"What are you doing going to Mount Ling? Have you lost your mind, throwing yourself into the lion's den?"
Li Dazhi stared at the almost-Heavenly Emperor, his eyes filled with urgency.
He didn't want his son to worry, so he initially did not want to tell Li Ping'an about the plan to "snatch incense and attack fate";
but at this moment, in order to reassure Li Ping'an, Li Dazhi hesitated slightly and quickly shared his thoughts.
Li Ping'an seemed to have been struck by a spell of silence, sitting there without speaking for a long time.
He asked, "Setting up a new sect is fine, but what if the two leaders of the Western Sect retaliate? The Western Sect is not inanimate, they will definitely respond."
"Just deal with it as it comes."
Li Dazhi muttered,
"Destroying the Western Sect's Twelve-tiered Golden Lotus would also be beneficial for the Taoist Sect, the Heavenly Dao doesn't need to control all of The Great Dao, achieving a certain proportion is sufficient.
