The seven-colored phantom surged with power, then suddenly threw back his head and laughed.

“Beautiful Lady, this isn’t the Xanadu Realm where you control everything. This is the Haleth Realm. Even if you are the chief god of Taoism, your strength is cut in half the moment you step inside. Do you really think I’m afraid of you?”

The beautiful figure sneered.

“Whether you’re afraid or not, one thing is obvious—you’re guilty.”

“Don’t play that game with me!” the phantom roared. “If it weren’t for you hypocritical creator gods interfering in my Haleth Realm, how could so many disasters have happened? How could so many lives have been lost?”

As he spoke, he sharply pointed at James.

“In front of James, I want to ask you something, Chief God. Why are the nine great Path Theories you created, and the forty-nine derived from them, accepted as the laws of the Haleth Realm… while my Historial Path Theory is condemned as heresy?”