The Heavenly Dao Goes All Out!

Five streams of flowing light left Pangu Hall and paused briefly above Buzhou Mountain.

Taiqing was the first to halt his escaping light, his gaze sweeping over the other four one by one.

"Everyone."

"Since we have already turned to the Wu Clan, the last of our worries has been resolved."

"Next, do not hesitate at all."

"Return to your own places and calmly comprehend the Method of Shattering the Three Corpses. Wait quietly for the right moment."

"Once the moment arrives, we will strike at the same time."

"That is how it should be." Nuwa nodded.

Jieyin pressed his palms together.

"My Junior Brother and I will absolutely not drag you down."

Zhunti also added a sentence.

"Don't worry. We're people of the Wu Clan now. Our confidence is more than solid."

Taiqing said no more and glanced at Primordial Lord.

There was nothing especially notable in that look, yet it made Primordial Lord's expression tense for an instant.

But the meaning was already very clear—do not repeat the mistake from back then, do not look ahead and behind at the critical moment.

Primordial Lord met Taiqing's gaze and fell silent for two breaths.

"I understand."

Three words, crisp and clean.

Taiqing said nothing more. He turned and dissolved into clear qi.

The other four each changed direction as well, fleeing back to their Dao Fields.

Deep within Chaos.

Purple Firmament Palace.

Inside the hall, chains of law interwove into a vast, airtight net.

Hongjun sat cross-legged atop the high platform.

Endless chains of law interwove into an airtight cage, wrapping Hongjun's Dao body layer upon layer.

Every chain was contracting madly, trying to strip his Primordial Spirit from his Dao body, tear it apart, and then devour it completely.

The Heavenly Dao's will coldly shrouded the entire palace,