But upon closer listening, the tone carried not much anger, but rather a bland narration of a trivial matter, and even a hint of undisguised excitement.
To Him, even if all beings of the All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds fled, it would be nothing more than the struggle of ants. What He truly cared about—was only Jiang Hui.
This individual, once chosen by Him to become the vessel for His will to descend, for reasons even He could not fathom, not only escaped His control.
But also obscured the karma and connections He had imposed, and successfully stepped into the Sacrificial Dao Realm.
Unimaginable.
It left Him feeling horrified.
Therefore, He had always observed in secret, never showing Himself, desperately wanting to know what kind of power was truly orchestrating all this.
This power caused even Him to tremble, to be thrilled, unable to restrain Himself, His mind in a frenzy of excitement.
