The Saints Fall, Chaos Crumbles, the Primordial Wilderness Collapses, and Hongjun Offers Threats and Temptations!

Within Chaos.

The real battle was only just beginning!!

Laozi's Dao Fruit burned. Venerable Yuanshi's Dao Foundation burned. Sect Master Tongtian's Dao Heart burned. Jieyin's Golden Lotus burned. Zhunti's Buddhist light burned. Nuwa's Red Embroidered Ball burned!

Each of them poured a lifetime of cultivation into this battle.

They knew they could not win.

They knew they would die, knew they could change nothing.

Still, they fought.

Even if that choice meant death, utter dissolution, annihilation without even a True Spirit left behind.

The Hunyuan Saints charged in from farther away.

Ying Zhao spread his wings, golden feathers blazing in Chaos.

Baize let out one final roar. It was in the language of the Primordial Wilderness of Ancient Times, and every syllable called upon the oldest powers between heaven and earth.

Lu Wu's tiger claws tore through Chaos, each swipe carrying the power to rend heaven and earth.

Fei Lian's wind bag swelled with one last gale, laden with the dust of countless ages.

The Queen Mother of the West, Minghe...

The four Demon Saints charged shoulder to shoulder at the very front, golden flames burning around them: the light of their burning essence.

The Four Directional Gods followed close behind.

They all knew what they were doing.

They all knew they would die.

They all knew Hongjun saw them as shields, disposable pawns, expendable tools.

Still, they charged.

Because this was the first time they had fought for someone else.

The first time they had fought to repay a kindness.

The first time they had fought of their own free will.

They burned not only their essence, but also the last dignity they held as living beings—dignity suppressed for countless Yuan Hui on Hongjun's chessboard, never once truly set free!!

Kunpeng did not charge.

He cowered at the back,