If he were the Heavenly Dao, he would definitely bestow upon Wang Yang a Saint Fruit Position.
But the problem is he isn't, he has merely merged with the Dao.
"All things under heaven operate on cause and effect, yet you actually wish to forcefully sever the cause and effect between you."
"You are just the Heavenly Dao without any thoughts, so why feel fear?"
Daoist Ancestor Hongjun finally spoke with some helplessness.
The Three Realms can no longer withstand any great turmoil, otherwise, because of this matter alone, Hongjun would certainly have to have a serious talk with the Heavenly Dao.
Looking through the Chaos, his gaze settled on Golden Turtle Island.
Hongjun felt a tinge of sadness, and also some regret.
If the Heavenly Dao was unwilling to grant the Saint Fruit Position, then Wang Yang had no hope of achieving sainthood in the Three Realms.
"Yang Mei, it's all because of you!"
The Purple Cloud Palace was still grandly perched, and silence had returned within.