"For the sake of avenging the Chan Teaching, there was no need. The Chan Teaching of today was more or less like this already; revenge would have no meaning."
"What use were the few under my sect? My eldest disciple, Duobao Daoist, had now become a Buddha and patriarch himself, joining the Western Teachings! And he was someone who could not be stripped of that position!"
"My disciple Huanglong Daoist died a miserable death."
"And Zhao Gongming—he now held a gold ingot and did not even know what to do with it. Though the mortal world was gradually improving, with more and more cultivators and the human race becoming overlords, ordinary humans did not even have a Human Emperor anymore. In the end, there was not enough wealth. Even the dynasties lacked wealth, so where would there be wealth for him to manage?"
"Moreover, that Investiture of the Gods was something even I could not change. The divine ranks had already been decreed by Heaven."
"And finally, the San Xiao sisters. There was no need for me to say much about those three sisters. I imagine my senior brother had quite a few feelings about them. Back then, in the Nine-Bend Great Formation, they left him dusty and disheveled. My senior brother cared about his dignity, and in his fury, he cast aside all face and directly killed junior disciples. Now, they served as midwives on the Investiture of the Gods. It was truly laughable to the extreme."
Tongtian did not fall for it. What Ye Tian had done did not make him resentful; on the contrary, there was even a trace of delight in his heart. At last, there was still someone in this world who knew that he, Tongtian, had suffered injustice.
But delight was delight. He could