Thirty-Three Heavens, Yao Race Heavenly Court—the atmosphere inside Lingxiao Treasure Hall was as grave as black clouds pressing down from above.
Dijun sat upon the imperial throne, his face dark as still water, his knuckles whitening from the force of his grip. The Chaos Bell hummed incessantly in Eastern Emperor Taiyi's hand, as though it sensed the suppression and unwillingness churning within its master's breast.
"Minghe... has failed to attain the Dao!" Dijun's voice was calm, betraying neither joy nor anger, yet it carried the weight of mountains. "He created the Asura, established the Asura Teachings... he even sought the Dao through slaughter. Killing Intent filled the heavens, yet the Heavenly Dao grudgingly bestowed only a scant amount of merit. He could not even break through to the realm of an aspiring sub-Saint!"
Within Lingxiao Palace, the Great Divine Ability Users of the Yao Race Heavenly Court were likewise tossed by stormy waves within their hearts, unable to calm themselves for a long while. Minghe's failure had made them all understand: without Primordial Violet Qi, it was impossible to attain the Dao and emerge into the world.
Yet within the Great Desolation World, aside from the strand of Primordial Violet Qi confiscated by the Heavenly Dao, no more remained. The Six Saints of the Heavenly Dao had all attained the Dao...
Fuxi stood beside him, his brows locked tight as he softly reminded him, "Your Majesty, perhaps there is a secret art for condensing Primordial Violet Qi..."
"Useless!" Taiyi abruptly cut him off. The Chaos Bell let out a deep toll that shook the entire hall until it buzzed.
"That secret art for condensing Primordial Qi seems to have had every trace of its transmission utterly erased by an invisible giant hand! Even if there is a faint hope of