Although Primordial Heavenly Venerable's true body could not leave the Jade Void Palace at present,
he could still send down an avatar.
Given his standing as a Sage, he reckoned he would have no trouble entering the Netherworld Office, rescuing their souls, and restoring their bodies.
Of course, that only applied to those of the Demon Race.
The Four Fierce Gods had died too horribly; even their souls had been scattered.
To save them, he could only rely on the traces of their true spirits that he had preserved.
But those traces alone would not allow him to resurrect them perfectly.
Primordial Heavenly Venerable looked at everyone.
Seeing them in such a sorry state, and recalling the humiliation he himself had suffered,
his hatred for Daochen grew even stronger.
Yet he had no intention of blaming them.
At a time like this, he still needed to steady their morale.
Primordial Heavenly Venerable sighed. "This crushing defeat was not your fault. The struggle between Sages was far too fierce. You are only Quasi-Saints, and in the end, you still fell short."
Although he could not accept it, he was a rational man. Naturally, he had his reasons for opposing Daochen all this time.
He had deliberately taken an active role, but he had several aims behind it. The first, of course, was to probe Daochen's capabilities.
Now it seemed Daochen's strength far surpassed his own. Among the Sages, Daochen could be called the foremost being beneath the Heavenly Dao.
The title was well deserved. Even he was rather convinced.
After all, he had never imagined that Daochen could actually suppress the Pangu Banner.
In his understanding, the Pangu Banner was the Primordial World's supreme treasure of slaughter, its power utterly terrifying. Even a Sage would not dare withstand it head-on.
Yet