Xuanxiao neither affirmed nor denied Laozi, Dijiang, and Gou Chen's thoughts. Instead, he turned to Yuanshi and Tongtian and asked, "What do you two think?"
As for why he had not asked the Ancestral Witches, the reason could not have been simpler.
In Xuanxiao's eyes, he had never expected those almond-sized brains of the Ancestral Witches to come up with any profound insights.
Yuanshi gazed solemnly at the chaotic living beings below and slowly shook his head.
"The Three Clans ran amok across the Primordial Wilderness, attempting to unify it through force. Their present fate was entirely of their own making. They could blame no other living being. They had brought it upon themselves."
Tongtian frowned deeply upon hearing Yuanshi's words and refuted him. "But this is the Dao the Three Clans pursue. Asking them to abandon conflict would be no different from cutting off their path. If they fought, they might still have a sliver of hope. If they did not, their Dao would end there. How can all the blame fall on them?"
Clearly, Tongtian did not agree with Yuanshi's view.
Yuanshi frowned slightly at Tongtian's words. After pondering for a moment, he ultimately chose not to argue.
He understood that Tongtian's words did hold some truth in this regard.
Still, Yuanshi did not approve of the Three Clans wantonly destroying the Primordial Wilderness for the sake of proving their Dao.
Yet cultivators like them spent their entire lives pursuing the Great Dao. The belief of living for the Dao and dying for the Dao had long since been deeply engraved in their hearts.
The Three Clans had indeed begun their war to contend for the Dao, but once the war started, it became like a wild horse breaking free of its reins, no longer under their control.