Really Pushed to a Dead End?

In their eyes, the Heavenly Dao was innately supreme. It ought to rule over the life and death of Myriad Spirits and pass judgment on all destinies.

That understanding was wrong beyond measure.

Yet it had somehow become the most widespread consensus of the age.

Li Tian knew that all of this was the result of Hongjun's own schemes, laid out layer upon layer.

His purpose was to continually elevate the Heavenly Dao's sacred standing in the hearts of all beings.

As long as Myriad Spirits sincerely revered it and offered devout worship, the origin of the Heavenly Dao would grow stronger by the day;

And Hongjun, as the mouthpiece of the Heavenly Dao, would naturally rise with the tide and reap boundless benefits.

Over these years, Hongjun's cultivation had remained firmly at the absolute pinnacle, advancing without pause.

Behind that lay the ceaseless support of the power of faith supplied by the Primordial Beings.

It was precisely this vast tide of fortune that made him invincible in battle, unstoppable wherever he went.

But if, at this very moment, Myriad Spirits all turned away from him and cast him aside like worn-out shoes?

Li Tian truly wanted to see whether that Dao Ancestor, perched so high above the cloud top, could still keep up his composure!

He was filled with anticipation.

Hongjun's current loss of balance and control was, in all likelihood, the result of the backlash from that power of faith—

As stated before, he had spent years tempering himself with the faith of all beings, breaking through at astonishing speed;

But there was no such thing as strength gained for free—having taken that power, once the backlash came, he himself would be the first to bear the brunt of it!

The more smooth and exhilarating it had been