Hongjun's Choice

Looking across the Prehistoric Universe, past and present, a situation where eight Sages emerged together to stand against the Heavenly Dao was a first since the opening of heaven.

The qi of the Great Dao congealed, and the earth that had been frozen and unsealed was trembling violently.

Above the sky, the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation revolved with ever greater frenzy, its four-colored Killing Dao tearing into the Heavenly Dao's source. Every wisp of slaughter was gnawing away at the authority of the ninth Saint position.

Hongjun: As expected, Shangqing, who wields the slaughtering supreme treasure, would ultimately stand on the opposite side from me. But today, this Old Daoist will tell you this: Order is invincible.

Hongjun borrowed the overwhelming momentum of the Heavenly Dao to crush everyone.

Taiyi stood at the summit of the firmament, his aura blazing to the extreme.

At this moment, he was brimming with confidence. The momentum of eight Sages joining hands had already taken shape; he was no longer alone.

Nuwa stood in the center, faint rosy light of creation shrouding her body. Her expression was calm as she continued to speak lightly:

"The eight Sages each have their own Daos, each governs Qiankun, standing equal to one another."

"And if you now wish to forcibly reclaim the eight Saint positions, that is fine. But compensation—the original Hongmeng Purple Qi is not enough."

"Hongjun, not every Order is good. Let everything be left to time."

Her words were sharp and blunt, striking straight at Hongjun's Original Mind.

Yes. How could there be perfection in this world? Slaughter could destroy Order, but Order could also shackle all beings.

The auras of the Three Pure Ones merged as one, and Yuanshi said coldly:

"The Heavenly Dao and Reincarnation—who can truly explain them clearly?"

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