The Nameless Daoist drew his sword. Hongjun's form began to crumble from the edges, like ashes scattered by the wind.
Not even dregs remained.
Yet the Six Saints did not stop, taking every precaution.
Laozi struck first, using the Taiji Diagram to lock onto the Causal Threads above the river of time, pulling out and severing every thread connected to Hongjun.
Yuanshi followed, the Pangu Banner grinding over every lingering trace.
Tongtian drew his sword, Zhunti raised his pestle, while Jieyin and Nuwa inspected the area.
The six worked in seamless coordination, wiping out everything even remotely connected to those two characters.
Making certain Hongjun would never have another chance to appear in the future.
When Tongtian finally withdrew his hand, he was still a little dazed.
They had won just like that?
Yuanshi recalled the Pangu Banner and raised a hand to brush nonexistent dust from his sleeve. The usual restraint in his cold expression finally softened somewhat.
Tongtian pounced toward Su Miao in wild delight. Before she could react, he scooped her entire body up and lifted her over his head, holding her as he spun in circles, brimming with the excitement of a young general after winning a great battle.
Dizzy from the spinning, Su Miao reached out and patted his shoulder.
"Master... put me down..."
Tongtian pretended not to hear. He simply kept spinning and laughing, whirling away the long-suppressed frustration in his heart.
Laozi stood to one side with a faint smile. Zhunti and Jieyin exchanged glances, each seeing the other's relief. Nuwa watched the laughing pair, and the corner of her mouth curved into a gentle arc as well.
"Miao Heng! You're incredible!"
Tongtian's voice was deafeningly loud.
Spun until she was utterly disoriented, Su Miao felt like a leafy vegetable that had been