"Sure enough, as a Great Dao Race, their Destiny was so terrifying that even Sages fell short of it."
Taishang Laozi sat in the Eight Scenery Palace, gazing at the flourishing Destiny of the Great Dao Human Race, feeling utterly stifled in his heart.
Once, a tremendous opportunity had been placed before him, only for Nüwa and Taiyi to snatch it away by force.
As a result, Laozi had missed out on the position of Humanity Sect Leader.
He could only accept the position of leader of the blank-slate Mystic Daoism Sect.
Thus becoming completely subject to Hongjun, the Mystic Sect Dao Ancestor.
In the future, with a single thought from Hongjun, he could dismiss him from his position as Mystic Sect Leader.
Without having to bear any karmic backlash.
If he had been the Humanity Sect Leader now, then a share of the soaring Merit and Destiny of the Great Dao Human Race should have belonged to him as well!
Instead of being reduced to staring helplessly with nothing to gain.
Nor would he have needed to be controlled by another.
He was called a Heavenly Dao Sage, but in truth, he was merely a puppet Sage.
"Teacher, oh Teacher, you call yourself the Heavenly Dao, yet you failed to see even this."
Laozi's heart churned wildly, filled with a complicated mixture of emotions.
If he could do it all again, Laozi would never choose Merit Sanctification.
Even the two dragons of the Dragon Clan and Duke of the East had managed to attain sainthood through the Primordial Chaos.
Could it be that Taiqing Laozi, foremost of the Pangu Three Pure Ones born at the creation of heaven and earth, could not become a Grand Primordial Luo Golden Immortal?
Just as Taishang Laozi's emotions were in turmoil, a black