This time, the masked man did not directly state what operation it was. Instead, he slightly raised his head to look at the vault of the great hall, as if brewing boundless resentment. Then his tone abruptly changed, cold and sharp as ice:
"Army Lord Shang, what do we cultivators hate most? Is it not having no road ahead? Especially when that road is controlled and cut off by others!"
Li Qingyun was somewhat surprised, but he still gave a slight nod.
He had already guessed this person's true identity, so he was doubtful of this sudden display of resentment toward the heavens.
He even found it somewhat contrived.
Don't put on an act before this poor Daoist!
Yet the masked man continued in a frigid voice, "By the same token, Eternal Myriad Universes could not stand against the witch clans and has now even fallen into this state of universal decay. It is not that we have failed to exert ourselves, but that there is nowhere for our efforts to go, because someone above you and me has always controlled everything!"
"If we do not rise in rebellion, overthrow the mountain crushing down upon our heads, and cleave apart the rotten obstacles blocking the road ahead, then you, I, and the countless Eternal Clan members throughout these universes can only rot away alongside Them, never again seeing the day we hold our heads high..."
The masked man spoke with righteous indignation, grieving for heaven and pitying mankind. His emotions were full and infectious, making his words somewhat tempting.
Yet Li Qingyun's expression remained still as water, without the faintest ripple.
Inside, however, he sneered, The Fu Clan's ambitions are laid bare for all to see!
After speaking passionately for so long, the masked man saw that Li Qingyun remained