Zixiao Palace, Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.
"So those two refused to join the Mystic Gate and become my direct disciples because of the Changsheng Immortal Sect after all."
Hongjun muttered with a dark expression.
He had foreseen all of this from the moment the two refused him.
Even though he had foreseen it, it still infuriated him.
They are blatantly looking down on me, the Dao Ancestor.
I went to such pains to preach the Dao to you and even bestowed Primordial Violet Qi upon you.
Yet you still insist on opposing me.
You truly deserve to die.
Once his anger subsided, Hongjun began considering his next countermeasures.
Both of them were bound by extremely deep karma.
They had surely joined the Changsheng Immortal Sect to attain Great Dao enlightenment.
But as long as they dared to do so, the Heavenly Dao would certainly obstruct them.
As long as their Primordial Spirits were anchored to the Heavenly Dao, they could not possibly devote themselves exclusively to cultivating the Great Dao.
Lin Changsheng could not possibly have overlooked this.
Then what was the point of their joining the Changsheng Immortal Sect?
Entering Changsheng Heaven? That was impossible too.
Hongjun began rapidly running calculations through his mind.
Could Lin Changsheng have already seen through the drawbacks of being a Heavenly Dao Saint?
And found a way to resolve those drawbacks?
The moment this thought arose, Hongjun was appalled.
If that were truly the case, the course of the Primordial Wilderness would be thrown into utter chaos.
Just what kind of method could resolve such a drawback?
Without anchoring one's Primordial Spirit to the Heavenly Dao, it was impossible to become a true Heavenly Dao Saint.
No matter how he pondered it, Hongjun could not work out their scheme.
In the end, he