"Venerable Li, I don't understand what you mean."
Yu Sande knew perfectly well what he had done, but he had resolved to act first and report afterward, so naturally he would play dumb to the bitter end.
"You'll be the death of me!" Li Chilian said furiously.
But now that things had come to this, he had to admit that Yu Sande had made his move decisively. Even a veteran colossus like him could do nothing about it.
Whatever else he might be, Yu Sande was a newly ascended Heaven-Tier Powerhouse of their sect. They could not simply abandon him.
Watching Li Chilian sweep his sleeve and leave, Yu Sande wore a smile, still unconvinced at heart.
He also knew that over the past twenty years, no shortage of Grassroots Rogue Cultivators had braved universal condemnation, secretly hoarding the Mystic Heaven Origin, or even the origin of Nether Heaven in the Demon Realm, and merging it into themselves to ascend.
Many among them had been reduced to dust and ashes beneath the Heavenly Tribulation, yet others had been fortunate enough to pass, completely cleansing the power they had refined and becoming Carefree True Immortals.
Once that mighty power belonged to them, even if the Heavenly Dao stood before them, how could it distinguish whether they had gained it through insight or outside assistance?
The only time the distinction could be made was just after they had refined the divine crystals, while residue still remained in their bodies and their understanding of the laws and origin remained shallow.
This was also why Yu Sande wanted to enter seclusion and cultivate.
After Li Chilian left, an eerie silence settled over the Mystic Sun Sect.
It was not that none of the higher-ups knew what Yu Sande had done. But under instructions