The Heavenly Dao's consciousness was the root of all the chaos in the Primordial Wilderness.
Even after its consciousness was destroyed, the Myriad Races of the Great Desolation would still have bitter disputes.
But their impact would fall far short of the terrifying devastation caused by the Heavenly Dao's consciousness.
The Heavenly Dao's consciousness wanted to refine the entire Primordial Wilderness and shatter it.
Once its consciousness was destroyed, even if the myriad races fought, the Witch Race would be there to suppress them.
No matter what happened, things would never reach the extreme of shattering the Primordial Wilderness.
What was more, they were already constructing the Great Desolation Four Extremes Great Array.
With the Great Desolation Four Extremes Great Array in place, even if all the myriad races went to war, they could never shatter the Primordial Wilderness.
By then, battles between beings below the level of a primordial Daluo Golden Immortal or a Saint might shake an immortal mountain.
Even battles between Saints would not be able to smash an entire continent apart.
Naturally, Gonggong, Lao Liu, had listened to Brother Taiqing's earlier reassurances.
He had only said those things to vent. They had been suppressed by the Heavenly Dao for countless eons.
Now, fighting openly and honorably, without resorting to any underhanded methods or threatening it with their merit of world creation,
They had beaten the Heavenly Dao until it fled into the Heavenly Dao Origin Space.
They had truly vented the bitter resentment in their hearts. At that moment, the Sanqing and the Twelve Ancestral Witches all felt their mental states improve considerably.
Just then, Hong Yun sent Taiqing a voice transmission.
"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, have you come to plead for your master, Old Ancestor Wuxing?"
Xuanqing had already told Taiqing that Ancestor Reincarnation had pleaded