I Didn't Find the Purple Firmament Palace

When Hongyun heard Zhou Ming's casual words, his heart gave a violent jolt.

He looked at Zhou Ming's calm face and could not help pressing him.

"Daoist Friend, what do you mean by that?"

His Dao integration had not gone smoothly?

The weight of those four words was simply too heavy.

Who was Hongjun?

The Dao Ancestor of the Primordial World, the head of the Mystic Gate, an existence who had schemed against the entire Primordial World. Joining his body with the Heavenly Dao should have been a matter of course, water flowing into a channel.

How could the path of Dao integration be anything but smooth for such a figure?

Zhou Ming looked at Hongyun's uncertain, startled expression and smiled faintly.

"Daoist Friend should know where the Method of Shattering the Three Corpses that I gave you all back then came from, yes?"

Hongyun nodded and said in a grave voice.

"Naturally, I know this. Daoist Friend once said that the Cultivation Method was given to you by Hongjun."

"But... what does that have to do with whether his Dao integration went smoothly or not?"

Zhou Ming had indeed mentioned this matter back then.

And precisely because of that, Hongyun had not been too surprised that Hongjun had given the Cultivation Method to Haotian.

As he saw it, perhaps Hongjun needed to increase the Heavenly Court's strength for some scheme, and so he had passed down the Cultivation Method.

But he had never imagined that behind this, Hongjun's Dao integration would actually be involved.

Zhou Ming picked up the teacup before him and took a light sip.

"That is because Hongjun came to find me back then and made a deal with me."

Zhou Ming put down the teacup and slowly recounted how Hongjun's Divine Sense had come to