Ye Xiwen's expression did not change, but he thought to himself, At last, someone had stepped forward. He knew these people had been waiting a very, very long time for a bird to stick its head out. Even knowing full well the perilous situation they faced, they still would not give up their desire to climb higher.
A faint smile curled at the corner of his lips, seemingly tinged with mockery.
"Someone with seniority and prestige? Are you talking about yourself?" Ye Xiwen looked calmly at this old antique and said.
This old antique had already stepped into the realm of a Peak Celestial Venerable. He had the strength and qualifications to serve as any one of the Four Great Celestial Venerables of the Southeast, Northwest. But during the last battle against the invasion from the outer domains, though he had gained territory, he had lost his qualifications and his reputation.
He had lost the hearts of the people of the Creation God Dynasty. The hearts of the people might seem laughable, impossible to grasp or touch, but none of those present were simple figures. Naturally, they understood that water could carry a boat, yet it could also capsize it. Those common folk could do nothing to these lofty great personages.
But the Heavenly Dao could!
What Heaven heard was what the people heard; what Heaven saw was what the people saw; Heaven's will was the people's will!
If things became a roaring uproar and public resentment boiled over, then Heaven would naturally find ways to make you suffer every humiliation. For example, choking while drinking water or tripping over a stone the moment you stepped outside—such seemingly inconceivable things could happen.
Not to mention suffering qi deviation during cultivation, or suddenly losing focus for no reason while fighting an