Now, Wu Tian had kneaded the entire Primordial World into a fist, making all its strength pull in the same direction. Yet just like a fist, its five fingers were of different lengths...
Though they would not continue scheming and waging war, each still harbored selfish thoughts. Thus, for Yuanshi and the others:
Shattering the Investiture of the Gods was inevitable!
But there was one crucial question: who would strike first, who would contribute more? Who would bear greater responsibility?
While Taiqing and Yuanshi were expounding the Dao, changes also arose within the Heavenly Court. Wu Tian's appearance there had not been concealed, and soon afterward, Haotian entered seclusion to cultivate.
Therefore.
Yuanshi had been waiting!
Waiting for Haotian to shatter the Investiture of the Gods first, releasing the divine souls of his many disciples from the list and completely freeing them from its restraints.
Yet they had been expounding the Dao for so long.
The fortune of the Divine Dao remained unchanged.
So did the Investiture of the Gods!
Seeing the incomparably anxious expressions on his disciples' faces and perceiving the urgency in their hearts, Yuanshi could not help but feel conflicted:
"What exactly is wrong with Haotian?"
"Why is he so useless?"
The key to attaining the Dao had been explained to him so clearly—why was there still no movement after all this time?
A faint trace of contempt even rose in his heart.
No wonder that fellow had muddled along for so long and still could not compare to juniors like Xuandu and Xuan Wu. What a waste of all those years sitting in the position of Heavenly Emperor...
Yuanshi's thoughts stirred once more:
"That useless Haotian—who knows when he will take that final step... We cannot keep waiting forever, can we?"
"He can afford to wait..."