Nuwa and the others turned their gazes toward Ancestor Hongjun. Was he hiding something from them?
Could this be Luo Qing's scheme to sow discord?
Luo Qing paid no attention to the exchange of glances between Nuwa and the others.
He continued explaining.
"Back then, Fellow Hongjun was just like me now. He also wanted to Merge with the Dao of Heaven. I believe all of you know about this.
"Although Fellow Hongjun and I had different motives for choosing to Merge with the Dao, there was also one major reason we shared."
Laozi, Nuwa, and the others grew even more solemn. They were not unfamiliar with this matter.
If Luo Qing had not emerged out of nowhere and cut off Ancestor Hongjun's path to Merge with the Dao,
they would all now be struggling to survive under Ancestor Hongjun's rule.
From that perspective, Luo Qing had shown them some kindness.
At this point, stopping Luo Qing from revealing the truth was no longer realistic.
Ancestor Hongjun had also come to terms with it. He looked ready to give up and let the broken jar shatter completely.
He directly picked up where Luo Qing had left off and revealed the truth.
"There was no other reason. It was because Ancestor God Pangu did not die. A Dao Fruit of his remains in an unknown spacetime.
"Ancestor God Pangu will revive in the Primordial World one day in the future."
Ancestor Hongjun's solemn words were like a massive bomb, crashing into the ears of every Sage present who had been unaware of the truth.
It was not only Laozi and Nuwa's group—even Xihua, Long Ling, and the others were stunned by the news.
Ancestor God Pangu slew the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods, opened up the Primordial World, and ultimately died