This was a measure of imperial aura sufficient to let one transcend.
The instant it broke free of its restraints and rampaged aimlessly toward the four continents, it was like a transcendent powerhouse had fallen upon the land of the Divine Land, using his shattered remains to shelter all living people.
Even another transcendent giant would be powerless to gather it back together.
Shen Yi did not know how to do such meticulous work—using this imperial aura to seal off the entire Heavenly Dao as seamlessly as laying tiles—and the two sects would never give him such a long span of time.
He could only brutally kick over this bucket of paste and let it return to where it came from.
A living transcendent might be assimilated by the two sects over a prolonged stalemate. The Human Emperor feared this, and Shen Yi likewise found it chilling. Especially when he had entered the imperial city that day, the conduct of several Great Freedom Bodhisattvas had made him see this with utmost clarity.
Before attaining immortality and indestructibility, which of those Bodhisattvas had not been a mighty lord who hacked through brambles and thorns to climb their way upward? Yet when they learned that the thing they had painstakingly entrusted to the Heavenly Dao might be erased by him, those Bodhisattvas who had tasted eternal life had even willingly knelt for it.
Shen Yi had pondered upon the dragon throne for many days. The reason he could still muster the courage to confront the heavens was truly thanks to Fang Yao Hall for removing his Dao Fruit and fruition from the Heavenly Dao.
Only without immortality and indestructibility could one advance without hesitation, smash the cauldrons and sink the boats!
When time stretched into something endless, one's perspective on all matters