Facing their gazes, Hong Yun gave a bitter smile.
So what if he knew?
Could he really attack Hongjun? That would not be courage—it would be stupidity, even courting death.
But there was an upside. Now that he knew the truth about this False Hongmeng Purple Qi and understood why he had been targeted, Hong Yun would not simply sit and wait for death.
Even if he could not do anything to Hongjun, breaking the deadlock was still a crucial step.
With that thought, Hong Yun raised his head and looked at the Three Pure Ones. "Three Daoist brothers, I am willing to exchange this Hongmeng Purple Qi for your protection during this Tribulation. Would the three of you be willing?"
In Hong Yun's view, as long as he survived the Tribulation,
even if Hongjun wanted to kill him, it would no longer be so easy, nor would it be particularly dangerous.
After all, outside the scope of the Tribulation, the rules of heaven and earth were clear. Many things could not be violated. For example, Hongjun, who had already merged with the Dao, could not interfere too deeply in many matters.
As for his other enemies,
if any remained after the Tribulation ended, they would not dare attack him openly.
Conversely, if it was during the Tribulation, such a possibility was quite high. By then, there might even be more people coveting him.
Most importantly, while False Hongmeng Purple Qi could not help one attain Dao and become a Saint, its value was beyond question. To ordinary cultivators, it was practically a minor cheat.
As long as one possessed this False Hongmeng Purple Qi, one could rapidly improve one's realm, cultivation, comprehension, and most importantly, one's innate understanding.
This was enormously valuable to any cultivator, but it was basically