The Heavenly Dao possessed a will of its own. Not only did it refuse to bow its head, it constantly counterattacked, seeking to dissolve his Spiritual Sense and devour his spirituality. Once he was fully assimilated, Hongjun would no longer be Hongjun, but a cold puppet of the Heavenly Dao.
Fortunately, his foundation ran deep. He forcibly steadied his mind with his own Dao cultivation, then drew upon the Heavenly Dao's empowerment. His strength had long since surpassed Taishang's!
Faced with such pressure, Houtu's expression tightened slightly, yet she showed not the slightest intention of retreating.
Hongjun could not control the Heavenly Dao, but she could!
Now that she held more than sixty percent of the Earthly Dao Authority, she had enough to face him head-on!
Boom!
She soared into the air, standing level with Hongjun. A gentle yet heavy pale-yellow glow spread around her body, as though she had donned armor forged from the essence of the earth.
The Red Army's heart clenched as he watched from afar, his expression turning incomparably grim. He had exhausted countless epochs of bitter cultivation just to barely command half of the Heavenly Dao's power, all while constantly guarding against backlash. Yet Houtu, in such a short time, had already taken hold of more than sixty percent of the Earthly Dao—she now possessed the qualifications to confront him directly!
All the Saints were shocked. Hongjun had actually acted in person!
For a time, no one dared draw even half a step closer, afraid of being swept into this world-destroying confrontation.
Just as Houtu and Hongjun stood at swords' points, Li Tian had already silently slipped above the Underworld, concealing himself deep within the clouds.
Others feared Hongjun as they would a tiger, but Li Tian was utterly unafraid.
This battle had long ceased