Jieyin and Zhunti stared at Dao Ancestor Hongjun, dumbstruck.
What the fuck... just who were the Dao Ancestor's disciples here?
Until then, everyone had assumed that Dao Ancestor Hongjun had manifested to protect the Western Teachings.
After all, Jieyin and Zhunti were his disciples.
The Western Teachings were also part of the Profound Gate.
The devastation they had suffered today had weakened the Profound Gate as well.
How could Hongjun ignore it?
Yet, even after racking their brains, none of the living beings had expected Hongjun to react like this.
"This ends here!"
His meaning was clear: Jieyin and Zhunti's scheme that had killed the Nine Golden Crows, and Taiyi's furious assault that had shattered Mount Sumeru, were both to be wiped from the slate. Neither matter would be pursued.
Could... even the exalted Dao Ancestor paper over a dispute like this?
Of course, that thought merely flashed through their minds.
Intimidated by Dao Ancestor Hongjun's might, no one dared say it aloud.
Gu Changqing, however, was the one exception in all Heaven and Earth.
"Heh heh... boring. How utterly boring."
"I thought I'd get to watch a truly spectacular battle."
"Who knew it would end with such a muddled reckoning?"
Pausing, Gu Changqing reclined comfortably on his cloud bed.
Then he continued:
"Uh... I might as well drink my wine."
His voice was quiet, as though he were merely muttering to himself.
Yet which of those present lacked keen divine senses?
They all heard him clearly, and they knew exactly what he meant.
He was plainly taking a jab at Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
After all, since appearing, Hongjun had asked neither who was right nor what had caused the conflict.
He had merely spoken with overwhelming authority, bearing down on the Demon Race and the Western Teachings as though