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Luohu paused, then changed tack, his words becoming even more laden with meaning.

"Daoist Friend, among these people, who do you think is most likely to obtain the opportunity to attain the Dao in the Primordial Wilderness?"

"It is not This Seat, nor is it you."

"It is Hongjun."

"If we speak of control over the Primordial Wilderness, of entanglement with the fortune of this world, among the five of us, who can compare to Hongjun?"

"He has operated here for countless Eons, and long since planted his foundation deep into every inch of this world."

"In this opportunity to attain the Dao, he occupies the greatest advantage of terrain."

Yang Mei fell silent. Luohu was not wrong.

Hongjun had taken root in the Primordial Wilderness for countless Eons.

The one who joined with the Heavenly Dao, the Dao Ancestor.

Every law of the Primordial Wilderness, every strand of fortune, was etched into his heart.

Even if the Heavenly Dao was dead now, his connection to this world was still the deepest of anyone's.

Yang Mei was a latecomer.

Luohu was also a latecomer.

Hongjun was the master.

Yang Mei did not speak.

But his silence itself was already a kind of answer.

Luohu saw it, and struck while the iron was hot.

"Daoist Friend surely does not wish to toil all the way back from the chaos, only to end up making a wedding dress for Hongjun, do you?"

"As long as Daoist Friend cooperates with me, we will eliminate Hongjun first."

"When the time comes, you and I can have a fair battle and decide the final victor."

"At that time, even if I, Luohu, am defeated and perish at Daoist Friend's hands, I will have no complaints. I will only blame myself for being less skilled, and