Straight to Yunxiao!

After all, the Human Dao was no crooked side path, but an orthodox pillar of the Primordial Wilderness standing shoulder to shoulder with Heaven and Earth. Its status was exalted, nearly rivaling the origin itself—once, it could still be gnawed away in secret, but now it shone at high noon, inviolable.

If he insisted on having his way and forcibly acted, he would inevitably suffer the backlash of the Primordial Wilderness's will.

Even if his true self wielded Heavenly Dao Authority, he could hardly withstand such a crushing blow of karma—at best, his Dao foundation would be shaken; at worst, he would be doomed beyond all redemption.

Therefore, if he wished to strangle the Human Dao again, he could only settle for the next best thing: lay down pieces, set traps, draw forth tribulations, and borrow momentum...

Using an invisible hand, he would whittle away its fortune inch by inch, erode its foundation bit by bit, until it collapsed on its own and vanished without a sound.

But the Human Race had already suffered more than enough. How could they possibly tread the same path again?

If, in the next Immeasurable Tribulation, they wished to use this as a blade once more to sever the lifeline of the Human Dao?

It would be harder than climbing to heaven and plucking the stars!

Even more troublesome was the Earth Dao, quietly lying in wait, watching the changes unfold and biding its time.

This wild card, capable of flipping the table at any moment, made every step of the Heavenly Dao Camp feel like treading on thin ice.

At that thought, Hongjun's incarnation's knuckles turned white, his palm nearly clenched hard enough to draw blood. Fury churned in his chest, threatening to burn through the eight desolations and six directions.

Yet in