The Heavenly Dao gritted his teeth, his face scarlet. Who had done this? Who could be deranged enough to impersonate him without arousing suspicion? He only had to think for a moment to know the answer. It could be no one but that bastard Big Chef.
And the most fucked-up part was that he had even used a method the Heavenly Dao knew all too well: a system-generated voice. Though it sounded a little mechanical, no one could ignore it in this atmosphere.
In theory, there was one glaring flaw in Qin Fen using his Official Account to impersonate the Heavenly Dao. After all, the Heavenly Dao broadcast indiscriminately, so every living being could hear him. Only those who followed Qin Fen could hear his messages.
But the problem was that the Heavenly Dao had issued far too many announcements for him, making his name far too famous. Never mind the Demon Tribe-even mortals had practically worn their ears out hearing it. Most living beings had committed that name to memory, and Qin Fen's influence covered over ninety percent of the Celestial Realm.
So here was the problem: with so many accounts following him, his mass broadcast was downright shameless. Almost everyone heard it. How was that any different from the Heavenly Dao's system announcements?
There was no difference. Once the Official Account broadcast went out, its effect was almost identical to the Heavenly Dao's.
The Pangu Consciousness watched dumbly, wanting only to roar, Holy fucking shit, what is going on? Does the Heavenly Dao's system have a backup? If it does, could this Official Account replace him once it covers the entire Celestial Realm?
At that thought, the Heavenly Dao's heart ached. Doesn't that mean I could lose my job? That was unacceptable! He had already undergone Dao Integration.