Zhou Ming Returns, Hongjun Succeeds!

Within the Primordial World.

Five figures stepped out from a torn rift in the void.

Luohu, Hongjun, Fate, Karma, and Yang Mei, who walked at the very front.

Yang Mei turned his head to look at Hongjun.

"How is this Heavenly Dao authority to be condensed?"

"Do you need the few of us to lend a hand?"

Hongjun shook his head slightly, neither sorrow nor joy on his lean, refined face.

"There is no need to trouble you all."

"My Primordial Spirit was once united with the Heavenly Dao. Over countless eons, it has long since left behind an indelible brand."

"I need only use my Primordial Spirit to communicate with the Primordial World, and I can gather these scattered authorities anew and add them to myself."

Luohu gave a cold snort.

At the side, Luohu gave a cold snort, impatience written all over his face.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

"Hurry up and start. Don't waste time here."

"Zhou Ming could come back at any moment. That brat is Hunyuan Infinite now. If we're one step late, we'll all have to answer for it here."

Hongjun nodded and said no more. He turned and looked toward the center of the Primordial Continent.

"To Buzhou Mountain."

"It was formed from Pangu's Spine, and it is also the pillar of the Primordial World, the absolute center where fortune and laws converge."

"Communicating with heaven and earth there will be the fastest, and the authority drawn in will also be the most complete."

Yang Mei had no objection. With a flicker of his figure, he had already vanished from where he stood.

The other four followed closely behind, turning into streaks of light as they sped toward Buzhou Mountain.

At the summit of Buzhou Mountain.

Hongjun looked around, then sat cross-legged.