This question was like a thunderclap from the ninth heaven, shattering the hierarchy of honor and inferiority that had governed the prehistoric world for countless ages.
Hongjun said nothing.
His eyes, which contained the birth and death of the cosmos, narrowed slightly.
Even when facing Demon Ancestor Luohu's God Slaying Spear, even when facing the lingering might of Pangu's creation of heaven and earth, he had never felt such palpitations as he did now.
The young man before him clearly had no fluctuations of Magic Power, and he could not even sense a trace of Dao aura from him. Yet as Qin Feng stood there, he was like an abyss stretching across the end of heaven and earth, ready to devour all light, all reason, and all Dao.
"Ignorant."
After a long while.
Hongjun spat out two words.
The bamboo staff in his hand slowly rose, pointing toward the faintly visible river of fate deep within the heavens.
"The Heavenly Mandate is like a net—wide-meshed, yet nothing slips through."
"You think brute strength alone can let you defy heaven and change your fate?"
"The Interception Sect's fortune has run dry. Their names are already on the Investiture of the Gods. This is destiny."
As he spoke, the golden net of laws in the void, which had loosened somewhat, blazed brilliantly once more and slowly pressed down upon the myriad immortals of the Interception Sect below with irresistible pressure.
That was the weight of rules.
That was the will of the entire world.
Under that will, the Interception Sect disciples, who had just been burning with passion, once again felt the suffocating despair known as hopelessness.
They could not resist.
They simply could not resist.
It was like mortals trying to hold up a collapsing mountain with their bare hands. Other