After Xuanyuan Renzun finished listening to Old Immortal Cixuan, his expression shifted between clouded and clear.
Though Old Immortal Cixuan was anxious, he also understood that Xuanyuan Renzun first had to think this through.
Xuanyuan Renzun looked at Old Immortal Cixuan and asked, "Have you ever considered that even if I stake everything on one throw and order the Heavenly Army to retreat, the living beings of the Three Thousand Great Worlds will still hate me? Their horizons cannot see the struggles within the Heavenly Court. Even after the calamity, if I explain it to them, how could they believe me? You have underestimated the hatred in mortal spirits' hearts."
Old Immortal Cixuan's expression changed slightly. He followed Xuanyuan Renzun's words and thought it through, only to feel his hands and feet turn ice-cold.
"We are immortals and gods. How could we personally explain everything to mortal spirits? Moreover, this is indeed the consequence brought about by the struggles of immortals and gods. The suffering living beings will not care who specifically orchestrated it. They will go on hating immortals and gods, and my providence will only decline until my realm falls. Once the Three Thousand Great Worlds' faith in the Heavenly Court drops to a certain degree, the Blue Sky will erase the Three Thousand Great Worlds."
"When Taishang laid down this scheme, no matter what we did, the outcome was already destined."
By the end, Xuanyuan Renzun's tone had turned cold and cruel, and Old Immortal Cixuan also lowered his head.
Once the Blue Sky moved to erase the Three Thousand Great Worlds, Xuanyuan Renzun, whose immortal office was to govern the Three Thousand Great Worlds, would certainly be harshly punished.
The more Old Immortal Cixuan thought about it, the more despairing he became. He felt there was