The Saint's Body, Forged into a Puppet?

This bit of pressure was still not enough to shake his foundation.

But what truly sent tremors through his mind

was not the other party's surging strength, but that reprimanding remark, which reeked of discord the moment it left his mouth—

The tone, the wording, the bearing—none of it resembled Zhunti. Instead, it was like Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor, seated in Purple Heaven Palace and wielding Heavenly Dao Authority!

A horrifying thought flashed through his mind like a bolt of lightning—

"Hongjun! Could it be that you have seized Zhunti's sacred body and refined him into your own incarnation?!"

Li Tian blurted out, his voice not loud, yet it struck the ear like thunder.

He truly could not imagine that Hongjun would do something so ruthless!

This was the immortal body of a dignified Heavenly Dao Saint, yet he had actually dared to forcibly pour his own will into it, destroy its spiritual consciousness, and reshape it for his own use!

If that were truly the case, then even as the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao, he had crossed the bottom line of what the Myriad Spirits of the Primordial Wilderness could endure!

The moment those words were spoken, an uproar broke out all around!

The first reaction of most living beings was disbelief—

The Dao Ancestor Hongjun's virtue matched Heaven and Earth; he commanded the Mystical Sect and stood as an exemplar for all ages. How could he commit such wicked acts?

But upon second thought, that "Zhunti's" every word and gesture just now had been steeped in strangeness:

His tone had been loftily condescending, his gaze indifferent as ice, without even the slightest ripple when facing his closest senior brother...

Then, seeing the undisguised confusion and wavering on Jieyin Saint's face, everyone's hearts gave a sudden jolt—

Could