After hearing these words, I instantly breathed a sigh of relief, though my expression remained unchanged. I said coldly, "Have you killed any innocents? If so, hand over the culprits immediately. Those who take their own lives may preserve their Dao Foundations. But if I have to call them out by name, I will destroy their Dao Foundations and leave them no Dao Fruits!"
The gods drew in another collective breath of cold air. Several immortals then destroyed their Dao Fruits on the spot by taking their own lives. One after another, they annihilated themselves, and I came to the conclusion that, just like here, many immortals had died as well.
I let out a cold snort and swept out my hand, summoning the River of Time.
As I continuously rescued the immortals of the Holy City, I quickly resurrected even more of the dead with everyone's guidance.
My heaven-defying resurrection technique left every immortal present dumbfounded. More and more immortals took their own lives. Most of them had already given up all hope of survival. After all, they clearly understood how foolish it was to oppose me, the Father God of the Three Thousand Dao-Proving Universes.
Even if they ran, they could not escape the Three Thousand Dao-Proving Universes. What chance of resistance did they have left?
To suppress and kill them, I needed only a thought, while anyone they killed could be easily resurrected by me at any time.
I could manipulate the River of Time at will. That meant no existence within the Three Thousand Dao-Proving Universes was destined to resist me.
Nearly half a day passed in the blink of an eye, and a group of immortals hurried over from the distance.
The young man at the front wore azure robes, his hair tousled. His features