Fellow Daoist Hongjun Hasn't Changed at All

The moment the words fell, the purple qi that had been surging wildly through heaven and earth, the falling golden lotuses, and that suffocating pressure all receded in an instant like the tide. The entire void returned to a deathly stillness.

Di Xin looked mockingly at Yuanshi Tianzun, whose figure was in a somewhat sorry state.

Yuanshi Tianzun sensed Di Xin's gaze, but he acted as if he had not seen it. He did not even dare toss out a single word to save face; he only looked deeply at Randeng, who was still frozen in midair.

That gaze was filled with profound helplessness.

Then he let out a long sigh, not daring to concern himself with whether Randeng lived or died any longer. With a sweep of his broad sleeve, he turned directly into a streak of light and vanished without a trace.

A Sage had run off with his tail between his legs just like that.

At this, Randeng, still in midair, went completely numb.

His old face looked uglier than if he were crying, and in his heart, he had already begun calculating madly on the verge of collapse.

Yuanshi has completely abandoned me!

What do I do? Ask those two in the West for help?

Even Yuanshi Tianzun was scared out of his wits. Those two fellows Jieyin and Zhunti have probably sealed off Spirit Mountain and shrunk back into their shells like turtles by now. How would they dare show themselves and care whether I live or die!

Should I bring out Dao Ancestor Hongjun's name to pressure Di Xin? Randeng was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, then immediately rejected the idea again. No! How could Dao Ancestor possibly deal with Dao Venerable for my sake?

Every plan to save himself