Tongtian fell silent.
Only after hearing Nezha's words did he suddenly realize that Nezha and Yang Jian's opportunity might lie within the Investiture Calamity.
If he forcibly kept them on Golden Ao Island, it might seem to be for their own good, but he might instead condemn them to fade into the ranks of the ordinary.
It seemed his thinking had been wrong.
"It seems it really is time to let you go out and temper yourselves."
"The Investiture of the Gods is a calamity, but also an opportunity. If you are capable enough, you might become Profound Immortals during the calamity, or even Golden Immortals."
"But if things go wrong, you might fall to the calamity, your true spirits entering the Investiture of the Gods List, forever subject to the Heavenly Court's commands."
"You must make this choice yourselves. I will not choose for you."
"Will you enter the Investiture Calamity to temper yourselves, or remain on Golden Ao Island and wait until it ends before going out?"
At Tongtian's words, Yang Jian and Nezha both fell silent.
Although they did not fully understand how terrifying an immeasurable calamity was, the atmosphere on Golden Ao Island gave them some inkling.
After all, even Tongtian, a Sage, had personally sealed off the entire island, allowing entry but forbidding anyone to leave.
If even a Sage acted this way, what of two mere True Immortals like them?
Why else would Saint Tongtian do this, if not out of fear that they would ultimately fall to the calamity?
A Sage possessed vast knowledge and experience. If he believed that these Golden Immortals and even those of Great Luo faced the danger of death, what did that mean for two True Immortals like them?
Perhaps in this Investiture Calamity, they would not even