Can we hold the line?
How many will turn to the Immortal Gods for a breakthrough?
When Yuan Bao asked this question, Master Wuwei was dumbfounded, truly dumbfounded.
He had been single-mindedly worried about the terrifying return of the Immortal Gods, but hadn't considered that some people might actually be eager for their return.
In this world of martial arts sects, many are stuck in the fourth realm of cultivation. They know the road ahead is there, but just can't cross it. And if they can't cross that threshold, they're destined to die.
The taste of awaiting death is something only those who face it can understand.
"Little sister, according to you, if the Immortal Gods return, there'd be nothing we can do!"
Master Wuwei sat down dejectedly.
Yuan Bao shrugged and said, "Senior brother, actually, don't think too much. The Immortal Gods may not even return!"
"And even if they do return, perhaps they've realized their past mistakes and changed their minds?"
