Boom!
No sooner had the words fallen than a bolt of lightning suddenly split the sky, followed by wind and rain sweeping in. Hui Dao could not help shuddering. Looking out, he saw sky and night blended into one, with only a faint glow of sunset still lingering. He fell silent, then after a long while, seeing Daoist novice Mengxi's pale face, smiled again.
"You need not be so alarmed. Fierce winds and crashing thunder—the heavens are about to change. If Prince Dai had no chance at all, how could he answer this change in the heavens?"
He smiled, fell silent for a moment, and ultimately did not continue that topic. He merely said, "Those ghosts and gods were originally Wild Gods. By chance, they rode the currents of fate, yet they knew no reverence and even dared to murder a king. Retribution came at once."
"Even if the hundred gods ran riot, their initial momentum was savage, yet more than half were wiped out in an instant. This is how unfathomable Heaven's might is..."
Hui Dao seemed to have sensed something, and his tone was filled with endless emotion.
At the same time, Su Ziji stood beneath the eaves, gazing into the distance. Rain pattered down from the eaves and struck the ground with crisp popping sounds.
Thunder rumbled in waves from afar. Though it was separated by a great distance, it still struck awe into people's hearts and made them tremble.
Su Ziji watched quietly, then suddenly smiled as well.
"The ill consequences of my tearing down the Divine Shrine have erased more than half of them. The rest will not live much longer. At this time, no matter who takes the stage, they can easily clean up the situation..."
Just as his spirits rose, a maid hurried