"What would you do, then?"
Looking at Yuanshi before him, Laozi's aged face was filled with helplessness.
With a temperament like this, how could things ever end well for him?
"Naturally, I would take advantage of their grievous injuries to wipe them out completely and vent the hatred in my heart!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Yuanshi answered directly.
"To vent the hatred in your heart?"
Laozi gave a derisive laugh. "The Twelve Ancestral Witches may appear gravely wounded, but how do you know whether they still have hidden trump cards? With your current injuries, if the fighting reaches that point, how will you escape?"
"If your wounded Sage body shatters completely and your primordial spirit returns to the Heavenly Dao, even if you eventually escape, a new order will already have taken shape in the Primordial World. Where will you establish your order then?"
"And what will become of the foundation on which your Chan School stands?"
Laozi pressed him with one question after another.
"Well..."
At those words, Yuanshi broke out in a cold sweat.
That's right! How could I have forgotten this?
Although Sages entrusted their primordial spirits to the void and were immortal and indestructible, once their Sage bodies shattered completely and their primordial spirits returned to the Heavenly Dao, there was no telling how many years would pass before they could escape again.
Nüwa had established no order, and Daochen had no intention of vying for supremacy over the Primordial World.
If he truly fought the Twelve Ancestral Witches to the death now...
The ones most delighted to witness it would likely be the two fellow disciples of the Western Land, Jieyin and Zhunti.
After all, to attain Sagehood, those two had incurred an enormous debt of heavenly Dao merit.
If they failed to develop their