The Puppeteer Dao Path had never been a benevolent Dao path, nor had Puppet Masters ever been a benevolent race.
In essence, they were merely ordinary inhabitants of the Myriad Heavens, one people among the forest of countless races.
Nothing more.
The development of the Puppet Dao was also a million-year history of blood and tears, marked by endless oppression and persecution.
Yet those very hardships had taught Puppet Masters to harden their hearts. To survive and develop, they had given rise to evil factions and individuals such as the Machine-Fate Faction and corpse refiners, who committed atrocities such as refining human-head centipedes and corpse puppets, and spreading seasonal plagues.
Even now, a million years later, this community still had no shortage of such evil.
Now someone had openly proposed taking advantage of their superiority to slaughter all followers of the Outer Dao, thereby securing their own Dao path's rise and prosperity.
Hearing this, Shen Longcheng sighed softly and said, "Slaughtering all followers of the Outer Dao might indeed bring truly lasting peace, but it is not a good choice."
"It would utterly destroy our moral foundations and standards of conduct. If all followers of the Outer Dao may be killed, then in the future, could dissenters among Puppet Masters also be killed? Could the weak be killed as well? After all, they do not conform to our wishes, and they lack the strength to resist our slaughter."
The Grandmaster Artisan who had proposed slaughtering the Outer Dao's followers gave an awkward chuckle. "Great Elder Shen, we are not talking about the same thing. If we slaughter all followers of the Outer Dao, we would naturally judge them by the Dao foundations they cultivate. How could that implicate our fellow Daoists?"
Shen Longcheng glanced at him and said pointedly, "Not