"Fellow Daoists, rest here for now. Once the battle is over, Lord will have arrangements for you." After Dream Spirit waved her hand and manifested a secluded bamboo grove within the Virtual God Realm, she turned and disappeared.
This left Jieyin and Zhunti staring at each other, their hearts filled with complicated emotions, yet they did not dare say anything more.
This was Dream Spirit's territory. Even transmitting their voices would likely be difficult to hide from her detection.
After exchanging a glance, they silently closed their eyes and simply began slowly regulating their breathing.
Within the Inner Chaos, the battle between Rahu and Hongjun had entered its fiercest stage.
Back then, Hongjun had ruined his plans, causing him to lose the battle. Then Styx had tricked him and dragged him into the Investiture of the Gods, where he had served in the Heavenly Court for so many years.
Naturally, he did not dare to provoke Styx or Zi Wei. Otherwise, even though he was now a peak Primordial Chaos Golden Immortal, his fate would certainly not be pleasant.
So what better target was there for all his pent-up hatred than Hongjun?
Rahu's gaze was icy as he stood atop the Twelve-Grade World-Ending Black Lotus, the power of the Great Dao coiling around the Replica God-Slaying Spear.
Every thrust aimed directly at Hongjun's vital points. Roiling demonic flames spread along the shaft toward Hongjun, trying to annihilate his Nascent Soul outright.
At his urging, the dark radiance cascading from the Twelve-Grade World-Ending Black Lotus also repeatedly collided with and extinguished the Chaos Airflow descending from the treasure tower above Hongjun's head.
Hongjun was deep and scheming. He had risen from a primordial Earthworm to become one of the foremost Chaos Demon Gods.
Naturally, he was no pushover. The Immortal Sword