"Damn Hongyun!" Taiyi roared in fury, gripping the Eastern Emperor Bell as he prepared to attack again.
But he discovered that Hongyun's true form had already transformed into a streak of red light, fleeing deeper into Chaos.
He had detonated his Good Corpse not to counterattack, but to create an opportunity to escape.
"Chase him! He can't have gone far!" Dijun's face was incomparably grim as he led Taiyi after Hongyun.
As one side fled and the other pursued, two figures stood silently within a cloud of Chaos Qi farther out in the starry sky. They were none other than Jieyin and Zhunti.
Faint laws swirled around them, their auras concealed within Chaos, yet their gazes remained fixed on Hongyun, Dijun, and the others.
Back when the Dao had been preached at Purple Cloud Palace, Hongyun had voluntarily given them his cushion. They had always remembered that karmic debt.
"Junior brother, Fellow Daoist Hongyun showed us the kindness of yielding his cushion. Now that the demon race and Kunpeng are trying to kill him, how can we stand by without helping?"
Jieyin wore a compassionate expression, though his voice carried a trace of hesitation. The Twelve-Petal Golden Lotus of Merit in his hand slowly rotated, as though he intended to intervene. "If we can help him escape, it will count as repaying the karmic debt from back then."
Zhunti gently shook his head. A trace of shrewdness and resolve flashed through his eyes as he reached out and pressed down Jieyin's arm.
"Senior Brother, we cannot! Think about it—Hongyun is already at the end of his strength."
"Dijun and Taiyi are Late Quasi-Saints, and they possess the Eastern Emperor Bell, the River Diagram, and the Luo Book. Kunpeng is no easy opponent either."
"Though the two of us possess Quasi-Sage