Painful as the sacrifice was, if this brief pang bought the Western Land a glorious future, both Jieyin and Zhunti thought it was.
Worth it!
Weren't they merely billions of novice monks?
If Pingxin asked, the two of them would send every last novice monk in the Western Land's Sumeru Pure Land into the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
What of it?
Without the slightest delay, Jieyin and Zhunti moved, turning into two streaks of light that vanished from above the Netherworld Sea of Blood.
Watching Jieyin and Zhunti leave, Ancestor Minghe's Blood God Son avatar wore a deeply aggrieved expression.
He had intended to enjoy the show and watch the Twelve Ancestral Witches beat Jieyin and Zhunti senseless.
Instead, he had missed out on the show, and the two of them had reaped an enormous windfall.
Was Pingxin an idiot?
Of course, Ancestor Minghe would never dare say that aloud.
There was no other reason.
If asked, his answer was two words.
Afraid of getting beaten.
Sorry, his math was poor.
That was four words...
Ancestor Minghe could not be bothered to linger any longer. He had better return to his Netherworld Divine Palace as soon as possible.
After all, if he delayed another moment, the fissure Jieyin and Zhunti had forcibly torn through the Three-Dimensional Composite Array would close...
And so Ancestor Minghe vanished silently from above the Netherworld Sea of Blood.
Watching Ancestor Minghe leave, Dijiang lost his earlier inclination to invite him to visit the Netherworld Office.
Even now, he still could not understand what Pingxin hoped to accomplish.
He refused to believe that someone with Pingxin's disposition could fail to see the scheme behind Jieyin and Zhunti's request to send those novice monks into the Six Paths of Reincarnation.
But if she had seen through it.