When Yang Qingyun used the Gate of Myriad Wonders to completely suppress the "Dao Ancestor,"
the void beside him,
a tiny figure appeared.
It was none other than the Will of the Heavenly Dao, whom Yang Qingyun had transformed into a four- or five-year-old child.
"Wow! Young Master is invincible!"
At that moment, the little incarnation of the Will of the Heavenly Dao saw that the great villain in its eyes had been thoroughly defeated,
and finally dared to show itself, hopping up and down nearby with a face full of excitement.
"That bad guy finally got what he deserved!"
"If those seven masters' scheme had succeeded back then without him interfering, I would have advanced to the Great Thousand World long ago!"
"It was all because this guy kept stirring up trouble behind the scenes, making the seven masters turn against one another, and then he kept whipping up storms afterward. His conscience is rotten to the core!"
The little Will of the Heavenly Dao clenched its tiny fists tightly.
It looked as though it wanted to charge over and beat him senseless, refusing to stop until that wicked, pus-ridden villain had been pummeled black and blue.
"All right, all right. Take a look at this. What do you think it is?"
Yang Qingyun waved his hand, silencing the little incarnation of the Will of the Heavenly Dao's grumbling.
The Will of the Heavenly Dao had only just been given form, and its temperament was exactly as childish as its appearance suggested.
He had no interest in listening to a child prattle on.
"Oh."
The Will of the Heavenly Dao hurriedly covered its mouth with both tiny hands.
Yang Qingyun then reached out toward the Dao Ancestor, who had already been knocked unconscious by the Gate of Myriad Wonders.