"You were conceived by this old man, remember that's enough."
The Cloud Saint gave him a slight glance.
Did he really think he was on equal footing with him? He was merely holding back for the most important precaution against the Heavenly Dao.
"Who is stronger right now, you or the Heavenly Dao?"
"With the old man here, it's hard to say."
Alone, he doesn't fear the Heavenly Dao, but with the old man around, it's hard to tell.
The power of his current Dao has some deficiencies, needing time to be supplemented; given ten thousand more years, he could definitely completely mend it. By that time, even if they join forces, he wouldn't fear.
"Go!"
"Tell them, if they don't hand over those Emperor Realm souls, this old man will personally take action to seize them, even the Heavenly Dao cannot protect them!"
With those words!
The Cloud Saint vanished from the grand hall.
He felt he must fill the Dao as quickly as possible, or it would be too late.
"Clone... still a clone..."
