she retraced it.
Gu Xiaosang went against the current and began retracing history. She paid no heed to the outside world, even cutting off her perception of it.
There was nothing she could do right now. Reaching the Other Shore as soon as possible was the greatest help she could give Meng Qi.
Keeping her attention on the outside world would only hinder her Reaching the Shore. If something went wrong for her, she would become a terrible burden to Meng Qi instead.
How could anyone pursue Attainment of the Dao with a divided mind?
"No one is coming to help you. What can you do?" the Demon Buddha roared. "Su Meng, today you die!"
Meng Qi said nothing and did not call for help.
He did not need to. Someone would act without being asked.
The Phoenix-Wing Black Gold Spear thrust out from the Demon Emperor Hall, piercing Space-Time and punching straight through