"What a scene. Heh, these Heavenly Venerables aren't fools."
At that moment, even An Jing's lips curled into a faint smile.
The scene was a little like the military-hero novels he'd loved in his past life, where the protagonist always had someone backing him at a crucial moment and then smirked. But he had to admit, Fuxie's show of force... felt incredible!
Although Fuxie hadn't recovered the strength to unite with the Dao—not even the strength of a Heavenly Venerable—one couldn't judge everything by strength alone. His identity spoke for itself. Who would dare slight the former Dao-united comrade of the Ancestral Dragon Saint Venerable (fragmentary edition), whose divine miracle had just appeared?
Besides, considering that Fuxie might well be the Heavenly Sword who had cut down the side of the Huaixu Heavenly Dao corrupted by the Heavenly Demon, all the Heavenly Venerables understood that they had most likely survived thanks to Fuxie's sword strike long ago. Others might not know the details, but the Heavenly Venerables who knew even a little of the truth would surely respect Fuxie immensely. In one way or another, they all owed him.
At least, they would show respect on the surface.
As for why they hadn't taken Fuxie too seriously before, it was much the same as with the Ancestral Dragon Scales: there were many Fuxie Fragments, most of them meaningless, nothing more than ordinary fragments.
Fuxie's will had always spread and flowed through infinite parallel spacetime. None of the Heavenly Venerables knew whether they might encounter him, and even if they did, he might not be the Heavenly Sword Fuxie. Naturally, there was no need to pay him much mind.
Besides, those fragments were useless to them.
Trying to devour and refine one might even let the Heavenly Demon Fuxie corrupt them,