He could no longer tell if his own path aligned with Bazhun'an's way, whether right or wrong. But at this juncture, he could only act according to Bazhun'an's intentions and follow the plan.
When joining the game, Elder Sang had received only three instructions:
"First, melt the Stairway to Heaven."
"Second, keep half of the secrets silent."
"Third, exert your efforts, allow some to pass, and intercept the following."
For half a year, all plans and actions had been strictly executed, and now those who were to be let through had been let through.
What Bazhun'an feared, Elder Sang had roughly figured out; he only feared the sudden influx of Ancestral Gods into the Shengshen Continent.
If they came one by one, perhaps in this seemingly ready-to-collapse situation, there might be a sliver of hope?
But, where lies that hope?
Elder Sang could not see the future, raising his eyes to a piece of darkness.
