Inside Hua Tian Palace.
Between Luo Qing's hands was a bottomless Black Hole, swallowing the endless streams of chaotic energy surging toward him.
As the chaotic energy poured into Luo Qing's palms, three Hunyuan Zhen Ling origins gradually took shape.
With the detailed data of the Three Pure Ones as models, fabricating three substitute Zhen Ling origins suited to them was not difficult for Luo Qing.
If this had been any other Hongmeng powerhouse, truly accomplishing this would have been extremely difficult.
When everything was over, the energy passage above Hua Tian Palace closed again.
Aside from their essence, the three Zhen Ling origins in Luo Qing's hands were already identical to those within the Three Pure Ones.
Under the astonished gazes of Long Ling and Huang Ting, Luo Qing reached out and grabbed Laozi's head first.
A hazy Zhen Ling origin appeared in Luo Qing's hand.
After completing the replacement of his primordial spirit consciousness, Luo Qing injected the fabricated Zhen Ling origin into Laozi's head.
An operation to replace the Zhen Ling origins—one capable of shocking the entire Chaos—was completed with such ease.
Following the pattern.
Before long, Yuanshi and Sect Master Tongtian's Zhen Ling origins had also been replaced.
After everything was over.
Laozi, Yuanshi, and Sect Master Tongtian, the three Sages, opened their eyes again and inspected themselves with their divine senses.
Yet they found nothing abnormal.
The three remained closely connected brothers, their primordial spirits still displaying a mutual attraction.
But the instinctive consciousness influenced by Pangu had vanished without a trace.
They immediately understood that Luo Qing's spell had succeeded. To the three of them, it was truly miraculous.
Without feeling anything at all, they had had their hidden danger eliminated.
"All right, my three young friends. The hidden danger within you has been