Chapter 1359 — The Venerable Must Die
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Heavenly Venerable Xiao said: "At the Jade Pool Grand Gathering he already possessed every condition for that path. Reputation, honor, followers, the future — he had them all. The only thing he lacked was strength! Imagine it: several hundred thousand years later, the demigods and acquired lifeforms grown mighty, with hundreds upon hundreds of beings at the Emperor Throne realm and the Heavenly Court realm — whom would they uphold as their leader? Heavenly Venerable Yu — only Heavenly Venerable Yu! That was the momentum he accumulated, an open and upright momentum!"
Shen Mu and Heavenly Venerable Yue thought it over carefully: if Heavenly Venerable Yu had not died then, if demigods and the human race had dwelt in peace with him honored as their leader, then several hundred thousand years later that very scene Heavenly Venerable Xiao described would indeed have come to pass.
It would have been an age of unparalleled prosperity, and every ancient god would have been reduced to a supporting role!
"By then Heavenly Venerable Yu would not even have needed to lift a hand. He need only have pointed at the throne of the Heavenly Court and said, I wish to sit in that seat!"
Heavenly Venerable Xiao's face was expressionless as he said coldly: "And I would have had to rise and let him sit! If I did not rise to yield the seat to him, he would not have needed to lift a finger — countless demigods and acquired gods and sages would have surged forward to kill me! That is the future I saw! Therefore..."
Shen Mu said: "Therefore Heavenly Venerable Yu had to die."
Heavenly Venerable Xiao nodded: "Heavenly Venerable Yu had to die."
This was an open and upright road to power — the kingly way, the imperial way — needing no schemes, no intrigue, no contending for profit and authority.
One needed only to grant Heavenly Venerable Yu time, and he would naturally stand at the pinnacle of power; any who blocked the way would be crushed and buried, swept away like dried branches.
The tide of the age sweeps on — none can stand against it!