Countless tragedies of the calamity of the Immortal Dao flashed before Jiang Changsheng's eyes. He had seen too many tragedies, including the tragedies of the people around him.
He discovered that no matter how he deduced, this calamity would bring irreversible damage to the Immortal Dao. The luck of the Immortal Dao would decrease greatly and the Heavenly Dao would require countless years to repair.
Previously, there was no such ending. This made Jiang Changsheng realize that the power of the Great Dao had begun to interfere with the calamity of the Immortal Dao.
"You can't hold back at the beginning?"
Jiang Changsheng thought silently. He was not nervous. Instead, he felt disdain.
This increasingly proved that the so-called will of the Great Dao might be controlled by a certain living being. Even if the Great Dao was not a living being, it must be a living being that can use the power of the Great Dao.
His temperament was bad!
