The contrast left everyone sighing.
Kong Ji shook his head inwardly, a cold judgment forming in his heart.
Ingrates who had brought chaos to the world would be no loss even if they died and their Dao vanished with them.
The Prehistoric Era was now whole and flourishing, with abundant Auspicious Qi and countless paths of the Great Dao. It had no need for the Origin of two mere saints.
Without those two disloyal souls, the foundation of the Human Dao would remain intact and the Order of the heavens undisturbed. The Great Dao of the Prehistoric Era would only grow purer.
But he did not dare voice those thoughts before everyone.
After all, the two had once been Hongjun's disciples. Their old bond as master and disciples, their ties to the Mystic Gate, and their dignity as saints made it no place for outsiders to pass judgment.
Dao Xuan had long since read everyone's expressions and seen through their thoughts. He merely smiled faintly and pressed the matter no further.
Right and wrong, old grudges and grievances—they belonged to the Fate of an era and the choices of individuals.
As the Dao Ancestor, Hongjun had his own way of weighing the consequences and settling Karma. Outsiders had no need to interfere.
The world had taken different paths, and Destiny had dealt different hands. The gulf between the two eras had long since sealed their utterly different ends.
With that, everyone gathered their thoughts and let the old grievances settle quietly into the Primordial Heaven and Earth.
The atmosphere eased a little. Hongjun looked at Dao Xuan, Zhuo Guang, Kong Ji, Dumie, and the others, then finally voiced the question that had troubled him for so long.
Genuine bewilderment and admiration showed on his face as his gaze settled on