The Dao Lord and the Exalted One

"You seem awfully interested in this fight between the venerables on my mountain?"

Clouds and mist wreathed the palace atop the Sacred Mountain, but not a wisp of damp mist intruded inside.

Unlike the cold, gloomy Yedie River Holy Land, the Dao Lord's palace was spacious and bright, with sunlight streaming in.

The sunlight fell lazily on his long gray robe, lending the aged Dao Lord an air of languor.

Unlike the Exalted One, whose anger could spark a war between kingdoms, the Dao Lord seemed to have no quarrel with the world, content with the peace of his own little corner of it.

Curiosity flickered in his eyes as he studied the Exalted One, who was likewise reclining on his side nearby.

A cultivator of the Dao Lord's stature found little to interest him, but he was genuinely curious about the Exalted One's arrival.

After all, the Exalted One was a great cultivator on the same level as him and would not do something utterly pointless.

"Actually, I came over to ask if you could help me curse the Golden Crow Great Emperor, Emperor Jing, Li Guang..."

"No!"

Before the Exalted One could finish, the Dao Lord cut him off and gave him his answer.

"I'm begging you!" the Exalted One said.

"Then gouge out your own eyeballs and give them to me first," the Dao Lord said seriously.

"Don't get ideas about my body," the Exalted One said unhappily.

"You're the one who got ideas about me first." The Dao Lord shrugged. "If I killed any of the people you named, I'd have to spend the rest of my life on the run. How long do you think these old bones of mine could keep running?"

"Then kill Haotian and the Queen Mother first. Once you've killed their