He wanted the Demon Race and the Human Race to fight to the bitter end, until both sides were left crippled.
Once the dust settled, everything would naturally return to its proper course.
Only then would the Heavenly Dao Camp truly become the sole ruler of the Three Realms.
This was an iron law—none could defy it, nor could it be changed.
In the end, Hongjun was the only true arbiter of the Primordial Wilderness's Three Realms.
As for those forces harboring other ambitions, restlessly stirring—
once they had slaughtered one another to exhaustion and suffered grievous losses, he would make his move and sweep them all away.
Even the foundations of the Earthly Dao would be uprooted along with them.
Throughout the Primordial Wilderness's Three Realms, no one would remain capable of hindering him in the slightest.
He was the strongest being.
Whoever dared bar his path would be personally crushed beneath his feet, without the slightest mercy!
This was Hongjun's truest and coldest calculation.
The scheme had long since been quietly laid out.
Yet at this moment, neither side knew that a storm was about to descend.
Each focused on expanding its forces and sharpening its weapons.
Under Hongjun's deliberate—or seemingly inadvertent—stirring, a bloody battle that would sweep across the Three Realms had become unavoidable.
Clang—!
Several hundred li beyond Blazing Sun Island, the sky suddenly darkened.
A colossal shadow that blotted out the heavens and covered the sun tore through the firmament and appeared with a thunderous crash.
A piercing cry that split clouds and shattered stone rang through the skies as Kunpeng descended.
The Northern Darkness Deep Sea lay tens of millions of li away from here.
For an ordinary living being to make the journey, it would take at least ten days to half a