The Choices of All

Zhou Ming's heart suddenly sank.

This was absolutely no coincidence.

The Heavenly Dao had only just died, and the two Daos had backlash at the same time. This was clearly a heaven-shaking conspiracy long in the making.

Who had such sweeping reach that they could infiltrate both the Humanity Dao and the Earthly Dao at the same time, and even seize control of the Daos without Pingxin and Wu noticing a thing?

The answer was almost on the verge of his lips.

Hongjun.

Only he could possibly have done all this.

He forcibly pressed down the turmoil in his heart and kept his emotions absolutely calm.

The more it was a time like this, the less he could afford to fall into disorder.

He placed Wu's Primordial Spirit into Pangu Hall to nurture it, then turned to look at Houtu.

"Sister Houtu, keep leading the way. We'll find Pingxin Sister first."

Houtu nodded, gathered her mind, and continued guiding them from the front.

Everyone followed behind in silence. A heavy boulder seemed to have been pressed onto each of their hearts.

They had not gone far.

Up ahead, within the Chaos, several figures appeared once more.

The auras of those figures were likewise withered to the extreme. They were supporting one another as they hurried this way.

"It's fellow cultivator Zhen Yuanzi!"

"And Tongtian, Wangshu, West Queen Mother..."

Di Jiang recognized the newcomers.

The moment the two sides met, everyone fell silent as they looked at one another's wretched state.

On Zhen Yuanzi's face, which had always been as calm as drifting clouds and light wind, grief and exhaustion were now written all over. He glanced at Zhou Ming and the others, his lips moved, and in the end it turned into a long sigh.

"Fellow cultivator Zhou Ming..."

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