Heaven, earth, wind, fire, thunder, and water all stirred. The laws that sustained the world began to collapse one after another. As Linglong and the other Yang Gods weakened, the Langya Grotto-Heaven was on the verge of falling silent, becoming nothing but a ruined, desolate world, devoid of even the faintest trace of life.
"Father God regarded you as half a son. Even after you betrayed the divine race and killed 'Yao,' he never thought of killing you. Only after his heart had turned to ashes did he pass the throne of the Divine King to me and transform into the Dao..."
The Divine King lay on his back on the ground, a blood-red halberd piercing his chest. His blazing divine blood surged across the earth like a raging river, shining with brilliant divine radiance.
"Back then, 'Yin' forced you to kill your son. You know full well why. Without that, your human race would have perished in the Primordial Era. And you know that 'Yao' was innocent in the end."
"In ancient times, the reason my seal loosened was also that your human race's armies had grown too powerful. A divine war nearly severed Lingyang's lifeblood, rousing the Heavenly Dao..."
One by one, secrets from the Primordial Era spilled from his lips, accompanied by the divine blood he coughed up and its thick, coppery stench.
"Many things in this world can hardly be judged by right and wrong alone. Beneath the Heavenly Dao, all are but ants..."
A faint desolation colored Wang Gu's voice. In his eyes, something impossible to name flickered and faded.
"In the Primordial Era, if you hadn't stubbornly insisted on provoking a divine war, things might have turned out very differently by now."
The Divine King's expression returned to calm, the ferocity gradually draining from