Thousands of Taoist disciples alone died in the battle.
It's important to understand that this number of deaths is terrifying. Each Taoist disciple is one in ten thousand. If there are rebellions in multiple regions, the current Taoist Association alone will be completely unable to cope.
"You mean to talk about the Taotie, right? I don't know why, but I've been feeling like something's going to happen lately."
The master was somewhat surprised, then nodded: "Hmm, it seems you had this premonition as well."
"What I really want to say is that we were scammed."
I frowned slightly: "What's going on?"
Master sighed: "Actually, I had already asked Chairman Zhang Daocheng and Master to investigate. King Qin Guang is hiding something from us."
"Although only the soul of Taotie escaped this time, Taotie's physical body is still in the mortal world."
"His body is very likely in the far north."
I stared wide-eyed: "You mean, the Taotie might actually come back to life?"
"Alas, it's not just possible, it has already been resurrected. It's just that it hasn't made any moves yet, and we dare not act rashly."
"To be precise, we don't know what to do either."
I lowered my head and began to think: the Taotie's physical resurrection proved that it was no longer a soul. The only way to send the Taotie back to the underworld was to kill it.
But the opponent is an ancient ferocious beast. Can we really fight against a monster of that level?
The ferocious beasts are beings far beyond the reach of Chinese history, and in no way can they be shaken by human power.
"Whether it's true or false, we've already run out of options, haven't we?"
"If this is truly fate, then I suppose I'll accept it."
My heart is no longer troubled; I've experienced almost everything that's possible for me.
I have no regrets these past few years, and the fragments of memories in my mind are almost pieced together completely.
I can even connect with another version of myself, the one in the demon realm, and we depend on each other for survival.
If we survive this Taotie incident, what will our lives become?
In the far north, temperatures can drop to minus sixty degrees Celsius, and the biting wind can penetrate to the bone in an instant.
If your own abilities aren't up to par, even staying there for ten minutes would be excruciating, let alone fighting against that kind of being.
This is a catastrophe for humanity!
They thought that once the drought demon was subdued, the world would be at peace, but little did they know that behind the abyss lay an even deeper abyss.
“Master, I want to reorganize our forces. With the same number of people we had last time, we may not be able to subdue the ferocious beast.”
The master sighed: "I've thought about this too, but I'm afraid it won't work this time."
"The last battle against the drought demon cost our Taoist sect a heavy price, and we probably don't have as many people as we did last time."
"Even with the help of the demon race, our chances of winning are still very small, unless a powerful figure from another world intervenes..."
I am naturally aware of the other world my master spoke of, the demon realm, the ghost realm, and the Asura realm where I once lived.
But who can we turn to for help?
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