Qin Fen ignored Hongjun's words. Standing amid the lightning, he felt none of its power. The weakened Purple Firmament could not hurt him at all. Hongjun was furious, but he was no fool. If he killed Qin Fen now, he would never escape responsibility. Better to leave him to the Great Dao. As far as Hongjun was concerned, there was only one thing to say about Qin Fen's actions: if you didn't court death, you wouldn't die.
"I bet even the Great Dao never expected him to be this uncontrollable!" Hongjun consoled himself. At least someone higher up was suffering more than he was.
But did Qin Fen care? Not at all. Ever since coming into contact with the Celestial Realm, Big Chef had noticed a problem: the Heavenly Court had not progressed. What had changed was not the world, but people's hearts.
They clung to their old ways, refused to adapt, and wanted nothing more than a quiet, stable existence. Rules shackled them, leaving them afraid to act. Restructuring departments brought crushing pressure, and assigning responsibility to positions left every immortal fearing for themselves. Their mindset was the problem. In a word, fear. Fear that their Dao Hearts would falter, fear that the Heavenly Dao would forbid it, fear of unpredictable change, fear of losing everything. How could you lead a team when everyone's hearts had drifted apart?
In Qin Fen's view, the capable should rise and the incapable should step down. Those who held office should fulfill its duties rather than leave everything to fate. If you were doing a poor job, you needed to change.
Originally, he had not thought much of it. Only after witnessing what happened to Dracula and Mirena did he understand. This was not a problem with the Heavenly Court, nor was it