Wutian's Helplessness, But Never Compromise

Whether the Buddhist Sect ruled the world or the Demonic Sect ruled the world, so long as there was a change of dynasties, there would be a glimmer of life. Even if the road was paved with blood and fire and corpses piled into mountains, it still counted as all beings of heaven and earth struggling forward.

People always said the Great Dao revolved, spiraling upward, but what rose was the pattern of the Heavenly Dao, while what sank into ruin were billions upon billions of living beings.

Buddha or demon, it made no difference. What they sat upon was the authority of heaven and earth, what they consumed was the offerings of the Prehistoric Universe. It looked like they were overturning the heavens and changing the earth, but in truth it was only a new batch of chess players taking the board.

And now, after barely a million years, that tiny upward current of qi had already been exhausted. The karma of heaven and earth was tangled like hemp, fortune flowed in reverse, and one glance was enough to know it would not do.

The Demonic Dao ran rampant without order, leaving only chaos and slaughter.

No matter how the tribulation changed, from beginning to end, it was a calamity that swallowed all beings whole.

And yet Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, and Nezha were still hurrying over to make trouble for Wutian.

The position of Human Dao Saint—Wutian, as the Tribulation Protagonist, was not unaware of it.

But knowing was one thing. How to stop it was another. When the time came and three Sub-Saints beat him up, how could he possibly win?

Luohu, you old devil, where in the world are you?

It was true that Wutian had improved after becoming Buddha Ancestor, but it was also true