Guanyin saved people, Princess Iron Fan saved her child, both died, who was right and who was wrong?
Perhaps there was no right or wrong to begin with; everyone in this world surely has their own stance, worldview, interests, which are almost impossible to align.
Nobody felt like speaking.
They didn't have the luxury of sympathy for others; they had their own survival to worry about.
"Right, your teammates..." Li Qianxia suddenly remembered and looked towards Si.
Si had six teammates, three of whom died killing an Arhat, one resurrected, and one was aboard a Star Destroyer at the Lagrange Point.
As a Human Immortal Level, Si's teammates were of course at the Human Immortal Level too, and being Immortals, they could be targeted by Ancient Gods.
"She is safe." The curse of the Ancient God still hadn't lifted, Si didn't care much for the life or death of her teammate, she was just stating the facts, "Using her skill to transfer energy to Li Changzhou, she has exhausted all her mana, the Ancient God won't pay attention to her."
"The Ancient God's resurrection... had you decided from the start to let her resurrect?" Yang Qinglan looked at Si's face.
"No, it was not until Ye'er was in danger, yet did not die, that we saw this possibility and knew the conditions for the descent of the Ancient God," Si answered.
"Then why did you initially take us to save her?" Turquoise Pool thought of this detail.
"If Ye'er could be revived, Mora, who had depleted her mana, would be the one to resurrect; if Mora ran into misfortune, it would be Ye'er and I. In any case, the method to complete the mission was by resurrecting an Ancient God, the three of us would be resurrected one by one, until the Ancient God descended," Si explained.
Was the reason the task was so difficult because of the conditions needed for the Ancient God's descent? Li Changzhou thought to himself.
The strength displayed by Guanyin in resurrecting the Arhat and Dragon Girl was simply not something Li Changzhou and his group could contend with now.
Facing an Ancient God, Guanyin wasn't certain to die either; if she didn't resurrect those people, she wouldn't have run out of the Nectar that could purify the Ancient God's curse.
"Right," he mustered his spirit and spoke to Si, "You need Nectar for your curse, Guanyin is now at the end of her strength, with her personality, she should help you, why not go back and try?"
Of course, it could also be exchanged after the game ends, but the Game Coins needed to acquire Nectar would be painful even for the Special Warfare Bureau, let alone individual players.
Solving the curse for free within the game was obviously the best option.
Turquoise Pool originally intended to directly take the "Dancing Phoenix Mirror" out; now that Li Changzhou had spoken up, she suddenly had another idea, wondering if she could take the Jade Purification Bottle out...
No, she would still choose the "Ying State Jade Engraving," seeking the Eternal Spring in modern times... Although the Eternal Spring was desirable, the Nectar that could resurrect life was more important, it had to be the Jade Purification Bottle after all...
As she mulled over her wealthy dilemmas, Li Changzhou led the four back to Mount Putuo.
Thankfully, no energy was needed to return to previously visited places; in his current status, he could only walk and run like a mortal.
Mount Putuo remained a haven of birdsong and florals, waterfalls splashing, but the Guanyin Temple was gone, and Guanyin sat atop a withered Lotus Platform.
Everyone saw a trace of feminine beauty on her; Li Changzhou even began to notice her figure, a symbol of Guanyin's fall from the divine to the mortal.
She had lost her 'position,' her 'human status,' unable to sense faith, stripped of 'divinity.'
They looked at each other.
"Divine Skills are no match for karma," Guanyin sighed softly, "Even Buddha will face obliteration someday."
"Leaving for worlds beyond is not necessarily a good thing; that Ancient God came from beyond, and Buddha may have perished earlier than you, Bodhisattva," Li Qianxia consoled.
The Bodhisattva smiled faintly, plain and simple, like a beautiful, dignified woman in her thirties.
As they noticed her outward age, her 'divinity' further dissipated.
Guanyin looked towards Si. Having clashed with Ancient Gods, she could naturally detect something wrong with Si's body. With the wisdom gained as a former Bodhisattva and the experience accumulated over many years, she was also aware of their intentions for being here.
Time for their return was fast approaching.
"Wait a minute!" the voice of Little Radish exclaimed.
She flew in on a butterfly, alongside Bai Suzhen and Xiao Qing.
"Wait a minute!" Little Radish jumped down from the butterfly's back onto the Lotus Throne.
She sat upright, looking as though she was holding back anger.
"Bodhisattva!" Bai Suzhen and Xiao Qing knelt before Guanyin.
Xiao Qing's poison had long been cured by Guanyin; her complexion was rosy.
After three seconds, Little Radish finally relaxed, looking limp.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead and jumped onto Li Qianxia's shoulder, "I thought we wouldn't be able to complete it!"
As for the butterfly, it was drinking water from the shattered Jade Purification Bottle—not Nectar, just regular dew.
The butterfly flapped its wings, also cheering.
Guanyin smiled faintly, unaffected by the impudent actions of the two demons, as she had no more concern for such matters.
She turned to Bai Suzhen: "Bai Suzhen, your Human Tribulation is in Lin'an, on a man named Xu Xuan, but do not be fixated. The heavens and earth have changed; becoming an Immortal now means certain death. Enjoying worldly love might not be such a bad thing."
She then looked at Xiao Qing: "Green Snake, your wisdom root is even above that of Bai Suzhen, but you must curb your greed and anger."
"Thank you for your guidance, Bodhisattva."
Guanyin stared blankly out of the mountain at the azure sky, the endless sea, and vanished in a white light.
When Bai Suzhen and Xiao Qing stood up, the group that previously stood behind them, including Li Changzhou and others, had disappeared. Alone, Bai Suzhen in white and Xiao Qing in green stood on Mount Putuo, their clothes billowing in the wind, reminiscent of a Song Dynasty landscape painting.