Hearing Sun Erlang's words, the White-haired Daoist gave a slight smile.
"Indeed, each person has their own independent personality and thoughts. It is the instinct of living beings to scatter in the face of great disaster. It's somewhat difficult to expect everyone to be united in heart and deed. The various events that have occurred in the history of the Xuanhuang World demonstrate this point."
With a light flick of his horsetail whisk, numerous scenes suddenly appeared before Sun Erlang in the pure white space.
Representing the Apocalypse, a Dark Shadow floated above the Xuanhuang World, ready to descend at any moment. However, regarding how to confront this Catastrophe, the various sects within the Xuanhuang World still held different attitudes.
Some decided to flee the realm, some chose to be the proverbial turtle drawing its head in its shell, and some made every effort to run about, calling people to unite.
