"The method I thought of isn't that extreme, killing myself and then resurrecting myself ten thousand years ago, waiting for the time to come, then killing myself again, and resurrecting once more. Look at this, it's bloody insane. If something goes wrong during the resurrection process, I might disappear before the universe is even destroyed."
Hong Jun and Nezha sat in front of a barbecue stall, holding a handful of skewers.
"Until this moment, there was still no conflict between my disciples and me; we were all exploring how to survive together. Ideas poured out one after another. Tongtian was especially skilled in execution. Until…" Hong Jun devoured the meat on dozens of skewers, "until I saw a new possibility from Netherworld Venerate's failure—dimension elevation!"
"Dimension elevation?"
