Hongjun: After feigning death for countless Eons, I waited for this moment of your hubris!

Deep within the chaos, Purple Firmament Palace.

Time had lost all meaning here.

That silent war had already gone on for no one knew how long.

Hongjun's Dao Body grew ever dimmer, almost reduced to an illusory shadow that the Wind of Chaos might scatter at any moment.

The Law Chains interwoven and coiled around him, however, were more solid than ever before.

Each one emanated a grim, cold, supreme aura, pinning him firmly to death atop the high platform.

This struggle seemed to have reached its end.

Hongjun's aura had weakened to the extreme, as if he would vanish completely in the next breath and return to nothingness.

Just then, that vast will enveloping the entire Purple Firmament Palace finally produced a ripple.

A lofty, condescending overlook that belonged to the victor.

"Hongjun, why bother struggling any longer?"

Hongjun kept his eyes tightly shut and paid it no heed.

All the remaining power in his body was being used to replenish the shield's consumption.

The Heavenly Dao Will echoed within Hongjun's Primordial Spirit, carrying a trace of smugness so faint it was almost imperceptible.

A superior who controlled everything, watching prey struggle futilely in a trap, would always give rise to such emotion when the prey was about to breathe its last.

"I said before, every calculation of yours was clear as day to me."

"Every step—I knew it all by heart."

"You thought you were laying out a scheme, but in truth, from beginning to end, you were in the palm of my hand."

"You plotted for countless Eons, wishing to merge your body with the Dao, then turn around and devour me, stealing the authority of the entire Primordial Wilderness."

"This cunning, this boldness—indeed, since the splitting of heaven and earth, it was one of a kind."