Who Doesn't Have a Few Seated Ancestors?

With a gentle wave of his hand, Dao laws filling the sky came crashing down, condensing before him into an indestructible barrier of laws, blocking every last bit of Li Tian's towering sword momentum, without letting even a fraction leak through!

The barrier stood towering and unshakable. Hongjun's face was as still as water, betraying not the slightest ripple.

"Oh? Looks like you really can't keep your trump card hidden anymore, can you?" Li Tian's gaze was sharp. "Saint Zhunti doesn't have a scepter like that—Jieyin Saint, wouldn't you agree?"

Seeing Hongjun bring forth a strange treasure to block the attack, Li Tian showed no surprise. Instead, a trace of certainty flashed through his eyes.

He had never expected that sword strike to truly injure Hongjun.

Though the system's support had sent his cultivation soaring, far beyond anything he could once have imagined, he was still a long way from truly standing on equal footing with Hongjun and confronting him head-on.

Li Tian knew that perfectly well.

The only reason he had dared to strike was because Hongjun was currently inhabiting Saint Zhunti's body—

a frail, feeble shell utterly incapable of bearing all of Hongjun's power.

If Hongjun's True Self had arrived in person, Li Tian would probably have had to turn tail and run!

But this situation was exactly what he wanted:

to expose Hongjun's true face before the Myriad Beings of the Primordial Wilderness!

After the Heavenly Dao Saints fell back then, Hongjun had actually used the Saints' mortal remains to forge avatars—

an act that had filled all the races of the Primordial Wilderness with contempt and fury!

Whose family had no ancestors who had passed away?

If everyone followed Hongjun's example, would even the bones of the dead be denied peace?

He had already trampled through