He Had Some Conscience After All

At this moment, Hong Yuan said nothing more.

He merely raised a hand.

With a gentle tap of his fingertip,

in an instant, countless showers of spiritual rain born from Hong Yuan's origin descended from the heavens.

The raindrops were crystal clear. Every drop contained the essence of the Three Thousand Great Daos, and every drop condensed the power of Hong Yuan's origin.

They were like sweet dew, like celestial nectar, like the first spring rain at the dawn of heaven and earth.

They fell upon this last remaining region.

They fell upon every survivor.

The saints raised their heads and let the raindrops land upon their faces.

Their bone-deep wounds healed at a visible rate.

Not only their wounds, but even their damaged Dao Foundations, origins, and innate roots steadily recovered beneath this sweet rain.

Having done this, Hong Yuan did not linger.

With a thought, he returned to his own Hong Yuan Hall.

Although Hong Yuan Hall remained as tranquil as ever, and the beings dwelling within it had not perished,

Hong Yuan knew this was only temporary.

If his elder brother lost,

this peace would sooner or later vanish into smoke.

He returned to the depths of Hong Yuan Hall and pondered for a moment.

Then, with a thud, he dropped to his knees.

He raised his head and looked up at the void above, where endless Dao Rhyme had gathered.

With difficulty, he forced a smile.

"Father, look. The Primordial Wilderness is facing a great calamity now, and only Eldest Brother remains outside, fighting alone. Your son is truly worried."

"After all, you know that although Eldest Brother is powerful, the one walking outside is merely a Dao body. I fear Eldest Brother may not be able to prevail..."

"If Eldest Brother loses, then our Primordial