Cui Jiuyang said, "Did you know all along that the Eight Extremes and those scraps of Eight Desolations Death paper were the chance to rebuild the Heavenly Court after it shattered?"
Great-Grandfather shook his head. "I didn't know until this little seal drained you dry, though I vaguely sensed there was much more to it. You know I resent anything that delays my ascension."
Cui Jiuyang looked at him. "Then why aren't you hurrying off to ascend?"
After saying this, Cui Jiuyang and Great-Grandfather both raised their heads and looked up at the sky.
They were already in the Heavenly Court, so naturally, above them lay Heaven Beyond Heaven.
This was the ideal place for Opening the Heavenly Gate. Here, the obstacle to ascension was like a sheet of window paper. Great-Grandfather could poke through it with one finger and leave this world that constrained him.
Great-Grandfather curled his lip. "If I left just like that, would you resent me?"
Cui Jiuyang laughed. "How could I not? Wouldn't it have been nice to stay home a hundred years from now, playing on my phone and gaming? Did I have to come clean up this mess?"
Great-Grandfather shook his head. "You didn't inherit this mess. You sought it out yourself. You could have done what I did: cultivate the Eight Extremes without looking for the Heaven-Climbing Ladder, open the Heavenly Gate with me, and ascend out of here. The Eight Extremes would naturally have gone looking for the next destined person."
Cui Jiuyang snapped, "What about Eight Desolations Death?"
Great-Grandfather looked even more bewildered. "What does that have to do with our ascension? Jiuyang, this world is too small. The mortal realm is too small, too. Why should we concern ourselves with that so-called Yin-Yang and order?"
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