Emperor Ziwei trembled with uncertainty, not knowing how to respond. The color of despair in his eyes grew even denser. If even Immortal Zhen Yuan was unwilling to intervene, who else could save the Heavenly Court? Surely they wouldn't resort to asking Shen Gongbao to plead with the Heavenly Sect Master to descend from the higher realm?
"To undo the bell, one must be the ringer. The Heavenly Court won't be destroyed so easily. This cosmic tribulation has just begun. You may go."
Immortal Zhen Yuan closed his eyes once more, as though entering into his cultivation. This left Emperor Ziwei with nothing more to do but to pay his respects with a shudder and depart from Wuzhuang Temple in dejection.
What Emperor Ziwei did not know was that as he left Wuzhuang Temple, Immortal Zhen Yuan slowly opened his eyes, watching his retreating figure with a look of profound thought, his own thoughts unknown to anyone.
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Eastern Continent.
