As Meng Qi had said, who wouldn't want to attain the Dao if they could?
Of course he wished Jiang Zhiwei, Ruan Yushu, and the others could all escape the Bitter Sea and reach the Other Shore.
But that was dangerous—arguably the most dangerous undertaking under heaven.
If they failed, even Meng Qi would be unable to save them.
If they remained at Fortune or Perfected Creation in the future, however, Meng Qi's backing would undoubtedly make them figures of the highest rank in the world.
Meng Qi was torn. He wanted Jiang Zhiwei and the others to attempt Reaching the Shore, yet feared they might fail and come to harm.
In the end, the choice was theirs. Even if they asked Meng Qi, he would not decide for them.
Gu Xiaosang shot Meng Qi a sidelong glance, then walked into Yuxu Palace ahead of them.
She knew all about what Meng Qi had done before, and the little thoughts he had harbored back then.
She certainly would not make trouble for Jiang Zhiwei. They could even become good friends.
But that would not stop her from dealing with Meng Qi.
Meng Qi wiped his brow and snarled at Meng Chuan:
"You bastard! Are you trying to get me killed?"
"I'm not. I didn't. Don't talk nonsense," Meng Chuan denied at once.
"Come on, come on," Ji Ning cut in with a grin. "Let me show you my fine sword!"
"A fine sword indeed," Meng Qi agreed.
Gazing at Yuxu Palace, Meng Qi was suddenly overcome with emotion.
This Daoist ground of the Other Shore had witnessed the glory of two generations of Primordial Heavenly Venerables and endured the destruction of Eras without falling.
"A new Era truly is a new beginning. My name, Meng Qi, will spread throughout the