Soon, all the Sages had gathered in the Purple Heavens Palace.
The Primordial Heavenly Venerable seethed with resentment. He spoke first, seizing the chance to hurl vicious accusations. "Lord Dao Ancestor, Demon Emperor Daochen has gone too far! We agreed that the disciples would settle their own disputes, yet he has no shame-he actually bestowed a Magic Treasure and intervened himself!"
"Moreover, in the affairs of the Human Race, he privately mobilized the Heavenly Court's supplies and dispatched its generals to help them. Such conduct is a complete disregard for the rules!"
"Ever since Daochen appeared in the Primordial World, he has interfered with its course. The entire Primordial World has been thrown into chaos. If he is allowed to continue running wild, who knows how many more living beings will suffer because of him?"
"Even the destiny of the Primordial World will change because of him!"
"Lord Dao Ancestor, why not simply erase him? He is an anomaly to begin with, one that heaven and earth cannot tolerate. Allowing him to keep running wild will do us no good either."
This fellow was actually spewing vicious accusations, turning around to blame the very person he had wronged.
Most importantly, he had voiced Hongjun's concerns.
Or perhaps they were the Heavenly Dao's concerns.
As an anomaly within the Primordial World, Daochen should have been erased by the Heavenly Dao long ago. Yet Dao Ancestor Hongjun believed he was the only one who could help him.
Ever since merging with the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun had understood where his path would ultimately lead: his soul would dissipate, his consciousness would vanish, and he would become nothing more than the Heavenly Dao's puppet.
Then what meaning was there in all his cultivation up to this point?
He had not cultivated just to become