"It's fine. Any immortal who managed to cultivate to the Heavenly Dao realm would have their own ideas. If they didn't, it could only mean they hadn't encountered the right opportunity or opened up enough room for their imagination. So, as the leader of the Nine Heavens, sometimes sealing off the people's minds was an unavoidable measure. Otherwise, if everyone had boundless imaginations and wanted to give them a try, by the time the heavens truly became unable to bear the weight and collapsed with a boom, it would be too late to solve the problem." I spoke indifferently.
"No wonder. So that was why others couldn't become the city lord. There was actually another layer to it. But doesn't that mean... at most, I can only cultivate to the Chaos realm?" Sword-Wielding Dao Lord's face was filled with regret.
"Everyone wants to become an immortal, but what happens when everyone becomes one?" I countered.
"Everyone becomes a little stronger?" Sword-Wielding Dao Lord rarely went out and seemed to have no sense of the bigger picture at all.
"Heh. When mortals gathered together, they brought wars as catastrophic as calamities. Once everyone could become an immortal, how could the battlefield be described as merely a calamity? The disaster of world annihilation would be right before our eyes. If we didn't control and guide it, the Nine Heavens probably wouldn't last much longer. That was also why I announced that the chaos aura would be guided and the growth of the immortals under heaven restricted. Thus, all the immortals in the Chaos realm now needed guidance. For those who refused to follow it, there was no other way but to eliminate them." I calmly voiced words that shocked Sword-Wielding Dao Lord.
"Wow. After hearing you put it that way, City Lord,