"Daoist Wugou, put away that act of yours. Don't think you can muddle our minds with words. From Elan to Zidan, no one is ignorant of your foul reputation. Anyone who deals with you will ultimately fall into declining Fortune. Even if they do not die, they will pay a terrible price. We know that much."
The six gods clearly did not agree with the Daoist's words, and they pointedly brought up his reputation.
"Oh? You think this old Daoist came here merely to put on a bluff? Or to borrow strength from you? Wrong, wrong!" Daoist Wugou smiled. "Amid my busy schedule, I took the time to come and warn you, not because the focus of several great powers has gathered in East Flower Continent, but because my sect values its friendship with the Heaven Lord. That is why I made this trip."
"Friendship?" The six gods frowned at this. The leader among them said, "We appreciate your concern, but we bear orders and have no choice but to go."
"What a pity, truly a pity." Daoist Wugou shook his head and sighed. "Tell me, in this world, how many people like you have attained the Dao from incarnations? Though you are incarnations of the Heaven Lord, after inheriting the legacy of countless ages, you now possess wills of your own, with combat strength no weaker than Star Lords. Such good fortune was exceedingly rare even in ancient times, yet now you are heading to that land of right and wrong, to be stained by the calamity of slaughter. What a pity indeed." The meaning behind these words required no explanation. The six gods understood at once that he was implying their journey to Donghua would likely end in disaster.
Yet the six gods said nothing and offered no