Sun Wukong understood. Taishang Laojun was talking about a variable and the Great Dao. The Great Dao had emerged among the Human Race, and everything they did was driven by karma. Within the Great Dao, they had become pawns of karma.
Could something like that be called Taishang Laojun's fault?
If that were really the case, Sun Wukong himself had nearly been killed by Red Boy's Samadhi True Fire.
Who was Red Boy?
He was the child of Bull Demon King and Princess Iron Fan. Did that mean seeking revenge against Taishang Laojun was wrong, and he ought to turn around and beat his own grand marshal, Bull Demon King, and Princess Iron Fan to death instead?
"These are traces of the Great Dao. I heard that after the Heavenly Dao fled from Old Ancestor Hongjun, the Great Dao descended into the mortal world. None of us noticed!"
"What happened is already in the past. Is coming here for revenge really what a cultivator of the Primordial World ought to do, Sun Wukong?"
"Besides, do you think I, Taishang Laojun, am easy to bully? Do you think I have no strength left?"
With a wave of Taishang Laojun's hand, many Daoist priests and nuns emerged. Among the nuns was Sun Biyun, the Wudang expert who had demonstrated the Purple Tenuity Thunder Technique.
These cultivators of the Daoist Order were not particularly formidable, but there were Daluo Golden Immortals among them. If fighting broke out, killing them would be relatively easy, but the karma that followed...
"Oh, my Red Boy!"
Princess Iron Fan suddenly cried out and withdrew.
"Brother, we can't carry on with this revenge. I'm leaving too!"
Bull Demon King withdrew.
That left Sun Wukong caught between two fires. Continuing the fight would not be easy, but neither could