Though they said it as if they were joking, everyone knew perfectly well that some of the things they had seen were better left unknown.
Knowing about them meant potential danger—the danger of exposure, danger to themselves, and more...
Everyone had joined forces and beaten one of Tai Hao's authority incarnations to death. That had already forged a blood feud.
Though most of them had initially acted only to help Qin Yang, once they truly made their move, it was no longer merely about helping Qin Yang. None of them wanted deities to appear in the Great Wilderness.
Becoming enemies had merely been a matter of time, unless they had knelt from the very beginning.
What kind of damned conduct did those deities of the Ancient Heavenly Court have? Anyone with a somewhat longer inheritance or greater strength knew full well.
Especially Heavenly Emperors like Tai Hao, who had grown accustomed to standing high above all others. He had always stood at the cloud top, looking down upon other living beings and treating them as ants too insignificant to notice. Whatever thoughts ants might have could all be ignored; they were unimportant.
Everyone knew what the outcome would be if such a Heavenly Emperor extended his tentacles into the Great Wilderness.
Over the past thousand years, the Great Wilderness as a whole had been exceptionally stable. Everything had been flourishing, and the general atmosphere had improved considerably. In such an environment, every major faction had entered a stage where they could visibly see their progress.
From top to bottom, everyone was advancing. The most obvious proof was that in the few hundred years Qin Yang had been absent, several Dao Lords had emerged.
This was the sign of a great age.
Those below could see hope of rising, while the