Tongtian's Mental State Collapsed!

Nanli Continent, Mount Cangwu.

Tongtian looked weathered and dispirited. Riding Auspicious Clouds, he descended upon the summit of Mount Cangwu, his eyes filled with confusion and grievance.

The humiliation he had suffered in Lingxiao Palace had clogged up the Dao Heart he had only recently cleared. His thoughts were no longer so unimpeded.

"What use is this Fallen Saint Sword to me?"

Baleful energy coiled around Tongtian as he lowered his head and stared fixedly at the Fallen Saint Sword in his hand, a self-mocking smile on his lips.

A mere ant at the early Quasi-Sage stage, a loser of the Investiture of the Gods Tribulation, yet he had dared speak of obliterating a Heavenly Dao Saint.

What else could that be but overestimating himself?

The Demon Realm and the Primordial Wilderness had merged, creating a Heavenly Dao Saint seat out of thin air. He truly coveted it, yet even if he groveled before Demon Ancestor Rahu, he would never obtain such an opportunity.

Demon Lord Chonglou was merely an evil demon from beyond the domain, yet he had become the best candidate for that Heavenly Dao Saint seat. Meanwhile, he, Supreme Pure Spiritual Treasure Heavenly Lord and Pangu's orthodox descendant, had to live in gloom beneath others for so long.

Tongtian was bitter inside.

What hurt even more was that the great beings of the Primordial Wilderness viewed him as a clown, while his former disciples saw him as a savage beast. When he was mocked and humiliated in Lingxiao Palace, not a single person had spoken up for him.

Back during the Lich Tribulation, great beings from every side had interacted with him sincerely. Before the Sect of Interception was destroyed, Ten Thousand Immortals Bowing in Homage had been an incomparably glorious sight.

Now, he was nothing more