"You gazed up at the light from within the darkness, so you erased the light of countless living beings and left them endless darkness?" Wu Xuantian demanded.
Throughout history, the Dark Turmoil had always existed, governing the succession of the worlds' cycles. The end of each cycle marked another full-scale harvest by the darkness. Countless beings died in despair, burying one great age after another.
The light the Nine Netherworld Ao Progenitor spoke of was built upon the darkness of countless living beings. That light was stained with blood. To Wu Xuantian and his companions, it was darker than darkness itself.
"At our level, what is there left that we cannot see through?
"Even without interference, spring and winter would alternate, flourishing and withering would succeed one another, and life and death would cycle endlessly. I merely brought that process forward a little.
"Ants are ants, after all. You and I are all Quasi-Immortal Emperors. We are the same kind. How many Quasi-Immortal Emperors have appeared since the beginning of time? Why slaughter one another?" The old man shook his head.
"The pioneer before Di Luo died at your hands. Light and darkness are destined to follow different paths. Everything will be settled in this lifetime," Wu Xuantian declared coldly, bringing up the Quasi-Immortal Emperor who had left footprints in the sand.
"I know that being. As it happens, I did not act then. I merely watched as he was torn apart and perished.
"I felt only sorrow for him. It takes so many eras for one of our kind to emerge. Why die and lose everything for a few ants?
"Indeed, many of his relatives, friends, and followers died at the hands of darkness, but that was no reason for him to obstruct our Great Dao.
"You must understand: