Godric said nothing. He stood where he was, and the aura around him slowly settled down. But the killing intent in his eyes had not weakened in the slightest.
He knew the Elders were right.
The Celestial Palace was powerful, but it was not invincible. If they acted recklessly, they really could be pushed into a disaster with no way back.
But every time he thought about the three destroyed Sacred Mountains, the three dead True Immortal elders, the two Ghost Clan Sacred Paragons, and his two disciples, Lucian and Lyria, the fire inside him refused to die down.
Those had all been experts the Celestial Palace had poured countless years of effort into raising. They were major pieces in his hold over the Fourteenth Firmament. They were the foundation that kept the Celestial Palace in its place. And now all of them had been destroyed by Jared.
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