Curse after curse, rebuke after rebuke, fell upon the six Dao Children and six Divine Lords.
These supreme remnants were proud beings who looked down upon all under heaven.
Yet now they had disciples who feared the enemy like tigers. Their disappointment was impossible to hide.
Spell cultivators did not need to seek out battle, but they could not fear war!
This was the cold, endless starry sky, where the weak were meat for the strong. Cultivators who lacked power, or could not wield it calmly and rationally, did not deserve to live.
Silence fell on every side.
The supreme remnants had expected their disciples to look ashamed, admit their mistakes at once, then throw themselves wholeheartedly into the battlefield that would decide their orders' future.
Instead, all remained calm. Each Divine Lord wore a cold expression, unmoved by the rebukes.
What were they thinking?
"Wretched disciple!"
"What are you doing..."
The remnant of the Spiritual Treasure Realm flew into a rage.
"Remnant."
"You are not our founder."
The Spirit Treasure Divine Lord cut him off coldly.
"You—"
The remnant of the Spiritual Treasure Realm choked on his words.
For a moment, he could no longer deliver a harsh rebuke, much less punish the Spirit Treasure Divine Lord outright, despite how weak the Divine Lord was.
"You must respect my will and my choice!"
The Spirit Treasure Divine Lord's voice was cold.
Faced with life and death, he had chosen to defy the supreme remnant's orders. He had always known the full extent of his authority. The man who had once bowed and scraped was certainly him, but that was not all he was.
He knew one principle clearly: a supreme remnant was not a Supreme Being. It was merely the lingering momentum of one.
The new decision had been