King Zhenyan hurriedly replied, "That's enough, Teacher. I'll get right on it."
Demon Candle had once hated King Zhenyan to the point of madness. Since his strength had not reached King-level Immortal, he had sought help from other Kings and spread the news widely within the Hong Alliance.
Gathering evidence was easy enough.
The higher-ups cared about Zhang Dong, but Giant Axe Arena was separated by one layer, and King Zhenyan by another.
With two layers in between, there were inevitably loopholes. On top of that, Zhang Dong was now too powerful, so the protection around him had loosened considerably, giving Demon Candle an opening.
"Mm. Come find me once you're done. I'll cultivate for a while."
Zhang Dong sensed countless karmic threads rushing toward him—some filled with killing intent, others with goodwill. They were densely packed, and the killing intent mostly came from the direction of Demon Race territory.
The goodwill, meanwhile, was rather vague. Countless beings were chanting his name. Through karma, Zhang Dong could even send a trace of his thoughts over, as though he could see Sirius Master and the others.
Half a day later, karma arose from another direction as well.
Boundless karmic threads emerged, every single one representing a living being.
Goodwill was karma, malice was karma, faith was karma, and every word and action was karma. Zhang Dong suddenly entered a state of enlightenment.
He had wandered the mortal world precisely to comprehend the Causal Divine Heart.
There were countless paths of cultivation, each with its own methods. Some cultivators could withdraw from the outside world and enter secluded, ethereal places to cultivate alone. Even if the universe dried up and all things withered away, they sought only for their own Dao to endure.
But illusion cultivators and cultivators of the Dao of