He had to admit that this round of forcibly confronting the Heavenly Dao Clone had ultimately exposed several of his surface-level trump cards too early.
Though the impact was minor, he had to stay vigilant.
Getting carried away was steadiness's greatest enemy!
On his way back to the Five Continents, Li Changshou changed into a Daoist robe, wiped the mysterious blood from his forehead clean, and refined it back into vital energy.
His mysterious blood was now comparable to an ancestral shaman's blood. He could not waste it carelessly.
In truth, Li Changshou had long been certain that Empress Nuwa was under Heavenly Dao's restraint.
Whether it was the spirit stone arranged at Flower-Fruit Mountain or Shang Kingdom kicking off the Great Cataclysm of the Investiture of the Gods, both carried a heavy scent of Heavenly Dao.
Especially this time. At the critical moment when the conflicts of the Great Cataclysm of the Investiture of the Gods were erupting, Empress Nuwa had summoned him at precisely the right time. That could be understood in two ways.
The first was that Empress Nuwa had seen his arrangements everywhere and wished to express her resolve to flip the table on Heavenly Dao. Fearing that he would follow Senior Lang's old path and drag the Human Race into calamity, she had temporarily imprisoned him within the divine ability of Reverse Time Stop.
The second was naturally that the Dao Ancestor had ordered Empress Nuwa to hold Li Changshou back for the time being.
Both factors should have been at play, merely in different proportions.
But after seeing Empress Nuwa's actual condition, Li Changshou truly could not accept it.
This was Heavenly Dao? And it still had the nerve to proclaim its own supreme fairness and selflessness every day?
No matter how firm the