"So no matter what, the sect could be considered half your home. You grew up in the True Martial Sacred Sect," the Sky Curtain War God said.
"I'm not trying to play the sentimental card. I'm merely stating the truth. Sect Master Xiao might not be suited to being a hero in troubled times, but in an age of peace, he is still a fairly capable minister."
"What did Ancestor want to see me for?" Xu Zimo raised his head and asked directly.
"This trip to the Slaughter Immortal Sect counts the True Martial Sacred Sect in," the Sky Curtain War God said.
"I can also meet a few old friends."
"Since Ancestor has put aside his pride to ask me, naturally I cannot refuse," Xu Zimo said with a nod.
"I simply don't want certain things to happen a second time."
"Good," the Sky Curtain War God replied. "I'll inform Sect Master Xiao. Don't hold the rest of the sect against them either.
"To be honest, you hid yourself deeply enough. Who could have imagined that before the Heavenly Mandate was even contested, a Great Emperor already existed in this world?"
"The Divine Emperor is different," Xu Zimo said, shaking his head slightly.
After chatting a few more words, the Sky Curtain War God departed.
Xu Zimo was left alone, reclining in his chair, merged into the darkness.
The sky gradually brightened.
Yet the heavens seemed to darken, and a fine drizzle fell soundlessly, its drops chilling to the bone upon the skin.
Xu Zimo summoned the two maidservants, Chunxiao and Xiuqiu, and instructed them, "Tell the sect that I am leaving. Have them make their preparations as well."
Then he called Lin Ruhu and Xiao Guizi, and the three rode atop Chaos's immense body, their figures gradually fading