"Everything the Heavenly Dao does, all this so-called fairness, begins with its own world."
"What benefit do your actions bring to the Profound Yellow World? Don't tell me you're all the Heavenly Dao's beloved sons?"
"The Heavenly Dao would rather help you ascend at the cost of the world's destruction, only to destroy itself afterward? Use your head."
"One ascension, one Immortal World, one promise of eternal life—and they've muddled all your wits, haven't they?"
Ye Lin pointed at the old man and unleashed a torrent of abuse, showing him no mercy whatsoever.
As for the old man—Blood Saber Butcher, a figure of immense standing—he was now being scolded by Ye Lin like a child, right under his nose, and he did not offer the slightest rebuttal.
"Then tell me, who else besides the Heavenly Dao could possess such power?"
The old man's hoarse voice rang out, thick with fury. He had stood high above others for far too long; this was the first time anyone had ever pointed at his nose and cursed him.
Anyone would feel anger.
Right now, if Ye Lin could not give him a reasonable explanation, then even if it meant dying with his soul scattered, he would make Ye Lin pay the price.
A devastating price.
What top-tier powerhouses cared about most was their pride.
The higher their cultivation, the fewer things they cared about. That was why face and dignity mattered more to them than anything else.
"Hmph. Foolish. After living so long, it seems you've all lived yourselves stupid."
"I can't be bothered explaining it to you in detail. Contact the leaders of the other transcendent factions at once. When the time comes, I'll let you see the real truth."
With a sweep of his sleeve, Ye Lin roared in anger. He