How Could You Be This Strong?

"Hongjun?"

"Why are you here?"

The void silently parted.

No currents of black and white retreated.

Nor did Saintly Light pave the way.

The Great Dao of heaven and earth simply gave way on its own, opening a passage.

A figure slowly emerged.

Purple robes.

White hair.

An indifferent face.

His aura was not ostentatious, yet everyone felt an indescribable pressure.

It was not forcefully pressing down upon them.

It came from the very roots of heaven and earth.

As though, so long as he stood there, the Primordial Wilderness acknowledged him as part of its order.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

He had appeared.

Before him, the Two Forms Heaven-Severing Grand Formation seemed to have lost all claim to the name "Heaven-Severing."

At the edge of the black-and-white world, everything began to silently crumble away.

The aura of the Primordial Wilderness's Heavenly Dao, forcibly severed by the Ancestor Yin-Yang, also began to seep back in at this moment.

Taishang, Yuanshi, and Tongtian bowed at the same time.

"Greetings, Teacher."

Jieyin and Zhunti bowed as well.

"Greetings, Dao Ancestor."

Haotian's expression was even more complicated, but he remained respectful.

"Greetings, Master."

Though Di Jun, Emperor Taiyi, and the Wu Clan experts were not disciples of the Mystic Gate, they did not dare show any negligence. One after another, they reined in their auras.

Niu Ben looked at Hongjun and clasped his hands.

"Greetings, Dao Ancestor."

Hongjun's gaze fell upon him and lingered for a brief moment.

Then, he looked toward the Ancestor Yin-Yang.

"Yin-yang."

"Have you caused enough trouble?"

"Then it is time to send you on your way."

The moment those words fell.

Heaven and earth sank into silence once more.

The hearts of all the saints shook.

Send you on your way.

When these four words came from Hongjun's mouth,