The Dao lecture hall was awash in blood.
In truth, with the might of that immense power, Deng Lingjian would not have left even a trace behind, let alone bloodstains in the Dao lecture hall. The only reason blood had splattered all over the room was to kill the chicken to warn the monkeys-to intimidate the Wen River Deng Clan.
The Deng Clan Celestial Persons in the hall felt grief at Deng Lingjian's gruesome fate, but that was all. They dared not harbor even a shred of anger or hatred, locking down their heart-minds lest some stray thought arise and send them down the same road as Deng Lingjian.
Indeed.
A True Lord's thoughts stirred all the heavens. It was not only spoken words-even thoughts could be sensed by the rules a True Lord had established.
From Hongde City to the depths of the universe, countless members of the Wen River Deng Clan had already been blasted into blood mist by that immense power over a single thought. Their deaths had been utterly horrific.
"Ancestor, this..."
Grief showed on the faces of the Deng Clan Celestial Persons as they turned toward True Lord Imperial Balance Myriad Turns, seated on the meditation cushion above.
Just as Deng Lingjian had said, their Wen River Deng Clan had swept across the Dust-Dyed Realm unchallenged for countless years. When had they ever suffered such humiliation? Could their clan do nothing but take these blows?
True Lord Imperial Balance Myriad Turns showed neither joy nor sorrow, his expression scarcely changing. With his eyes lowered, he pondered briefly before slowly drawing a golden pearl of utmost purity from his sleeve. The high-status conceptual image circulating endlessly within it immediately drew the gazes of the Deng Clan Celestial Persons in the hall.
"This is...?"
Deng Qiuzhi, who