The voice was neither loud nor heavy, and it did not contain the slightest hint of imperial pressure.
Yet it was like an invisible hammer of the Heavenly Dao, smashing viciously into the primordial spirits of Guangchengzi, Chi Jingzi, and True Master Yuding.
Why had they not brought it out earlier?
The question was simple and direct, yet it carried a heart-piercing force powerful enough to overturn heaven and earth.
That was right.
The Heavenly Court had lacked people for far more than ten thousand years.
How many times had Emperor Haotian wept over this matter in the Purple Cloud Palace?
Your Chan Sect claimed to be Pangu Orthodox, pillars of the Mystic Sect, with the Three Realms at heart. Where was your Outline for Reshaping the Three Realms Order back then?
Now that the Interception Sect had paved the way and completed the most difficult stages of "project initiation" and "user communication," they had arrived with a perfect proposal.
That was not foresight.
That was peach-picking.
Within the Hall of Miraculous Mist, the deathly silence capable of freezing even a Grand Unity Golden Immortal's primordial spirit was infinitely magnified by the tap, tap of Haotian's index finger against the jade desk.
Guangchengzi only felt his blood rush to his head, and his body beneath his Daoist robe instantly tensed.
He opened his mouth, only to discover that before this question that interrogated the soul, any explanation seemed so pale and powerless.
Say that the timing had not been right? That would be questioning the Dao Ancestor's decision to begin the Investiture of the Gods.
Say that they had previously disdained it? That would be admitting before Haotian that the Chan Sect had never regarded him, the ruler of the Three Realms, with any respect.
Every answer was a deeper