Inside the blood-sacrifice furnace.
That Eonic God Origin, a billion meters in diameter, belonged to the Primordial Chaos High Minister.
At that moment, he could see every movement outside. He could also see innocent members of the Primordial Chaos Clan being crushed into Eonic God origins the instant they entered the blood-sacrifice furnace. Like the Primordial Chaos High Minister, they were locked inside this furnace, surrounded by an endless blood-red abyss.
"Emperor Yu..."
The Primordial Chaos High Minister's four-colored Eonic God Origin glimmered. In the coldest tone, he said, "When you chose to do this, all I can say is that all things in this world have cause and effect. Before the Heavenly Dao, you have already sought your own death."
A dim gray figure appeared before the Eonic God Origin, the corners of his mouth curling faintly. "You always say the same thing. It lacks all originality. So-called karma and the Heavenly Dao are like religion in lower worlds, merely used to fool the masses and teach them to willingly be weak, pathetic good dogs. At our level, it is nothing but a joke."
"You have only just entered the Origin of All Things, yet your understanding has changed so greatly, as though you have seen through everything. But is that really so?" The Primordial Chaos High Minister's voice was dark and cold. "Could it be that you have comprehended the wrong Dao? In cosmic cultivation, one wrong step leads to wrong steps all the way down. Better to treat this cautiously. Calm down for a moment and take another look—perhaps there is still a chance to turn back."
"Only those like you, trapped amid delusions, speak of 'caution.'" Emperor Yu faced the countless Eonic Gods surging toward him, spreading his arms wide. His voice boomed like heavenly thunder.