Ten Thousand Generations Become Ruins

Di Hong's gaze passed over Bengtian and landed on Lingbao Tianzun, whose aura was faint and weak.

As his words fell, the Chaos Bead floated up from Di Hong's palm, turned into a faint glimmer, and dropped into Lingbao Tianzun's hand.

"Take it and go where you should go."

Lingbao Tianzun trembled all over. He gripped the still-warm Chaos Bead, sensing within it the faint pulse of the Prehistoric World's last thread of origin, and resolve flashed through his eyes.

"Di Hong!"

Daoist Bengtian roared in fury. The power of ending held nothing back anymore, and the World-Destroying Millstone thunderously turned, grinding down toward Di Hong and Lingbao Tianzun!

The other Chaos Demon Gods also howled as they lunged over.

Di Hong did not move. He merely lifted his eyes and glanced once.

Where his gaze reached, the figures of the lunging Chaos Demon Gods froze as one.

The World-Destroying Millstone hung suspended three feet above Di Hong's head, unable to descend another hair's breadth.

"To merge one's body with the Great Dao is to become the Great Dao. Beneath the Great Dao, where could there be a fixed fate?"

"Go," Di Hong said to Lingbao Tianzun.

The reason Lingbao Tianzun had been able to survive with a grievously wounded body was entirely because Eldest Brother, Second Brother, and Fourth Brother had protected him with all their strength.

Even Tongtian Cult Master, at the critical moment, had used his own Dao body to block Daoist Bengtian's impact, repaying the karma of the past.

Lingbao Tianzun was the future of the Prehistoric World. He could not die.

He hesitated no longer. Wrapping the Chaos Bead with him, he sank into the boundless chaos and vanished.

Di Hong looked toward the demon gods and said no more.

He extended one finger and