Everyone is Evil

...Within the cracks of chaos, a wisp of Heaven-opening will that spanned the ages trembled faintly, filled with helplessness.

Clearly, the blatant "moral kidnapping" inside the Grand Unity Divine Palace had long since traveled along the unseen threads of cause and effect and entered his perception.

And inside the hall, the dispute grew fiercer and fiercer.

Baili shook her sleeve, her face utterly righteous.

"Exactly, exactly. Heavenly Emperor, your heart is too soft. Pangu has lain there for hundreds of millions of years. It's time he got up now."

If he died, all spirits would naturally sing his praises; but if he slept soundly, keeping away from the world and refusing to emerge, then he could not avoid giving others a handle, being forcibly bound to karma.

This method seemed to preserve both sides, but in truth, it was drinking poison to quench thirst.

Baili, who usually seemed gentle and reserved, was actually even more radical than Wangshu at this moment.

Li Fan raised a hand to halt everyone's arguing. His gaze turned outside the hall, where the suspended Primordial Purple Lotus was madly devouring the Chaos Origin—an endless, inexhaustible amount.

"Thank you for the Dao's gift."

In the unseen, an indifferent will of the Dao came over, as if saying: You're about to become the Dao yourself, and you're still thanking me?

Empress Ziguang curled her lip, her face full of impatience. "What's there for you lot to jabber about? Fight. Win first, talk after."

The moment those words came out, the hall fell silent for three breaths.

The corner of Houtu's eye twitched hard, and she secretly grumbled: Is this something I'm allowed to hear?

She hurriedly composed her expression and looked toward Li Fan, that gaze of hers plainly written with the words: Heavenly Emperor... how about