The Nine Sun Divine King was utterly bereft of courage, as though he had fallen into a bottomless abyss, his entire body icy cold.
The strongest divine ability he had unleashed, Ten Suns Skyward, had been shattered by a single stroke of Ye Zhen's Iron Blood Sword.
On the surface, Ye Zhen had condensed the Iron Blood Sword from the Battlefield Scroll, using human conquest and warfare as its core to shake the Heavenly Dao and break his Ten Suns Skyward.
But the deeper reason was understood only by the Nine Sun Divine King and the three Dao Ancestors within Tianluo Palace.
The favor of the Heavenly Dao.
The Nine Sun Divine King had already lost the Heavenly Dao's favor. He had even incurred its displeasure. Even the great sun of the Primordial Continent's main world had actively broken free of the Nine Sun Divine King's binding laws.
Otherwise, the great sun of the Primordial Continent's main world was not something Ye Zhen could have easily driven back with a single sword stroke.
Conversely, Ye Zhen was currently basking deeply in the Heavenly Dao's favor.
Put simply, at its deepest level, this favor of the Heavenly Dao was Great Destiny!
Great Destiny that could not be touched or seen, yet truly existed.
At times, such Great Destiny could often decide a person's success, failure, life, and death!
But tracing it back to its roots, the Great Destiny of a person—or even an empire—was often a great tide formed after countless small events beneficially connected to them had accumulated.
It did not arise from nothing.
Within Tianluo Palace, the three Dao Ancestors wore ugly expressions. Killing intent surfaced in their eyes as they watched the battlefield from afar, yet none of them could make a move.
The higher one's cultivation, the