Bai Jun swept his sleeve, and the White Ray dispersed. Mu Bai stood in a great hall, gazing thoughtfully at a crystal sphere. Inside the sphere was a world where no one died and no one resisted. Everyone knelt in devout worship of the gods, just as Mu Bai had seen when he entered this realm. Countless palaces to the gods had been built, and the people of countless villages offered up their faith.
Jing'er prayed for her grandfather's health and longevity, while her grandfather hoped she would be happy and joyful all her life...
"Brother Mu, to tell you the truth, this is my world." Bai Jun stood beside Mu Bai, yet also seemed to be in infinitely distant outer space. "You too will come to this one day: setting the rules of your Inner World, bestowing faith upon its people, and making them believe in your Dao."
"Then what is your Dao? Gods? Deception?"
"No, I'm wagering myself. To defeat the Immortal Race, we need to discover the power of the gods. This is also a clue that generations of our ancestors uncovered through exploration. Don't you remember?"
"I don't believe in any gods. Power can blast through all falsehood!"
"No. We comprehend laws, but gods can change laws and create them. Who would you say has the upper hand?"
"You know the Immortal Race's methods?"
"The Immortal Race's methods aren't that powerful yet. Haven't we endured humiliation for all these years precisely to fight them? To drive them out of our Origin Realm. Wouldn't you agree, elder brother?"
"You?"
Already shaken by Bai Jun's words, Mu Bai was startled to suddenly hear Bai Jun call him elder brother. Could this have something to do with his origins?
"Of course, in this lifetime of yours, this is only