Facts, in the end, spoke louder than eloquence.
But to the great figures, the facts themselves did not matter. What mattered was that the Yellow Heaven Dao's foundations were unsound: it harmed the powerful clans to save the common people.
That was the most fatal thing of all. The court could not tolerate it, and neither could the powerful clans.
When the people were weak, the powerful clans were strong; when the people were weak, the court was strong!
After a moment of silence, the Yellow Heaven Daoist finally moved. With a wave of his hand, he used Daoist arts to clear away the bloodstains and erase all traces. Even his originally pale complexion regained a flush of color.
Yet both the attendants standing nearby and the Yellow Heaven Daoist himself knew that unless he abandoned everything, ascended, stole the wishes of all living beings, and attained the freedom and ease of a lone man, his death was drawing near.
The earth bore all things with vast virtue; it would not drive a Daoist to extinction. If he were willing to retreat now, the earth would not begrudge him this measure of fortune.
Once everything had been restored, the Yellow Heaven Daoist said, "Boyu, pass on my order. Have the General of Earth Duke, who went to reinforce the Southern Wasteland, return..."
After speaking, the Yellow Heaven Daoist let out a long sigh and closed his eyes.
The instant those words left his mouth, fortune shifted at once. Zhao Cheng in particular was deeply connected to the Yellow Heaven Dharma Realm at this moment.
He immediately sensed the golden lock upon him snap open...
This change was exactly as Zhao Cheng had anticipated.
The Yellow Heaven Daoist did not have much time left. Under normal circumstances, Zhao Cheng could never