A’Cang instinctively looked up and met Su Yi’s gaze. “Please instruct me, Fellow Daoist.”

“Stay here and watch over my friends in secret,” said Su Yi. “Then, when I get back, I’ll take all of you with me next time I leave.”

A’Cang exclaimed, “Fellow Daoist, you plan to leave the Azure Continent?”

Su Yi nodded. “That’s right. I plan to visit the Netherworld in a few months.”

He paused, then continued, “As I’m sure you’re aware, without the Seed of the Azure, the continent’s sudden prosperity will peak, then wane. In the end, the world will be reduced to a barren, withered ruin.”

A’Cang’s eyelashes fluttered, and she whispered, “You’re absolutely right, and I… I’ve long since anticipated that this day would come.”

She, the gray sparrow, and the Sumeru Yao Emperor were all Xiantian Spirits born of the Origins of the Azure. They naturally understood this better than anyone.

“Don’t lose hope,” said Su Yi. “In the future, I’ll do everything I can to help the Seed of the Azure transform and evolve. If I raise the seed into a new world origin before the Azure Continent wanes completely, the continent naturally need not face complete annihilation.” 

A’Cang’s spirits soared,...