Above Penglai Island, the Demon Race's creatures were celebrating.
Hong Jun, however, knitted his brows.
Hao Tian's words had left him astonished time and again.
"What? Li Mo can now defeat Zhu Rong all by himself?"
"Yuanshi's Good Corpse was directly killed by a Primordial Great Luo Golden Immortal?"
"This... What exactly is going on?"
His expression darkened, and he fell silent.
Ever since Li Mo had appeared, Hong Jun had been unable to divine anything about him.
And this unfamiliar Saint had been just as unexpected.
The great tribulation was imminent, and the heavenly secrets were shrouded in Chaos.
Even Hong Jun could not see what would happen in the midst of this maelstrom.
"No, I can't put off Unification with the Dao any longer. Though the fortune of the Primordial World is in my hands, it's still not enough. But if I delay Unification with the Dao any further, I'll see even less. The most pressing matter is to begin Unification with the Dao. Once it's done, my insight into the Primordial World will grow stronger. Even Chaos shrouding the heavenly secrets won't be able to conceal too much."
Originally, Hong Jun had wanted the Witch Clan and the Demon Race to fight repeatedly, steadily weakening the fortune of both clans.
The fortune of the Primordial World would return to heaven and earth, allowing him to increase his cultivation faster.
After several battles, the Witch Clan's fortune had indeed weakened somewhat.
The Demon Race had also lost some fortune, but not much.
It was still far from what he needed.
Now, he had no choice but to resort to the next-best option: merging with the Heavenly Dao.
Merging with the Heavenly Dao carried great risks—he could be assimilated by it.
But now, he increasingly felt that his control