After Di Jun and Taiyi declared that they would establish the Ten Thousand Demons Heaven beyond the realm and no longer set foot lightly upon the Primordial Land, the matter of the fortunes of all races collapsing and the Heavenly Court being destroyed finally came to an end.
The Central Heavenly Emperor already had a successor. As long as the Heavenly Court was rebuilt, the gods reinstated, and the fortunes of all races gathered once more, it no longer mattered whether the other four Heavenly Emperors possessed favorable fortune.
Afterward, the sages bid farewell and departed.
Watching the sages leave, Di Jun and Taiyi turned to look at the ruined remnants of the Heavenly Palace. Their hearts were filled with pain, reflection, regret, and a faint sense of relief.
They were relieved that they had successfully attained the Dao. Otherwise, not only would all their efforts have been wasted, but they would also have caused so many disasters. They truly would have wronged all living beings beneath Heaven and Earth.
They knew that once they left, this place would no longer belong to them. Over these endless years, in their pursuit of sainthood, they had never properly looked upon this place.
Now that they were about to leave and never return, they could not help feeling somewhat forlorn.
They had missed many things in their pursuit of sainthood. Yet if they were given the choice again, they would still choose this path.
Because this path was the lifelong goal pursued by every cultivator.
If one did not become a sage, what did it matter even if one was the Heavenly Emperor? Would one not still have to live at the mercy of the sages?
Yet to gain something, one often had to lose something. How many things in the world