Tongtian: It Hurt! It Hurt So Much! Steal Ginseng Fruit from Five Villages Temple?

Heavenly Prison.

Tongtian slumped on the ground, his hands clenched tightly into fists. His fingertips cut into his palms, blood dripping down, yet he could not feel even the slightest pain. That was because all his suffering stemmed from losing the Hongmeng Purple Energy.

As one of the orthodox Three Pure Ones, he should have become Dao Ancestor Hongjun's disciple, received a strand of Hongmeng Purple Energy, and ultimately established the Sect of Interception to Attain Sagehood.

It could be said that much of the fortune that had made him the center of attention and allowed him to suppress countless ages came from this strand of Hongmeng Purple Energy. It was the foundation of his confidence.

Now, Tongtian's suspended heart had finally died.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun had bestowed the Hongmeng Purple Energy upon Yaochi. This meant that even if Tongtian escaped this sea of suffering, he would never regain the cultivation of a Heavenly Dao Sage.

Having once reached the summit, how could he care about the scenery halfway up the mountain?

It hurt too much!

"Stop struggling. You can never become a Heavenly Dao Sage again. Do you truly intend to die in despair without allowing your legacy to flourish?"

Wuzhiqi looked at Tongtian and spoke disdainfully.

The Human Dao had awakened, and the Primordial World had undergone ultimate sublimation.

This was good news for All Living Beings, but Wuzhiqi could not feel any joy. He was a man doomed to die. Unless he could make Tongtian hand over his legacy and demonstrate his own value, only death awaited him.

Tongtian was Wuzhiqi's lifeline. He truly wanted to live.

His bones would be crushed to dust, his body and soul obliterated.

Even if he could reincarnate, he might never cultivate back to his former realm or recover his past