Hongjun's Backlash! Heavenly Dao Showdown!

Several thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

The stone door of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall's secret chamber slowly opened from within, and Haotian appeared in the doorway.

After several thousand years of meditative healing, his injuries had fully recovered.

Yaochi had long been waiting outside. Seeing him emerge, a relieved smile appeared on her face.

"Senior Brother, have your injuries healed?"

Haotian nodded slightly.

"They have recovered."

"Let's go to Purple Heaven Palace."

Yaochi asked no further questions and merely nodded silently.

She knew that only the Dao Ancestor could resolve the knot in her Senior Brother's heart.

Or rather, only by receiving a definite answer from the Dao Ancestor could he truly emerge from the shadow of this defeat.

Their figures turned into two streaks of light and silently left the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, flying directly toward the endless Chaos beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Within Chaos lay the same eternal stillness and void.

Earth, fire, water, and wind raged violently, while spatial-temporal currents ran rampant.

Yet none of this posed any obstacle to two Great Powers at the peak of the Quasi-Sage realm.

Following the path they remembered, they traveled through the gray Chaos currents for a long time.

At last, they stopped.

According to their memories, the ancient Purple Heaven Palace should have been floating in this region.

Yet before them, apart from the ceaselessly surging Chaos Qi, there was nothing at all.

There was nothing here.

There was no ancient, weathered palace naturally imbued with Dao Rhyme, nor was there the heavy palace gate that had shut out countless Great Powers.

There was only emptiness, only endlessly churning Chaos.

Purple Heaven Palace had disappeared.

Haotian and Yaochi exchanged a glance, each seeing astonishment and confusion on the other's face.

Had they remembered incorrectly?

Impossible.