Inside Hidden Spirit Palace, Gu An was watching the Deep Sea Dragon Carp spar with Chen Luo. Listening to Perfected Lord Xuanmiao's words, he felt extremely pleased.
He had not misjudged him!
As for He Qingsong, he paid him no mind, because he had seen that there were still many people like He Qingsong under the heavens, spreading the concept of immortals everywhere. Their numbers were growing, as though they had suddenly gained enlightenment, their bodies wreathed in Heavenly Dao fate.
These people seemed to want all beings to believe in the existence of immortals and venerate the Heavenly Dao.
Precisely because of this, they wanted to topple everything: to topple Holy Heaven, Sword Venerable Fudao, and Immortal Emperor Yang's images as supreme existences in the hearts of all beings, to make all beings understand that the Heavenly Dao would decide everything.
If this trend continued, given time, all living beings would believe in the Heavenly Dao, would believe in fate. No matter how powerful an existence was in the hearts of the masses, they too would fall. This planted a seed in the hearts of all beings.
Aside from the Heavenly Dao and immortals, nothing was eternal.
There would never again be a ruling power as long-lasting as the Sacred Court, because even the people of the Sacred Court would believe that the Sacred Court could be overthrown, so long as the Heavenly Mandate was upon them.
Bang—
Chen Luo smashed into the ground, caving it in and forming spiderweb-like cracks across the earth. With his spiritual power exhausted, he lost all strength. His long hair was in disarray as he let out a long breath, and he did not rise again.
Xu Ling appeared beside him. She did not feel sorry for Chen Luo; instead, she teased, "Who