"Xuandu."
Dao Ancestor Hongjun spoke slowly:
"You are the Human Race's Master. You established Martial Dao and gathered fortune. These are meritorious deeds."
"However, you were also at fault in today's affair."
"You used the Myriad Human Race as a shield to pressure the Demon Court. That is not the righteous path."
"Since this is your first offense, and there were reasons behind it, I will not punish you severely."
Dao Ancestor Hongjun paused, his voice turning cold:
"From this day onward, for ten thousand years, you must not again take the initiative to provoke a large-scale conflict with the Demon Court."
"Nor may you use such methods to coerce the common people and disturb the Great Wilderness Order."
"Otherwise..."
Dao Ancestor Hongjun raised his eyes slightly and looked at Tongtian:
"Tongtian, you failed to discipline your disciple. You will share his guilt."
Sect Leader Tongtian's expression remained unchanged as he cupped his hands and replied:
"This disciple understands."
Seeing that Xuandu still hadn't spoken, Tongtian immediately turned to him and said sternly:
"Xuandu, why haven't you thanked Dao Ancestor?"
Yet Xuandu didn't move.
He still stood there, his blue robes lifting gently, his expression calm, as though he hadn't heard his master's words.
The All Sages' gazes focused on him at once.
A glint of coldness flashed in Primordial Heavenly Venerate's eyes, and a mocking smile curled his lips.
Laozi's ancient, weathered face showed neither joy nor sorrow. His gaze was indifferent, as though he were performing a Heavenly Secret Deduction.
Empress Nuwa furrowed her delicate brows, a trace of confusion flickering in her eyes.
Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, and both saw amusement in the other's eyes.
Could Xuandu really be dissatisfied with Dao Ancestor's decision?
Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi felt their hearts tighten.
Dao