The madness on Hongjun's face froze.
For all the years he had been in Dao Integration, this was the voice he heard day and night at his ear—the clear voice of a youth, sometimes muttering with a touch of impatience, sometimes putting on a stern face and pretending to be imposing.
He had heard Heavenly Dao get angry, heard Heavenly Dao grow smug, heard Heavenly Dao call Su Miao "Little Ancestor" in a spoiled, coquettish tone—but he had never heard Heavenly Dao speak in this tone.
No matter how much Heavenly Dao went against him, at their core, they were bound together.
When he was strong, Heavenly Dao was strong. When he was weak, Heavenly Dao was weak. They were grasshoppers tied to the same rope.
He had always believed that.
So he waited for Heavenly Dao's next words, waited for that sentence: "I was joking with you."
But Heavenly Dao was not joking.
The next moment, the Rule Power of the entire Prehistoric World boiled over at once, and within the sea of rules, the karmic chains between Hongjun and Heavenly Dao emerged.
Yet this time, the karmic chains did not seal Hongjun as the Rule Chains that had once bound and suppressed him did.
Instead, they began tearing in the opposite direction. They had once displayed the intimate bond between Heavenly Dao and Hongjun, but now they became knives flaying the skin from Heavenly Dao's body.
Hongjun's first instinct was to struggle.
His three-fingered hooked claw seized one of the chains and yanked outward, but it would not move.
Heavenly Dao had put all its strength into the chains—the kind of strength that meant to tear itself apart along with him.
"Are you insane?!"
Hongjun could feel his divine soul being pulled bit by bit from the sea