You Speak, I Speak, Guessing the Truth

Wusi Realm, Wusi Great World, Lingtai Mountain, Bukong Grotto-heaven.

A tall, imposing middle-aged man dressed in a Gilded Emperor Robe sat facing Bukong Daojun beneath a completely withered Bodhi Tree. Bukong Daojun wore a light azure Daoist robe, his hair tied into twin buns, and his features were handsome.

There was an eerie emptiness around this Bodhi Tree, as though another Bodhi Tree ought to have stood there.

"Senior Brother Bukong, how is Rakshasa?" Since this matter had arisen because of himself, and since the Divine Emperor was unwilling to create a rift with Bukong Daojun, he had personally come to Lingtai Mountain to visit after leaving the Divine Emperor Great World.

At the time, Rakshasa had used Bukong Daojun's natal Spirit Treasure, the Bodhi Wonderful Tree, to return directly to Lingtai Mountain. It was clear that, in her heart, the one she trusted and relied upon most was still her own Dao Companion, not the Divine Emperor, her nominal master.

Bukong Daojun's expression was calm. "Rakshasa's Bodhi Main Body was destroyed. Bound as it was to her very heart's blood, she will need two or three thousand years to recover. Moreover, of her three Fourth Tribulation Avatars, only Great Merit Heaven remains. Her strength has been drastically diminished. But overall, there is no danger to her life, nor any hidden risk of her realm declining. Thank you for your concern, Junior Brother Divine Emperor."

So long as Rakshasa had not perished, the matter remained within acceptable bounds. Moreover, he himself had been the one to provoke Shi Xuan first. Naturally, Bukong Daojun would not seek trouble with Left Saint Imperial Sovereign over this. If he truly did so, while Life and Death Dao Ancestor might be unable to do anything to his master, could he not still discipline him?