"Or, if we win, then humanity will become a vassal of the Heavenly Dao. Saints like us only need to reveal our names, and humanity will naturally revere us, erecting statues, burning incense, bowing in worship, and offering their merits. Any disrespect will be meted out by Heaven! The same applies to the gods and immortals. Only then can we enjoy great freedom and ease, never having to worry about being forgotten by the world and our merits being lost."

Daode nodded.

"But I listen to the teacher."

Yuanshi frowned and said softly, "I'm afraid there's a third possibility, but I just can't figure it out. Saints like us lose and win, just like playing chess. Win or lose, we just have to start over. Could it be that during this catastrophe, even saints like us, the Primordial Wuji Daluo Jinxian, who are immortal, indestructible, and incorruptible, will be harmed?"

Daode calculated for a moment, then said calmly, "Of course not. Even if the primordial chaos were to crumble and the heavens and earth were toppled, saints like us can re-establish earth, water, fire, and wind and recreate the world. How could it be destroyed? It's just that Emperor Xin is too much of a variable. Because of him, Kong Que, who should not have attained enlightenment, became the new saint of this catastrophe. And Emperor Xin himself has also cultivated great magical powers and Taoism. Such variables should be eliminated as soon as possible."

"That will take another month!"

Yuanshi's eyes flashed with anger as he spoke, "The destiny of Heaven is inherently impartial, but the destiny of humanity seems to favor this Human Emperor. When I intervened once, I lost half of my merits, which was heartbreaking! Now it's difficult to intervene again. I can only wait until Heaven retreats, humanity fades, and the Saint is unsealed. Then I will crush the Peacock under my feet and grind Emperor Xin into dust!"