The consciousness gazed at Primordial Beginning and began churning violently.
It was angry. Very angry.
Though it had neither a human face nor human features, its fury surged like roaring mountains and raging seas. Even the scenery outside shifted with it. Dark clouds rose layer upon layer, pressing down over heaven and earth as though the end of the world had come.
Primordial Beginning watched the seething consciousness with a trace of a smile. Far from reining himself in, he poured oil on the fire. "Let go. A root origin is beyond your ability to handle. I established my foundation through the Heavenly Register; no one is better suited to [Name] than I am."
He paused, then continued, "Besides, we've been deadlocked for thirty thousand years. Why not be good and die? You're going to die sooner or later anyway. Why not hand it over to me?"
His voice was calm, as though all of this were only natural.
But after hearing him, the consciousness churned even more violently. [Name] was its root origin! Its possession! How dare this thief, this bandit who had sneaked into Profound Li, speak like that? Was there no justice under Heaven?
Oh, it was that justice. The consciousness instantly grew even angrier.
Thirty thousand years.
An entire thirty thousand years.
The bandit before it had stolen half the authority over [Name]. Their methods were almost identical, and neither could do anything to the other.
Thus, it could only remain locked in a stalemate with him, day after day, year after year, watching helplessly as its root origin was gnawed away bit by bit.
What made the Heavenly Dao even more furious and terrified was that it had sensed another gaze. A gaze from somewhere higher, farther away, and more vast. That gaze descended from