Reclaiming Hunyuan Saints' True Spirits-Had the Dao Ancestor Taken Control of the Primordial Wilderness? The Dao Ancestor's Confidence!
"Qingyuan?"
Hongjun's voice echoed through Chaos, carrying a trace of probing.
That probing was faint, as faint as a needle falling onto water.
Yet that needle pierced his own Dao Heart, leaving a hole he himself was unwilling to acknowledge.
"Qingyuan!"
His voice suddenly rose into a hysterical roar.
The roar exploded through Chaos, transforming into rings of gray airwaves that spread in every direction.
His face was filled with hatred.
That hatred twisted his features, turning the face that had remained indifferent for countless Yuan Huis into something savage and terrifying.
The killing intent in his eyes was so dense it nearly took substance. Like two black blades extending from his pupils, it carved two deep rifts through Chaos.
He did not understand.
He could not make sense of it.
He had already killed Qingyuan's Personal Disciples before his very eyes.
He had nailed down six great disciples.
He had exterminated the Witch Clan's four Saints.
He had erased Haotian.
He had slaughtered the Dragon Clan.
He had severed Zhen Yuanzi's Saint Position.
He had imprisoned Wang Shu.
He had erased Yun Zhongzi, Wuzhiqi, Yuan Hong, Six-Eared Macaque, Golden-Winged Great Peng, Kong Xuan, Northern Darkness, Liu Yuan...
Eight lives.
Eight True Spirits.
Eight beings who had completely vanished from the Primordial Wilderness.
Every one of them had countless ties to Qingyuan.
Yun Zhongzi was his eldest disciple, who had followed him for countless Yuan Huis.
Wuzhiqi was the water ape he had pulled from the Huai River and personally taught the Great Dao!
Yuan Hong was the White Ape he had taken in from Plum Mountain, who had shielded him from three Heavenly Calamities.
Six-Eared Macaque was someone he had personally raised from obscurity. Back then, he had merely been a destitute wild monkey... Every one of these disciples