Minghe, the ancestor, has truly gone mad.
This is not about merging with the Heavenly Dao; it is about whitewashing himself and delivering himself to the door, only to be swallowed whole by the Heavenly Dao.
Li Ping'an sighed softly with his eyes closed.
He once harbored a glimmer of hope; now, he feels even more powerless.
The predictions of the Heavenly Dao's Faceless One are coming true one by one;
Li Ping'an realized that he seems unable to change any of it.
"Master Nephew," Guilingling frowned and whispered, "What happened? Has Minghe truly merged with the Heavenly Dao?"
Li Ping'an sighed, gave no answer, and frowned as he stared at the Sea of Blood below.
The Sea of Blood strangely quieted down.
The immortals of the Three Teachings noticed something amiss, swiftly retreating from the Sea of Blood, gathering around the Great Mage.
In Jade Pool's hand, the Kunlun Mirror gently swayed, showing a blurry scene of Mo Linyuan's hall in the Northern Continent.
