The Heavenly Dao incarnation remained silent, and its silence was tantamount to tacit consent.
Those four characters on the Fengxian Terrace had severed an entire world. With such terrifying ability, it would not be an exaggeration to call it a Chaos Treasure. Only such an object could make the Ancient Gods so persistent.
"And it's not just the Ancient Gods who want this thing. You want it too," Wang Xiu continued. "From that moment on, you probably developed a consciousness that shouldn't belong to the Heavenly Dao. But it was weak, and you couldn't do anything that went against your own rules. You could only influence things subtly, imperceptibly."
