Taishang sensed his surroundings. There was not the slightest trace left of Yuanshi or Tongtian.
His eyes nearly split with rage. He simply could not believe it.
Yuanshi and Tongtian... had actually fallen?
At that moment, Hong Yuan, gripping the divine axe, slowly walked up to Taishang.
A smile touched his lips, and a trace of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.
"Not bad, Taishang. I never expected you to survive!"
"Second Uncle..."
Taishang's voice was hoarse as he spoke with difficulty. "Yuanshi and Tongtian?"
Although Taishang knew that existences such as themselves, who had become saints,
had long since entrusted their Dao Fruits to the Primordial Wilderness.
Even if they fell, the Primordial Wilderness would revive them.
But the issue was that Hong Yuan before him was the true master of the Primordial Wilderness.
Without Hong Yuan's consent, the Primordial Wilderness naturally would not go through the trouble of reviving them.
Thus, even though Taishang knew there was a ninety-nine percent chance that Yuanshi, Tongtian, and even Zhen Yuanzi would not truly die,
he was still somewhat panicked.
Hong Yuan did not answer Taishang directly. He merely looked at the grievously wounded Taishang, who was on the verge of death.
He fell into thought.
He was considering whether he should simply give Taishang release.
That was the only comfort he, as his Second Uncle, could offer Taishang!
But remembering that he had said he would no longer act if Taishang and the others endured this move left him in a dilemma.
After a long silence, Hong Yuan ultimately sighed.
Forget it. He still cared about his reputation.
Hong Yuan then glanced at the divine axe in his hand and casually tossed it into the void.
He turned and left.
But before he had taken more than a few steps,
the