Di Jun and Taiyi did not refute Wu Chu's words.
They knew that although they had become Sages, the price they had paid for it was no less than the price Demon Lord Luo Hu had paid for Dao Attainment back then.
If not for the Sages joining forces; if not for the twelve Wu Ancestors joining hands to summon Pangu's phantom and stabilize Mount Buzhou; if not for Wu Chu taking command and saving the countless clans...
Then the destruction their Dao Attainment had inflicted upon the Primordial World this time would have been even worse than that caused by the Demon Lord.
Of course, that had not been their intention. They had merely underestimated the devastating power of Fortune's backlash. Thus, they were in no position to argue now.
Taishang swept his gaze across the crowd before finally looking at Nuwa. Nuwa gave a soft laugh. "Senior Brother Taishang, do not look at me like that. Though I, too, hope my husband can succeed as the Heavenly Emperor, he is no longer suitable for it. Or rather, none of the former gods of the Heavenly Court are suitable anymore."
Di Jun and Taiyi exchanged a glance, both nodding as they looked toward Eastern King Duke and Fuxi.
Di Jun said apologetically, "My brother and I have let everyone down. We never expected the backlash from the dispersal of the Fortune of the Ten Thousand Clans to implicate all of you, even weakening the Fortune upon you to such an extent..."
Wu Chu looked at Fuxi and Eastern King Duke. He had long since examined the Fortune upon them with the Aura-Gazing Art. If their Fortune had once shone as brilliantly as the sun in the sky, it had now completely vanished.
It could be said that the Heavenly