"Looks like my heart is not strong enough. I have great cultivation but no Dao heart," Han Huang muttered to himself. He would think of his father every time he was puzzled.
His father had never lost control or complained according to his understanding. No matter how exciting and chaotic the outside world was, he had always been immersed in his seclusion cultivation.
He wanted to do the same, so he had not gone out to do anything all these years. However, as time passed, he could not help but feel hostility.
Han Huang felt that something would happen to him if this continued.
Once he lost control, it would not be good for him or all living beings.
He felt lonely and developed killing intent. Now, he also felt that he was terrifying.
However, the thought of destroying all living beings in the Chaos appeared in his heart. It was very difficult for him to extinguish it.
Han Huang stood up and moved to the Heavenly Court.
