A fair trade (1)

After his eldest disciple left, Dao ancestor void's face revealed a look of desolation. He was not as decisive and free as he had shown. After all, he was being controlled by someone else and would never be free. The most terrible thing was that he actually felt that this was not bad.

At the very least, he was more powerful than the Golden immortal Dao ancestors of those thirty-plus worlds. He had no idea that he had been schemed against, and his disciples had betrayed him and fled. He was like a Caged Bird waiting for death. Dao ancestor void truly didn't want to experience such a feeling again.