Naturally, he was not doing this to press his advantage.
He understood all too well the power of that sword strike. Ao Kun was strong, but there was no way he could withstand it.
Now that he had summoned the Hongmeng Great Dao, he intended to take advantage of Ao Kun's shattered Emperor Body to help him reconstruct it, elevating his talent and potential to another level.
This proud old senior had already done more than enough over the years. Not only had all resentment in his heart vanished, but gratitude had also taken root, and respect rose naturally within him.
Back then, when he had first stepped into the Great Emperor Realm, he could not understand Ao Kun's beliefs and thoughts.
No, it should be said that he understood, but did not want to understand.
All he knew was that without the Backer Sect, Jiang Ruoyao would have died, and so would many people he knew.
All he knew was that because of Ao Kun, the Primordial Beginning had endured countless millennia of darkness. Generation after generation of Great Emperors had fought desperately, exhausting their lives trying to stop the Heaven-Stealing Organization.
All he knew was that of the Primordial Beginning's twelve True Immortals, only the Chaos Great Emperor remained after the others had died tragically because of Ao Kun.
All he knew was that during the Heaven-Stealing Organization's final large-scale invasion, every living being in the universe had wept, despaired, and raged in unwillingness. It had been like hell on earth.
Under such circumstances, how could a young cultivator who had cultivated for barely a hundred years be expected to understand?
Even now, one could not say Ao Kun had been right, but neither could one say he had been entirely wrong.
Ao Kun had been selfish, yet