Hongjun: Playing Dead for Countless Kalpas, Just Waiting for This Moment of Your Arrogance!

In the depths of chaos, Zixiao Palace.

Time had lost all meaning here.

That silent war had gone on for no one knew how long.

Hongjun's Dao body grew dimmer and dimmer, almost turning into a phantom that could be scattered by the chaotic winds at any moment.

Yet the chains of law intertwined around him were more solid than ever before.

Each one radiated an eerie, indifferent, supreme aura, pinning him firmly to the high platform.

This struggle seemed to have reached its end.

Hongjun's aura had withered to the extreme, as if it would completely dissipate in the next breath and return to nothingness.

Just then, that vast will enveloping the entire Zixiao Palace finally stirred with a faint ripple.

A lofty, condescending gaze that belonged to the victor.

"Hongjun, why keep struggling?"

Hongjun kept his eyes tightly shut and paid it no heed.

All the power remaining in his body was used to replenish the shield's consumption.

The Heavenly Dao Will echoed through Hongjun's Primordial Spirit, carrying a trace of pride almost too faint to detect.

A superior being who controlled everything, watching prey struggle futilely in a trap and about to breathe its last, would always give rise to this sort of feeling.

I told you, all your schemes are perfectly clear to me.

Every step lies plainly within my grasp.

You think you are laying out a game, but in truth, from beginning to end, you have been in the palm of my hand.

"You plotted for countless Kalpas, wanting to Unify with Dao with your own body, then turn around and devour me, stealing the authority of the entire Primordial Wilderness.

"Such cunning, such courage, is truly unique since World Creation."

"Unfortunately, in the end, you were one move short."

"No, not one move.