Deep within Chaos, Zixiao Palace.
Endless chains of law interwove into a vast, airtight net, radiating an icy, indifferent, supreme will.
Hongjun sat cross-legged at the center of that vast net.
Under the scouring of infinite laws, his Dao body had taken on a semi-transparent, flickering state.
Even though he was currently engaged in the most perilous struggle of his life with the Heavenly Dao, he still sensed the earth-shaking changes taking place throughout the Primordial Wilderness.
Five Sages had severed their Saint positions at the same time.
This scene was within his expectations.
In fact, this was exactly what he had been glad to see, a crucial chess piece in his long-laid scheme, waiting to fall into place.
He had thought that even if the Heavenly Dao, in order to deal with him with all its strength, had no spare power to send down punishment, it would surely take back those five strands of Hongmeng Purple Qi and merge them into itself again, using them to make up for the enormous consumption caused by its struggle with him.
After all, with all six Heavenly Dao Sages breaking away, this was by no means without effect on the Heavenly Dao.
Taking back the Hongmeng Purple Qi, merging it into itself, and replenishing itself was its best method.
With the five saints severing their saint positions at the same time, the Heavenly Dao was bound to reclaim those five strands of Hongmeng Purple Qi.
And after reclaiming them?
The most reasonable course of action would be to merge the Purple Qi into its own source, making up for the consumption produced by its struggle with him during this period.
If the Heavenly Dao chose to merge the Purple Qi at this critical juncture, then it would have to split off part