"Such is the Heavenly Dao."
Those words were light, without the slightest ripple of emotion.
Yet they were like a great hammer imbued with the world's most extreme cold and malice, smashing mercilessly into the hearts of the Primordial World's quadrillions of living beings!
Dead silence.
Dead silence unlike anything before.
The clamor and frantic flight born of fear eerily vanished at that moment.
Every living being, whether a Daluo Golden Immortal or a mere mortal ant, froze where they stood, their minds blank, as though those words had stripped them even of the most basic ability to think.
He had admitted it.
The Dao Ancestor... had admitted it just like that, as lightly as drifting clouds!
Sage Houtu's accusation, every word weeping blood, the truth that tore away every veil of hypocrisy-he had not even the slightest interest in refuting it.
"Such is the Heavenly Dao."
This was not merely an admission. It was a sentence!
An utterly cold sentence delivered from on high, treating all things as dust!
Heaven and Earth had gone astray because of them.
Setting things right demanded a price, and they were that price.
This was the will of the Heavenly Dao.
Cruel!
Far too cruel!
At that moment, every living being clearly understood a truth that threatened to shatter their divine souls.
In the eyes of Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao, their so-called struggles, cultivation, joys and sorrows, love and hatred... none of it held any meaning!
They were nothing more than chess pieces on the board of Heaven and Earth, ready to be erased or sacrificed at any moment.
No!
They did not even qualify as chess pieces.
Calling them cannon fodder in the eyes of the Sages would have been more accurate.
Oppressive!
An atmosphere of unprecedented heaviness spread throughout Heaven