Wind Stirs

The void dead scattered, and the Heavenly Demons who had watched coldly saw the attitudes of the Dao attainers and departed one after another.

Just as always.

They nurtured the younger generation and sought fellow Daoists of the same camp. It seemed that what came next would be a choice of attitude and allegiance.

There were many who had entered sainthood and attained the Dao, and they had suffered no small amount of torment from the Heavenly Demons along the path of cultivation. Thus, every Dao attainer who entered sainthood was an enemy of the Heavenly Demon faction. Yet among these Dao attainers were all manner of differing ideals.

Some hoped to enlighten the Three Realms and establish a unified Heavenly Court order.

Some roamed free and unfettered, intending to interfere in nothing beyond opposing the Heavenly Demons.

Others held compassion for the salvation of the world, incarnating into three thousand forms to walk among mankind.

Heng Hua had only just passed his sainthood tribulation. To all those who had entered sainthood and attained the Dao, he was merely a junior who reflected their own former circumstances. Next, they would extend invitations to Fu Henghua, probing his ideals so that more seniors of the same camp could assist him.

"I only hope it isn't about subduing demons, defending the Dao, and exterminating Heavenly Demons."

Western Continent.

Within a magnificent and resplendent heavenly palace, the Sacred Emperor quietly watched the ocean of starlight in the east gradually settle.

"Senior Taixuan has not been gone long. Who would have thought that another person of the Sacred Dao would arise in Donglai?"

The distance was too close.

If the seniors in the heavens merely wished to observe Fu Henghua's ideals, then as Donglai's neighbor, the Sacred Emperor had no choice but to