No one could screw over the Heavenly Dao. It was part of the rules itself, the embodiment of the will of the laws of heaven and earth. Yet at this moment, the Heavenly Dao had a human side, because Hongjun had undergone Dao Integration. The result of that integration was just fantastic: the Heavenly Dao was practically vomiting in speechless frustration. Sure, the integration had succeeded, but damn it, karma had been integrated along with it.
Karma could also be understood as predestination, destiny, or heavenly will. And now, thanks to Pangu, the Heavenly Dao owed Qin Fen a karmic debt. No one else in the world could do anything to the Heavenly Dao, but Qin Fen could. Pangu desperately wanted to deny it, but the facts spoke for themselves.
He owed his survival to Qin Fen. He owed his Dao Integration to Qin Fen too, damn it. This was one enormous favor, and until it was repaid, Qin Fen could screw the Heavenly Dao over to his heart's content!
This did not mean Qin Fen, a weakling with a combat power of five, had become so awesome that he could disregard the Heavenly Dao and escape its jurisdiction. It was like Jungle chess: the tiger ate the fox, and the fox ate the mouse. The Heavenly Dao was a prehistoric mammoth that could kill every ferocious beast, but against Big Chef, that little mouse, it was helpless! Pangu's karmic debt meant Qin Fen had it firmly under his thumb. That was fate!
The sky had already darkened, and Qin Fen was getting ready to go out for dinner. He took his phone and headed out, casually tossing Shorty and the others something to eat. Big Chef waved goodbye and left without taking a single cloud with him. Phone in