Before Hongjun could answer, Heavenly Dao suddenly felt a wave of warmth and fulfillment.
A third of its Heavenly Dao Luck had actually returned.
It hurriedly cried out again, "Hongjun, the Heavenly Dao Luck has returned."
Hongjun's primordial spirit sighed. Was this jumpy thing really Heavenly Dao?
"Do you know what would have happened to you if Qing Xuanzi hadn't helped you seize back this Heavenly Dao Luck?"
Seeing some of the Heavenly Dao Luck return, Hongjun knew the time had come to start misleading it, so he spoke.
Heavenly Dao froze. Qing Xuanzi had seized back the Heavenly Dao Luck? Why did it find that so hard to believe?
"Did he really seize it back?"
"Alas, if not him, then who else? Think about it. What was the Primordial World like when he was here?
And what did it become after you drove him away? Now, there is even a Buddhist Tribulation.
Doesn't that explain everything?"
Heavenly Dao hesitated. It really did seem that way. Could it truly have been wrong?
As Heavenly Dao, its instincts were exceptionally sharp. It always felt that everything revolved around Qing Xuanzi.
Yet it could not grasp any evidence. How could it know that, aside from the two from the west, all the other saints, including Hongjun,
were all in league with Qing Xuanzi.
They had joined forces, determined not to stop until they had thoroughly confused it.
"So, we'll just let it go?" Heavenly Dao finally yielded. It also felt that it had acted rather impulsively before. It had actually driven out a genuine human of the Primordial World. That had been rather improper.
"Mhm." Hongjun's primordial spirit nearly laughed his teeth out, but he still answered expressionlessly.
"Then let it go."
The moment Heavenly Dao lifted its banishment restriction on Qing