"It seems human wisdom has nothing to do with strength."
"You're a Great Dao Lord, a figure who's lived for tens of thousands of years and once founded a sect and claimed to be its patriarch. How could you say something so stupid?"
"What, in your eyes, is Old Ancestor the most gifted person under heaven, while no one else can compare?"
"Does the Feather Divine Light have to flourish in his hands? Is no one else capable of mastering it or bringing it to its full potential?"
"Foolish. Truly foolish! No wonder the Feather Transformation Sect has declined in recent years. With wisdom and temperament like yours, becoming a Great Dao Lord is a blessing from heaven—but you're clearly unfit to lead a major power. You're only leading your disciples astray."
The Sword Sect.
The main hall.
Jiang Yan lowered his hand, and boundless divine light, as sharp as the deadliest sword in the world, carved into Wuji Ming Zun:
It tore apart his body, his spirit, and his Original True Spirit, leaving him in unending, unbearable agony.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, this matter... I was indeed in the wrong. I shouldn't have taken advantage of your absence to force the Sword Sect into serving the Feather Transformation Sect."
"I'm willing to compensate the Sword Sect. I beg you to show mercy and spare my life."
"From now on, we'll keep to our own sides of the river. I can swear by the Heart of the Mother River that I'll never cause trouble again. I swear... I swear!"
Wuji Ming Zun roared and struggled, fighting back with all his might, but to no avail. In the end, he could only yield.
Otherwise, he even suspected Jiang Yan might take the opportunity to refine him to death.
And between life and