Mo Hua stood dazed for a long while, then let out a long sigh in his heart.
Those who glimpsed Celestial Pivot were committing the theft of the Heavenly Dao for personal gain, even going so far as to fan the flames while living beings suffered devastation.
Was this what it meant to be a player of the game...
Was this how Celestial Pivot was used?
Mo Hua could not put the complicated feelings in his heart into words.
Then he thought of his martial uncle.
"Martial Uncle... was he also seen through and used by the Hua Family?"
Mo Hua found it somewhat hard to accept emotionally, but upon thinking it over, it did not seem surprising.
His martial uncle was a Dao practitioner who had stirred up storms for so long. It was impossible for the upper echelons of the Dao Court not to have noticed him.
The Dao Court, and even some of the Great Clans, possessed foundations unfathomably deep.
No matter how powerful his martial uncle was, he was ultimately only one man. How could he truly contend against the ancestors of so many great powers?
Those ancestral figures of the great clans had lived who knew how long. Their cultivation was at least Void Insight, perhaps even beyond Void Insight.
His martial uncle was strong, but he was ultimately only at Feather Transformation...
All a cultivator's methods were, in the end, rooted in realm.
Thus, his martial uncle's schemes had been predicted from the very beginning, plain as day, by certain even more formidable old monsters.
Mo Hua sighed deeply. His fear of his martial uncle faded somewhat, yet the dark clouds over his head felt even heavier.
This time, the dark clouds were not merely one patch, but one old monster after another, like