"You're not Hongjun. You're the Deva Path!"
As Duke's words fell, everyone in Zixiao Palace changed expression. With a raised hand from Hongjun, time froze in place. Only then did he respectfully say, "Fellow Daoist is correct. This humble Daoist is the Deva Path. I originally thought Fellow Daoist was not from this world and possessed the fortune to transcend it. Only now do I realize I was mistaken—Fellow Daoist has already transcended it. This humble Daoist has an unreasonable request and hopes for Fellow Daoist's compassion!"
Duke smiled as he looked at Heavenly Dao Hongjun. "You want an upgrade?"
"Indeed!"
Duke nodded and tapped a finger against Heavenly Dao Hongjun's forehead, granting him an opportunity to upgrade: scattered memories from Azure Robe Duke of the Unknown Space.
Having received those memories, Heavenly Dao Hongjun closed his eyes and began to comprehend them. Countless possibilities flashed through his mind one after another, and his face immediately flushed with excitement. When he opened his eyes, he gave Duke a deep bow.
"Fellow Daoist has bestowed upon me a tremendous opportunity. This humble Daoist has no way to repay you. At this moment, my heart surges with excitement, and I only wish to verify it for myself. Please forgive my poor hospitality. Fellow Daoist, please make yourself at home. Even if you wreck the Three Thousand Worlds, it would not matter. This humble Daoist must go... according to Fellow Daoist's words, this humble Daoist's system needs upgrading." After speaking, Heavenly Dao Hongjun bowed three more times in succession.
Duke did not stop him and calmly accepted the three bows. Pointing at Houtu, who sat cross-legged in the corner, he said, "She didn't laugh at me just now. She deserves a great opportunity. In this life, the Witch Clan may have one Saint!"