The Taboos knew Bitter End was telling the truth.
Unlike them, if things really reached that point, he could simply leave at his leisure, abandoning Eternal Night and all of them.
"Bitter End, won't you at least consider..." Someone still tried to persuade him.
"Consider what?" Bitter End interrupted. "Our bond as fellow Taboos? The years we have existed together? Or that little bit of respect you once showed me?"
He shook his head, a trace of mockery in his voice. "You came to me only because you cannot beat that man and want me to fight on your behalf. If I fell on hard times one day, would you come to my rescue?"
The Taboos had no answer.
Taboos all grew from the same root? What a joke. How could one's brethren matter more than one's own sentience? None of them wanted to forsake their sense of self and return to ignorance, muddling along with no awareness of the outside world.
Bitter End withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes again. "Go back. I will not act."
A deathly silence filled the Daoist Grounds.
Declining Fate stood among the crowd, his expression shifting. His lips moved slightly, as though he wanted to say something, but he swallowed the words. A moment later, he suddenly stepped forward and said gravely, "We did indeed come to ask you to act. But there is one thing you may not have thought through, Bitter End."
Bitter End lifted his eyelids slightly. "Oh?"
Declining Fate said, "You may be able to leave Eternal Night. But have you considered this? If Youxuan truly reaches the Root Origin, where could you flee, even after leaving Eternal Night?"
He stared into Bitter End's eyes and spoke each word distinctly. "The Root Origin is the source of everything,