Hong Yun let out a long sigh.
"We both know perfectly well what state the Primordial World is in. Why deceive ourselves?"
"Dao Ancestor Hongjun has imprisoned himself in the Purple Firmament Palace and pays no heed to worldly affairs."
"The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, the Two Buddhist Sages, Houtu, and Fellow Daoist Stone Spirit have all vanished. Rumor has it they strayed into the darkness, were swallowed by it, and lost their minds, never to return."
"They were all Great Sages of the Primordial World, the pillars holding up our world."
"Never mind what actually happened to them. Look at things now. Ever since Saint Fuxi fell, that supposedly immortal Saint has never appeared again. What happened to him? Why does no one mention it?"
"Now, those protecting the Primordial World are mostly the Human Race, a race that rose later, along with the Human Emperor, the Demon Emperor, and the others. How many fighters worthy of the name does the entire Primordial World have left?"
"We veterans all have limited natural gifts. None of us can attain Sainthood."
"We aren't even qualified to step onto the battlefield. We fall short of those humans who dare to fight, charging into the slaughter without a thought for their lives."
"For people like us, there really isn't much point in living."
His despondency and mental turmoil had already become severe.
But just as he said, with one Saint after another meeting disaster, talk of the world's destruction filled the Primordial World.
Everyone was saying that the Primordial World might not hold out much longer.
They might as well enjoy themselves while they could, or they truly might never get another chance.
One of the most important reasons the Primordial World was so chaotic now was, in fact, Dao Ancestor Hongjun's refusal