Primordial Origin Mystic Three Qi

Gao Xian had come to learn a secret art, yet the old Daoist opened by giving him a lecture—and a rather frightening one at that. It left Gao Xian feeling a little uneasy.

Learning the Great Net God Transmutation Scripture meant he also had to shoulder the duty of saving humankind?

He was willing to help, but he knew himself well. With his puny arms and legs, let alone an Earth Immortal, even Pure Yang Dao Venerable could crush him with a single finger.

Such earth-shaking matters, capable of overturning humanity's fate, were not yet his to bear!

Dao Hong did not care what Gao Xian thought. He had no one else to say these things to, either. The other Dao Venerables all had their own views and did not agree with him. Now that he had the chance, he naturally spoke his mind freely—whether Gao Xian wanted to listen or not was beside the point.

"Great calamities of heaven and earth are, in truth, merely a natural transformation of heaven and earth. Like the turning of the four seasons—an ordinary cycle of spring, summer, autumn, and winter may be an extinction-level disaster to insects, ants, grass, and trees."

As the old Daoist spoke, he let out another long sigh. Cultivators might harness the spiritual qi of heaven and earth for themselves, capable of splitting mountains and breaking seas, but before the infinite might of heaven and earth, they were so tiny as to be beneath mention.

Even Earth Immortals, mighty as they were, could only do their utmost to adapt to the changing tide of heaven and earth, scraping out an ignoble existence. That was all.

In his view, this calamity would be an apocalypse. Heaven and earth themselves might be destroyed, much less the living beings dwelling within