After hearing that, Godric sank into deep thought. It wasn't as if he didn't know the white-haired elder had a point. But asking him to lower himself and seek shelter with an old mortal enemy was not something he could swallow easily.
Then he looked out the window again. He saw the Celestial Palace disciples outside, all of them sallow and worn thin, still not fully back from the shock. He saw the state of his own heavily wounded body. He saw how close the future of Celestial Palace had come to breaking apart.
Bit by bit, the pride and refusal he had been clutching were ground down by what stood right in front of him.
He knew it now. There was no other choice left for him. If he stayed in the Fourteenth Firmament and tried to hold his ground, there was only one end waiting for him.
If he took the remnants of the Celestial Palace and fled from place to place, the other forces would still strip them apart bit by bit until nothing was left.
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