Whose Home Will the Violet Qi Fall To?

It was somewhat dimmer than before.

But the aura of the foundation for sainthood remained.

Indeed, because the Ancestor Yin-Yang had forcibly refined it once, some of the chaotic imprints deep within the violet qi had instead been erased by Hongjun in the process.

At this moment, the Primordial Violet Qi was purer than when it had first appeared.

The breathing of every powerhouse present hitched slightly.

A flicker of desire instinctively flashed through Zhunti's eyes.

But he immediately suppressed it.

The Dao Ancestor was right before him.

The Three Pure Ones and Niu Ben were here as well.

To entertain greed again now would not be greed—it would be courting death.

Haotian likewise looked at the violet qi.

The unwillingness in his heart remained.

If the Heavenly Court obtained this strand of violet qi, its significance would be immense.

But the scene of Hongjun killing the Ancestor Yin-Yang was still vivid before his eyes.

He did not dare speak.

Di Jun's gaze flickered, yet he too remained silent.

Though Emperor Taiyi was brimming with battle intent, he was not foolish enough to snatch something before the Dao Ancestor.

The Wu Clan powerhouses exchanged glances.

Someone asked in a low voice, "Are we still taking it?"

Another glared at him.

"Take my ass."

"You go, then?"

That person immediately fell silent.

Tongtian looked at Hongjun, then at that strand of violet qi.

He said nothing.

Taishang and Yuanshi were silent as well.

The ownership of this Primordial Violet Qi was no longer something they could contend for.

If Hongjun wished to take it, no one could stop him.

If he wished to bestow it, no one would dare object.

Hongjun raised a hand.

The Primordial Violet Qi slowly descended into his palm.

His gaze swept across the gathered sages.

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