Hongjun's Trump Card, All Sentient Beings Are Cauldrons!

Hongjun gave a faint nod, which counted as a response to Yang Mei.

He turned around, his ancient, indifferent eyes falling upon the Great Powers of the Primordial Wilderness not far away, who had been suppressed by a casual move from Yang Mei and could not budge.

Di Jun, East King Duke, Taiqing, Primordial Lord Tianzun, Jieyin, Zhunti...

Every one of them had once been a peak existence who had called the wind and summoned the rain, stirring the order of the Primordial Wilderness.

Now all of them were nailed in place by Yang Mei's invisible power, unable to so much as raise a hand.

Then he slowly lifted his right hand, spread his five fingers, aimed them in the direction of the crowd, and clenched them lightly.

"I shall borrow your origins for a use."

The hearts of Di Jun, East King Duke, Taiqing, Primordial Lord Tianzun, and the others sank violently.

Buzz—

Space twisted strangely in that instant.

Everyone only felt as if, deep within their divine souls, an invisible giant hand had seized them fiercely, then yanked outward with brutal force.

"Ah—!"

Scream after scream, shrill beyond human sound, burst from their throats.

They could clearly feel the power of origin they had bitterly cultivated for countless Eons, which had long since fused with them into one inseparable whole.

It was being forcibly stripped away from his Dao Body, from his Primordial Spirit, by an irresistible power!

It was a sensation ten million times more painful than having tendons drawn and bones flayed.

It was the ultimate terror of one's very existence being erased bit by bit.

They watched helplessly as streams of light containing the cultivation of their entire lives turned into dazzling currents, uncontrollably gathering toward the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in midair.

"Hongjun... you!"