Old Ancestor Hongjun stared at the empty Investiture of the Gods, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He had never imagined that Ye Changqing would be so resolute, choosing to let his True Spirit be extinguished.
Sect Master Tongtian and the ten thousand immortals of the Interception Sect glared at him with hatred, making him frown.
Ye Changqing really had planned this well. Even with his dying breath, he had managed to get the better of him.
A bold suspicion suddenly occurred to him.
"Could it be that Ye Changqing knows what will happen with the Investiture of the Gods?"
The thought made his expression turn remarkably complicated.
Old Ancestor Hongjun stared at Ye Changqing's corpse and broke into a cold sweat. No wonder the Heavenly Dao had been so wary of him.
If this child didn't die, sooner or later he would defy the Heavenly Dao and plunge the Primordial World into endless chaos.
He looked up at the Heavenly Dao hidden deep within the clouds, then turned into a wisp of green smoke and prepared to leave.
But it was obvious someone had no intention of letting him go...
Sect Master Tongtian gripped the Qingping Sword, his face brimming with murderous intent. The ten thousand immortals of the Interception Sect had also summoned their magic treasures, waiting for his command.
"Hmph!"
Old Ancestor Hongjun snorted, and an invisible pressure suddenly bore down on them.
As the Heavenly Dao's representative, he embodied its authority.
Did this rabble really think they could defy Heaven?
Ye Changqing, lying motionless over there, was a warning to them all!
The pressure of the Heavenly Dao crushed everyone until they could barely breathe, forcing them to the ground.
Only Sect Master Tongtian still gritted his teeth and held on.
Though he was a Saint, he