The fall of the three Dao Creators—Xi, Moyu, and Shu—sent shockwaves through their respective universes. In an instant, the heavens and earth seemed to shroud themselves in mourning, as if the world itself were weeping.
Countless living beings, filled with confusion and rage, stared fixedly at the sky, watching the final moments of the three Dao Creators in despair. They could not fathom how beings standing at the very pinnacle of the world could be slaughtered. Was there even any meaning in cultivation? In the end, did everyone not simply return to the dust of time?
For ordinary beings, the limit of cultivation was becoming a Deity. Yet, only upon ascending to godhood did one realize the cruelty behind the saying: "All beneath the Sage are but ants." A single thought from a Sage could dictate the fate of all life. This bloody reality left gods in despair and the masses in terror. To the common soul, a Sage was an immortal being, one with the heavens and earth. As for the Dao Creators, they stood even higher, transcending all rules and order. Yet, now they had died in a foreign land. How could anyone accept this?
Chapter 397