Every life in the Origin Realms had grown to have a sense of responsibility, and the Primordials knew that without the sacrifices of so many people, who ensured that their cultivation path was as smooth as possible, they would not be able to reach this point.
No time in history had there ever been a place like this, where it was highly possible for someone to see the path to the level of Primordial so clearly. The secrets and deceptions about the paths of power were wiped away, and those that were not given were only because there were enemies within their ranks.
Aetheron was extremely angry and in pain; he had seen everything that had happened since the final war began, including the betrayals that had arisen within their ranks. The shields would have gone down in the future, but that should have required millions of years of constant barrage, and now this trap that could lay every Primordial low was unexpected.
