Self-Severing His Saintly Seat

Tongtian dismissed all his disciples and shut himself alone inside Biyou Palace.

Though Duobao and the others were worried, they did not dare disturb him.

Tongtian closed his eyes and sank his consciousness into the deepest part of his sea of awareness.

There, a strand of purple qi floated silently.

Primordial Chaos Purple Qi, the foundation of sainthood, the proof granted by the Heavenly Dao.

It was a gift from his master, Hongjun, and proof of his Saintly Fruit Position.

But now, in his eyes, that strand of purple qi had become shackles, a cage.

"Ever since I entered Hongjun's sect, everything changed..." Tongtian murmured.

He recalled the past.

Back then, he had only just taken form as an innate god-devil. Born from the same source as Taishang and Yuanshi, they had been as close as brothers.

They cultivated together at Kunlun Mountain, discussed the Great Dao together, and laughed proudly across the Primordial Wilderness.

Back then, he had done whatever he pleased. If he wanted to fight, he fought.

How exhilarating that had been!

But later, the Purple Cloud Palace opened, and Hongjun expounded the Dao.

The Three Pure Ones entered the Mystic Gate and became the Dao Ancestor's direct disciples.

Later still, Hongjun bestowed Primordial Chaos Purple Qi upon them, and they established sects and became Saints.

Everything changed.

The Heavenly Dao wanted him to obey Heaven's will, but what he cultivated was the Dao of Severing Heaven, which sought a thread of survival and defied Heaven to change one's fate!

The position of a Saint seemed supreme, but in truth, it was like being a bird in a cage. It seemed free, yet restrictions lay everywhere.

"Everything I do is bound by the Heavenly Dao. This is not the Dao I want."

Tongtian opened his eyes, determination