East King Duke, who had been facing certain doom and trembling with anxiety, perked up again.
Dao Ancestor still loves me!
Otherwise, why would he have saved me from this calamity?
At the thought, East King Duke felt his spirits soar, his chest swelling with pride!
With Dao Ancestor Hongjun as his backer, and so many wandering immortals watching him...
What a feeling...
Tsk, tsk!
It was simply exhilarating beyond words. East King Duke couldn't help throwing back his head and laughing several times!
It wasn't that East King Duke had a bad temperament.
Rather, in the Primordial Wilderness, no great cultivator could escape attachment to their own notions of good and evil!
Even the mighty had their own personalities and experienced the full range of emotions and desires.
These things could certainly affect one's cultivation.
But without them, even if one's cultivation reached the depths of the mystic, one would be nothing more than a stubborn rock!
What use was there in being without thought or feeling?
The so-called Severing the Three Corpses was the continual cutting away of these things, bringing one's true self closer to the Dao!
Only then could one break through to Primordial Unity.
However, even if one severed them for a time, good and evil, along with attachments, would continue to arise endlessly.
One only needed to break through during that interval!
East King Duke's temperament was also shaped by his origins and experiences.
Among the three thousand who had listened to the Dao, he wasn't the worst.
He had been born alongside the top-grade Innate Spiritual Root, the Tong Tian Jianmu Tree, and possessed a top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Dragon Head Cane!
That already put him on a par with Zhen Yuan.
Yet East King Duke had never made it into the