Li Dalong lowered his head, looking down over the entire mortal world beneath the Heavenly Dao.
He gazed down at the world. Beneath the endless night, it seemed to have sunk into a dark chaos, and no one was more lost than he was now. He had lived honestly all his life. The sins he had committed in Eastern Yi had been for the sake of recovering their ancestor's remains, yet he had never expected to discover the true secret of the world's existence.
Before this, he too had believed that the Heavenly Dao was imprisoning everyone. If some powerful figure had stood before him and said, "Brother Dalong, the Heavenly Dao has made a prison of our lives. Let us fight together for freedom and see a wider world," he would probably have been the first to leap up and rebel against the evil Heavenly Dao.
Who could have expected that the Heavenly Dao was their ancestor?
In the blink of an eye, he could no longer distinguish good from evil. Perhaps Xinnian's [Fated Villain] trait had been an omen all along.
"Our chances of victory are very good," Li Yaowen said without hesitation.
The family members lowered their heads alongside Li Dalong, as though they could see cultivators across the world looking up and furiously denouncing the "people above."
Now that they thought about it, when had Li Yaowen ever declared anything with such unhesitating certainty, much less a battle where their lives were at stake?
Then they exchanged glances, their smiles turning bitter. That did not stop them from finding a little joy amid the hardship.
Under his family's gazes, Li Tianyi pointed at the mortal world. "Hahaha! Those people are probably cursing their heads off down there. Our ancestor has blocked their way for countless years.