Heavenly Dao: Hongjun, your body is quite good. It belongs to me now!

The moment the words fell, the Heavenly Dao struck again.

This time, it was no longer the kind of destructive attack from before, intent on utterly grinding everything away.

Endless Law Chains emerged from the void, dancing madly, yet carrying a strange sense of "restraint."

Their target was no longer to tear Hongjun's Dao Body and Primordial Spirit to shreds, but to close in from every direction like a Heavenly Net and Earthly Web, aiming to suppress him, aiming to capture him alive.

What the Heavenly Dao wanted was not a dead Hongjun, but a complete Chaos Demon God body capable of bearing His perfected will.

If it was destroyed, it would be meaningless.

Hongjun sensed the shift in the other party's intent at once.

Humiliation.

An unprecedented sense of humiliation surged uncontrollably from the deepest part of his Primordial Spirit.

He, Hongjun, an ancient existence born from chaos, one who had survived Pangu's Heaven-opening Great Calamity, the Dao Ancestor who had plotted for countless ages in the Primordial Wilderness and schemed against heaven and earth.

In the end, he was merely a "skin" someone else had taken a fancy to?

"Don't even think about it!"

A furious roar rang out.

Hongjun forcibly drove his Primordial Spirit, and the Jade Plate of Creation in his hand, whose radiance had already dimmed, erupted once more with brilliant clear light.

He poured every last remnant of his power into it without reservation, resisting with all his might the overwhelming net of laws sweeping toward him.

The protective clear light and the Law Chains collided with a thunderous crash, bursting with blinding brilliance.

Purple Firmament Palace shook violently, and the Chaos Qi for hundreds of millions of li around was stirred by that power, forming one enormous vortex after another.

Under that impact,