At the Jade Void Palace on Mount Kunlun, the Three Pure Ones had finished preaching the Dao and returned from the Daoist Grounds in Chaos.
Now that all three had attained the Dao and become Saints, they could see through certain karmic ties and predestined outcomes that had once eluded them.
Yet precisely because of this, they found themselves torn.
Their sects centered on the Human Race's fortune, but Nüwa held a share of that fortune, and Daochen held another. Laozi had gained only a tiny portion by founding the Human Sect.
The rest remained with Nüwa and Daochen.
The question facing them now was how to pry the Human Race's fortune away from Nüwa.
Moreover, most of the fortune of heaven and earth was currently concentrated in the Witch-Demon Clans.
The members of the Witch Clan had nothing but lumps of muscle in their heads. Even with the fortune of heaven and earth in their grasp, they had no idea how to use it. The Demon Race's fortune, meanwhile, was all concentrated in Daochen.
When Laozi had first attained the Dao and become a Saint, Daochen had pinned him to the ground and thoroughly rubbed his face in the dirt.
That had made it abundantly clear that Daochen was someone they could not afford to provoke.
Whether before or after attaining the Dao, they could not take him on.
One wrong move, and they would lose face.
In the past, they would never have dared discuss Daochen, lest he come storming to their door to kill them.
But now...
They were all Saints now, after all. *You can conceal the workings of heaven, Daochen, but so can we Three Pure Ones. We might not be able to beat you, but can't we at least indulge in a little trash