The moment the words fell, the Heavenly Dao struck again.
This time, it was no longer the same destructive attack as before, intent on grinding everything away completely.
Endless Law Chains emerged from the void and danced wildly, yet they carried an eerie sense of "measure."
Their target was no longer to tear Hongjun's Dao body and Primordial Spirit to pieces, but to close in from every direction like a Heavenly Net, meant to suppress him, meant to capture him alive.
What the Heavenly Dao wanted was not a dead Hongjun, but a complete Chaos Demon God body capable of bearing Its perfected will.
If it was destroyed, there would be no meaning.
Hongjun sensed the shift in the other party's intent at the first moment.
Humiliation.
A sense of humiliation unlike anything before surged uncontrollably from the deepest part of his Primordial Spirit.
He, Hongjun, an ancient existence born from chaos, who had survived Pangu's heaven-opening great calamity, who had plotted through ten thousand ages in the Primordial Wilderness, the Dao Ancestor who had schemed against heaven and earth.
In the end, he was actually nothing more than a "skin" someone else had taken a fancy to?
"Don't even think about it!"
A furious roar.
Hongjun forcibly drove his Primordial Spirit, and the Jade Disc of Creation in his hand, its radiance already dim, once again erupted with brilliant clear light.
He poured all his remaining strength into it without holding anything back, resisting with all his might the net of laws that came blotting out heaven and earth.
Boom!
The protective clear light and the Law Chains collided with a crash, bursting out in dazzling brilliance.
Zixiao Palace shook violently, and the Chaos Qi for hundreds of millions of miles around was stirred by this force, forming one