Old Monk Jueyun was utterly stunned by Su Mo's words.
Overturn the heavens of the Heavenly Soul Source World?
This was rebellion—challenging the Soul Clan's rule!
In the Heavenly Soul Source World, the Soul Clan were the overlords, the kings, the supreme race. Who would dare challenge them? Who would dare defy them?
"Amitabha. Benefactor, words must not be spoken recklessly. Surely you understand that disaster comes from the mouth?"
After his initial shock, Old Monk Jueyun's expression returned to calm. With his palms pressed together, he seemed unmoved by Su Mo's words.
"My words come from the depths of my heart!" Su Mo said gravely.
Old Monk Jueyun stared fixedly at Su Mo's hazy figure. After a moment, he shook his head and said, "Benefactor, you are seeking your own death. You will be doomed beyond redemption. Leave now. You killed one person from this temple, but this old monk will not hold it against you."
"Ha ha ha ha!!!"
Su Mo laughed upon hearing this, then said coldly, "In my life, I rose from weakness no greater than a mayfly. I fought and slaughtered my way forward, passing through a thousand perils and ten thousand hardships, through countless deaths and rebirths. Why would I care about being doomed beyond redemption?"
"Even if you do not care about your own life or death, do you not care about the lives and deaths of your family, clansmen, friends, and everyone connected to you?" Old Monk Jueyun asked with a frown.
"I care!"
Su Mo nodded and said indifferently, "But rather than let them live on their knees, I would rather have them die standing."
Su Mo's voice was filled with resolve and determination. This was his will.
He would not allow himself, nor the Peerless Divine Gate, to submit to