"Wu Yi—how dared he? Was he not afraid... Hm? He succeeded. What a pity. Our human race has lost another prodigy. Someone, lay out a feast! I will see him off!"
"Rebellious traitor! How dared he raise a hand against Heaven? Wu Yi truly deserved ten thousand... This—this is impossible! Impossible! How could a human possibly... Hm... Hahahaha! So what if you succeeded? Heaven is so vast, boundless and immeasurable. Even if you could injure a single hair, it would amount to no more than one part in hundreds of millions upon hundreds of millions. Useless! Utterly useless!"
"This is? What is Wu Yi trying to do... Did he succeed... What a pity. Still, this is an opportunity. Someone, go to the Jade Purity Dao and invite the State Preceptor! Tell him I have an important matter to discuss!"
"Someone actually wished to defy Heaven? He truly did not know life from death. How could a mortal king be Heaven's opponent? Someone, prepare the offerings. This king will soon conduct a ritual to sacrifice to Heaven... This is—he actually succeeded! A mortal king actually injured Heaven! This... this... No, no... His success proves Heaven is not invincible. Then I..."
All sorts of voices rang out within the palaces of the feudal states and the residences of numerous tribal chieftains.
Most rulers who stood with the human race felt regret, tension, and a trace of worry.
The rulers who had submitted to the Heavenly Emperor, on the other hand, were furious, terrified, and faintly relieved.
There were also some whose ambitions swelled wildly. Seeing Wu Yi succeed in shooting Heaven, they, too, developed desires they should not have had.
Yet regardless of which sort they were, they all tacitly allowed a rumor to spread through their own feudal states.
"Wu Yi