Looking back, he really had failed. Had he known how many difficulties creating a world entailed, he would never have let others run circles around him.
He was the legendary Lord of Fate, an existence who controlled everything.
In the end, he discovered that he could control no one's fate.
So what if Luo Hou was the Devil Ancestor? Given the opportunity, he would still betray him without the slightest hesitation.
So what if they were Tongtian and the Moral Heavenly Venerable? They were merely using one another, so how could they possibly keep their promises?
Besides, neither had any intention of breaking through to the Heavenly Dao Realm. They had created this world solely to protect themselves.
Clearly, they had succeeded.
This left the Lord of Fate deeply troubled.
When dealing with someone eager to advance, you could threaten their prospects.
But what could you threaten someone desperate to stay alive with? Nothing you used would work.
They cared only about whether they could survive, never about what you used to threaten them.
Prospects and fate? A promising future?
In their eyes, all of that was shit. Only survival was real.
The Primordial World was too dangerous. Only by surviving could they have a future. If they died, everything was an illusion.
While the Lord of Fate and that monster fought furiously, Tongtian and the Moral Heavenly Venerable finally stabilized the Immortal Realm completely.
A ruthless glint flashed through the two Sages' eyes.
If they continued allowing these two monsters to fight inside the Immortal Realm, the newly formed world would likely suffer. Rather than let that happen, they might as well banish them directly to the Primordial World, or into chaos.
Doing so would wrong the Lord of Fate somewhat.
But it was the best course for the