"No! I refuse to accept this!"
Zhun Ti's roar echoed through the Grand Hall, filled with desolation and madness.
He scrambled up from the ground, his disheveled hair flying as his bloodshot eyes glared at the enormous fissure in the Heavenly Dao overhead.
"Senior brother! We can't just sit here and wait to die!"
Zhun Ti seized Jie Yin's arm, digging his nails deep into his flesh.
"We're Heavenly Dao Saints! The rulers of the Primordial Wilderness! How can some brat of a junior frighten us so badly that we don't even dare leave our gates?!"
Slowly, one finger at a time, Jie Yin pried Zhun Ti's hand loose. The anguish had faded from his face, replaced by a deathly stillness.
"Junior brother, do you still not understand?"
Jie Yin's voice was hoarse, yet extraordinarily clear.
"Times have changed."
"From the moment Qin Mu shattered the Heavenly Dao Dharma Form with a single sword strike, we so-called Heavenly Dao Saints became a joke."
He raised his head, staring hollowly at the churning tribulation clouds.
"The law? In the Primordial Wilderness, whoever has the biggest fist makes the law. Our fists used to be harder. Now, Qin Mu's sword is far harder than our fists."
"He even dares to cut down the Heavenly Dao. Do you think he'll give a damn about our undying existence?"
Every word from Jie Yin struck Zhun Ti's heart like a heavy hammer.
Zhun Ti shuddered all over and let go. He staggered back two steps, then slumped against a fallen Buddhist pillar.
Yes, times had changed.
The status as Saints they took such pride in was laughably fragile before a monster who could slice the Era Heavenly Dao like a watermelon.
"Then... what do we do?" Zhun Ti's voice was dry, edged with sobs. "Do