At the very same moment Pingxin and Luohu were leading the peak mighty figures of their respective camps into a world-shaking duel in the endless chaos...
In another region of chaos, farther away and even more deathly still.
Zhou Ming led the twelve Ancestral Witches through layer after layer of raging chaotic turbulence, then stopped before an ancient palace.
Zixiao Palace.
At the palace gates, a figure had long been waiting there.
He wore a plain Daoist robe, his face thin and refined—it was precisely Hongjun's appearance.
Only the aura emanating from him had become utterly different.
It was no longer that previous complex qi dynamic, deeply hidden and entangled with the Heavenly Dao, but a flawless, perfectly integrated, supreme, coldly indifferent will.
As if he himself were the ultimate end of this chaos, the final destination of all things.
He was no longer unfathomable like Hongjun; instead, he had transformed into an absolute, cold indifference that stood above all things.
As if this chaos, this heaven and earth, were nothing more than a speck of dust beneath his will.
"Hongjun?" Zhurong frowned, and even the flames around him drew back somewhat. "No... you're not him!"
"You're the Heavenly Dao!" The Space Law around Dijiang trembled faintly as he stared fixedly at that figure.
Zhou Ming's gaze fell on the other party, very calm.
"You really did devour him."
"Correct." The Heavenly Dao stood with hands clasped behind his back, looking down on everyone from on high.
"Now, I have become thoroughly complete."
He spread his arms, feeling this brand-new, incomparably powerful Chaos Demon God Dao Body, and a hint of almost intoxicated satisfaction appeared on his face.
"This Dao Body is even more useful than I anticipated."
"The shell of a Chaos Demon God truly lives up to its