Originally, the Heavenly Dao had thought Lin Tian was at least only one level behind him in cultivation.
But now, it seemed Lin Tian had merely glimpsed the doorway at best.
Thinking about it, that made sense. At the Heavenly Dao's level, any attempt to break through required tens of millions, or even billions, of years of painstaking cultivation.
How long had it been since Lin Tian attained the Dao Fruit of primordial unity? Possessing such strength already defied the heavens.
Now, as the Heavenly Dao, he had slain Lin Tian's disciple Cangjie before all the beings of the Primordial World, upholding his own majesty.
He had already achieved his goal. As for Lin Tian, he had ruthlessly stripped him of his dignity. What right would Lin Tian have to act arrogantly before him in the future?
"Heavenly Dao, just you wait!" Lin Tian deliberately put on a furious expression, then instantly returned to his Spirit Vine Realm.
Seeing this, the Heavenly Dao laughed even more freely.
At the same time, however, he sensed that the Heavenly Dao inheritance power stolen from him had not returned after Cangjie's death.
"What's going on?" The Heavenly Dao frowned, confusion crossing his face. Presumably, Cangjie's creation of writing had received the Great Dao's recognition, and he would have to wait until the myriad spirits of the Primordial World grew stronger before he could reclaim that inheritance power.
Considering that Cangjie's creation of writing had received the Great Dao's recognition, this was the only possibility the Heavenly Dao could think of.
"That damned Lin Tian! That damned Cangjie!" The Heavenly Dao seethed inwardly. The loss of his inheritance power had left him less complete than before.
If he faced Lin Tian again during the coming Investiture of the Gods Calamity, that would leave him