Unless all the Gate Valve Clans in the world are wiped out, they will always find new agents to stage a grand drama of dynastic change.
This continuous entanglement is just spinning in a game of chess designed by them, wasting time."
Tie Dan couldnât help but nod.
Indeed, even if he could really kill all the Gate Valves, they have mastered the Divine Skill of egg cloning, and the dead can resurrect in three daysâhow can you play like this?
Moreover, with the resurrection skill of the artificial people, he has personally seen those robotic Artificial People skills, strategic missile skills, orbital weapon skills, and unmanned drone skills.
To really fight against the Immortal Palace, sixty years is far from enough to settle it.
Tsk... so annoying, saving the world is really damn troublesome, what kind of fool would want to get involved in such a difficult matter...
"However, itâs not without a way..."
Hmm?
Tie Dan looked up, only to see Xuan Du seemingly lost in his own thoughts, holding his egg, as if making a firm decision,
"In fact, I have decided, if the next batch still fails, I will go to the Immortal Palace."
"Go to the Immortal Palace?"
Tie Dan was also stunned, never imagining that the pillar of the Mystic Sect, the Master Xuan Du who suppressed the world for five thousand years, would really disregard the rules like this.
Is the Mystic Sect throwing itself into the Immortal Palace something acceptable??
"Why not? In pursuit of the Dao, my lifespan is also nearing its end, the Taiji Dao is also a dead end.
And the Immortal Palace still has a path I have never seen before; isnât it worth sacrificing oneself to be reborn to seek it?"
Xuan Du seemed to be reinforcing his belief, looking at the sphere and saying,
"As long as you donât interfere with the Courtâs layout for the world, they usually couldnât be bothered to specifically target you.
I calculated that the Immortal Palace has a plan to migrate south, especially since Li Country has a great uprising coming, there will definitely be a southward migration of the Central Plainsâ culture to thrive in the Southern Border.
I plan to reincarnate there, first as a Mixed Cultivator, then join the Immortal Palace, setting up early.
This way, I can also focus on researching the Heavenly Demons, avoiding being disturbed and delayed by my senior brothers."
"The South..."
According to the development in the dream, the Three Constellations Court did move to the Southern Capital, but the place with the uprising seems to be the Xun Country led by the Xie Family?
But Tie Dan was too lazy to point out the opponentâs arithmetic error, nodded,
"In that case, I wonât disturb the Great Mage anymore..."
"Wait a minute! Iâve talked for so long, itâs time for me to ask now! You suddenly barged in! Beat me up! Ruined my plans! What do you mean by that!"
Xuan Du, being inexplicably attacked, naturally refused to end things inexplicably,
"Besides, if you are truly unrelated to our Thunder Ancestor lineage, how could you possibly know about the underground Insect Clan seal!
No one has been there for thousands of years! I sealed it myself! If you are not my senior brother, who else told you!"
Tie Dan replied calmly,
"Dreamt of it."
Xuan Du almost jumped up,
"You brat, youâre teasing me!"
Tie Dan sighed, looking around at these meatballs,
"Why is the Great Mage so persistent? Youâve studied them for so many years, I donât believe it.
You, have you truly never had a dream?
That Daoist scripture inside the Xuan Nu Statueâs belly, who taught you?"
"Scripture? What scripture? Xuan Nu Statue? Inside the belly?"
Xuan Du was temporarily stunned, then suddenly flashed in front of Tie Dan, grabbing him,
"Show me! Show me!"
Tie Dan, feeling helpless, knowing no resolution from fighting this old man, drew in the ground with the Black Sword, transcribed that scripture.
Of course, this time it was right side up.
But it was meaningless. Because those words, though recognizable individually, made no sense together, clearly not a Mystic Sectâs art, evidently some secret transmission of the Taixu Immortal.
Therefore, Tie Dan guessed that Xuan Du must have obtained some Taixu Daoist Collection but kept it hidden, didnât tell him truthfully. So, he unveiled it directly to him.
However, Xuan Du said nothing, just stared at the scripture, frowning so tightly, the cut on his brow bone cracked open, blood trickled down like a small stream over his eyeball, yet his eyes did not blink.
After a while, he stood there with wide eyes, immersed in the blood, as if gradually recalling some distant past, then seemingly catching some clue, painfully, slowly waking up.
Then he let go, slowly stood up, and walked towards the ruins.
"Yes, I have seen it... I have seen it in my dreams... but later I forgot..."
Tie Dan, perplexed, watched Xuan Duâs silhouette disappear into the distance, watched him manually open the newly repaired slab, digging into the earth, retrieving something, scooping it up with both hands.
White flesh, black blood, a sticky lump.
It was the embryo Tie Dan dug out from the belly of the Xuan Nu Statue earlier.
Then the old man looked at Tie Dan, revealing an unprecedentedly gracious and blissful smile.
"I remember now."
Then he resolutely lifted his head, opened his mouth, and swallowed the glob of flesh and blood.
This time, Tie Dan knitted his brows, holding a sword in his right hand, pinching a formula with his left hand, ready for unexpected changes.
However, time suddenly disappeared.
The air, sound, light, everything, suddenly halted.
It was as if darkness poured out from the void, ink staining the old manâs face, instantly permeating his entire body.
Then that elderly man, reaching toward the sky seemingly to embrace it, bent backward his arms.
Like a crow folding its wings, bending its spine, joints, knees, elbows, the ink-drenched silhouette stood up.
Straightened his spine, turning the back of his head toward Tie Dan, like a faceless face, crawled backward.
No, it cannot be said to crawl, rather, like in a stop-motion, flickering, instantly moved in front of Tie Dan, reached out to unmask his face.
Thus, Chen Xuantian realized, this future was hopeless.
So, he grabbed the sword in Tie Danâs right hand and stabbed it through his heart.
Then he woke up.