At the exact moment Pingxin and Luohu led the top Great Powers of their respective factions into an earth-shaking battle in the endless Chaos.
In another, even more distant and desolate region of Chaos.
Zhou Ming led the Twelve Ancestral Witches through layer upon layer of raging Chaos Turbulence before stopping before an ancient palace.
Purple Firmament Palace.
A figure had already been waiting at the palace entrance.
He wore a plain Daoist robe and had a thin, refined face. He looked exactly like Hongjun.
However, the aura emanating from him was now entirely different.
It was no longer the complex aura that had previously remained hidden while entangled with the Heavenly Dao. Instead, it was a flawless, supreme, cold, and indifferent will.
It was as if he himself were the ultimate end of this Chaos, the destination of all things.
He was no longer as unfathomable as Hongjun. Instead, he had transformed into an absolute, cold indifference that stood above all things.
It was as if this Chaos and this world were nothing more than specks of dust beneath his will.
"Hongjun?" Zhu Rong frowned, and the flames around his body receded slightly. "No... You're not him!"
"You're the Heavenly Dao!" The Space Law around Di Jiang trembled faintly as he stared fixedly at the figure.
Zhou Ming's gaze fell upon him, calm and composed.
"You really did Devour him."
"That's right." The Heavenly Dao stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at everyone from above.
"Now, I have achieved complete perfection."
He spread his arms and felt this brand-new, incomparably powerful Chaos Demon God Dao Body. A trace of near-intoxicated satisfaction appeared on his face.
"This Dao Body is even more useful than I expected."
"The shell of a Chaos Demon God truly lives up to