However, as Heavenly Dao Saints, Mituo and Bodhi could naturally glimpse more of Tian Ji than ordinary beings.
After seeing Tian Ji of Hongjun's fall amid the rain of blood that filled the sky, Mituo and Bodhi were on the verge of collapse.
At that moment, it was as if their faith had completely crumbled.
Mituo and Bodhi seemed to have been drained of all their Essence, Qi, and Spirit, listless as frostbitten eggplants.
The being they regarded as their faith had actually fallen!
And if even their teacher, Saint Hongjun, could fall—
How were the two of them, who had borrowed their way to sainthood, supposed to survive in the Primordial Wilderness from now on?
How could they achieve Western Prosperity?
For a moment, confusion appeared in Mituo and Bodhi's eyes.
"Old Thief Hongjun is dead?!"
In the Demon Realm, Di Jun suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing through them.
After being confined to the Demon Realm by the Heavenly Dao, Di Jun had stopped paying attention to matters in the Primordial Wilderness.
Instead, he focused his energy on himself and began cultivating wholeheartedly.
Only after sensing Tian Ji of Hongjun's fall did Di Jun end his cultivation.
Compared to the grief-stricken expressions of Mituo and Bodhi, Di Jun's expression was the complete opposite.
Not only was there not the slightest trace of sorrow on his face, he was instead incomparably delighted.
It was joy that came from the bottom of his heart.
Moreover, Di Jun had said that Old Thief Hongjun was dead.
He had directly called Hongjun by name, addressed him as an old thief, and even used the word "dead," which did not suit Hongjun's status.
The reason for all this was naturally because Di Jun had long harbored boundless hatred toward Hongjun.
Now