But remember: only those with great merit could emerge from this catastrophe unscathed. As for everyone else, they would either rise with the tide or perish in response to the calamity.
The Witch and Demon Races had been able to stand firm amid the slaughter not because the Heavenly Dao favored them, but because their fortune remained and their merit had not been exhausted. Even the Heavenly Dao could not act against them lightly.
But once their fortune declined to its absolute limit, the time for reckoning would come. Then the great calamity would erupt all at once, their former glory would collapse entirely, their race would be toppled and withdraw from the stage of history, with no chance of recovery.
In the vast Primordial World, apart from a handful of Saints, almost no one could glimpse the secrets of the Heavenly Dao. Where had that great calamity sweeping across Heaven and Earth come from? The countless living beings were utterly unaware, oblivious even to the entanglement of cause and effect. They knew even less that, deep within the boundless void, a pair of eyes as cold and deep as an abyss was looking down upon the myriad worlds, recording every action of every living being without missing the slightest detail.
Do good and accumulate virtue, and the Heavenly Dao would immediately bestow merit, bathing you in golden light;
Commit countless evils, and karmic fire would follow you, while tribulation lightning brewed in secret.
Regardless of your original intentions, whether you acted out of righteous duty or schemed for personal gain, the Heavenly Dao ignored it all. It recognized only the result: merit was rewarded, and wrongdoing was punished.
Even if you harbored the ambition to save the world, if your hands were stained with murderous sin, you would still