The sun sank behind the western mountains, and the endless wilderness gradually dimmed.
Waves battered the coastal reefs. Three figures gathered at the edge of a sea cliff, the atmosphere bleak and solemn.
Yang Huaxian, who went about in the guise of a twenty-year-old youth, looked back over the hundred thousand li of mountains and rivers to the north and frowned.
"The Righteous Path has already pressed into the Southern Border. Unlike Shang Lianbi, who keeps hopping from one side to the other, the three of us are standing on the edge of a sea cliff now, with nowhere left to go.
"If you aren't confident, nephew Sikong, say so plainly. Daoist Kongkong and I can have a match, and at least one wisp of incense will remain for the unorthodox dao."
Daoist Kongkong held a wine flask and gazed out over the Vast Sea. In truth, he had already given up hope.
After all, there was only one opportunity obtained from Northern Darkness Lake. That meant that unless they could seize another from the Righteous Path, he and Yang Huaxian could only settle by strength who would remain in this world.
And with his strength, he could never overcome Ancestor Huaxian, who had swept across the mortal world for three hundred years. Unless Sikong Tianyuan could turn the situation around, he was almost certain to die.
Sikong Tianyuan stood between them in a cloak. He could sense their distrust, but his tone remained quite calm.
"I've planned this for sixty years. Would I draw you two seniors into this if I weren't confident? But to succeed, I still need your help keeping the Righteous Path occupied.
"Xie Jinhuan will soon come to the Southern Border. The Goddess of War and Qixia True Person should be among his party. I'll