Great Emperor Fengdu seemed to weep blood with every cry, shaking heaven and earth. Carrying boundless sorrow, he stirred snow in midsummer and buried the mortal world beneath it.
On such a hot day, this ghost-god emperor's body trembled slightly, as if angered. His kind heart seemed to fall into an icy abyss as he protested the world's injustice—Can't things ever get better? I'm so wronged!
That sorrowful aura and spirit gave people the illusion of shared suffering. Crossing the barriers of time and space, it struck the hearts of every living being, making them tremble and reflect uneasily—Could we have been wrong? Did we truly wrong a good person?
The common people were confused and troubled, and the surging public sentiment stalled, wavering uncertainly.
'Exactly so...'
Beneath Qing Jia's grief-stricken expression was a heart as calm as an old dog's.
As the public conscience of the Human Dao, how could he not know the temperament of the Human Dao Beings after being immersed in it for so long?!
Those demon gods could splash filth on him and ruin his reputation... Did they think he couldn't play the victim and strike back?
He, too, knew how to sway people's hearts!
In truth.
The good intentions of the Human Dao also understood its own indecisiveness and split personality, making it easy for others to exploit. That was why, after learning its lesson through suffering, it had decided to personally nurture the strongest emperor possible—one who could fight for the interests of all living beings... Thus, Feng Xi had come into existence!
Of course, the help the Human Dao could provide was limited. The back door had been opened, but the road still had to be walked alone... Poor Qing Jia still needed to put his acting skills to work and turn