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The Heavenly Dao had directly acted against King Zhou.

Lesser Qiong Peak, before the Alchemy Room.

Li Changshou stood beside the pool patterned with yin and yang, his gaze slightly unfocused, hands clasped behind his back as he quietly lost himself in thought.

If the heights he had reached today were something he had never imagined when he first regained consciousness in the Primordial Wilderness—

Then the Heavenly Dao tearing off its veil today and directly acting against King Zhou was the worst-case scenario Li Changshou had considered before.

This meant the Heavenly Dao Will had cast aside all restraint, demanding that all living beings perform its script.

Plans could never keep up with changes.

The feeling truly was unpleasant.

To play a game within the rules against the one who made those rules—the worst outcome was precisely this: the other side tore open the rules and slapped down with one palm.

Before the Holy Mother Temple, that palm had come down without the slightest mercy.

This meant that most of the "chance of victory" and "certainty" he had previously calculated and assessed had become void. The future he had once been able to control had become impossible to trace.

Today, the Heavenly Dao had acted against King Zhou. Tomorrow, it might directly act against Yunxiao, Ling'e, or Brother Zhao!

Of course, the two were not comparable.

For the Heavenly Dao's script of the Investiture of the Gods, King Zhou was a central figure, an irreplaceable chess piece.

But Yunxiao and Brother Zhao were simply powerful experts, without the quality of being "irreplaceable." If he wanted to take them away, he only needed to persuade them and ask his teacher and Martial Uncle Tongtian to protect them. Even if the Heavenly Dao tried to stop them, they could still leave