"How does the Heavenly Venerable plan to help them escape their sea of suffering? And where can they find hope?" I looked at him expressionlessly, because I didn't know how to answer. What was lost could never return, and people who were lost even less so.
"Haha... The immortal steering this world is you, not this old Daoist. Asking this old Daoist what to do in return is rather amusing." Primordial Heavenly Venerable stroked his beard with a smile, then slowly closed his eyes and said, "The higher one stands, the more one sees, and the more heartless one becomes. Beneath creation lie countless heaps of flesh and blood, countless broken families, and endless sorrow and parting. What can be done?"
"The sage is not benevolent, treating the common people as straw dogs. Does that mean I can only watch this happen with my own eyes? What is the Heavenly Venerable trying to tell me? What is he trying to foreshadow?" The sorrow on my face gradually vanished, but the living beings below still reminded me that beneath a great calamity, no matter what one did, nothing could ever be perfect.
Primordial Heavenly Venerable remained silent until the entire world beneath my feet exploded. Countless molten chunks flew past the great ship, while Heaven and Earth grew increasingly murky.
He seemed to regard all things as beneath notice. Those eyes of his merely stared at me, waiting for my answer.
At that very moment, Heaven and Earth erupted violently as well. The entire land was obliterated, and even the skies of the Ninth Heaven were buried in a sea of flames. Molten fire swept across my body, yet I found that I couldn't feel a thing. I summoned the power within me to cleanse this world, but that power was