The void lay barren, the chaos dead and silent.
After a long, long time,
the axe-light finally faded.
The Heavenly Dao Power within Hongjun was spent. He looked at the crack in his hand.
He felt both relieved and furious.
"Inner Demon?!!!"
Hongjun was truly enraged.
Not only because the other party had disrupted him, forcing him to suffer the Heavenly Dao's backlash, but more because they had exposed his Inner Demon.
He was the Dao Ancestor, and had integrated with the Primordial Wilderness.
He had already reached the other shore!
How could he have an Inner Demon?
Even Pangu was dead, yet he was still alive!
Furious, Hongjun spent a long time calming himself in the chaos before finally returning to where Zixiao Palace had once stood.
Under the power of the Heavenly Dao, Zixiao Palace slowly re-formed.
One after another, the Gods returned, coughing up blood and bracing themselves.
They dared not stay away, afraid the Dao Ancestor would hold a grudge. Even though they had been controlled, if the Dao Ancestor remembered them, they would eventually meet certain death.
Hongjun's earlier display had stunned them. He had wielded three thousand Innate Spiritual Treasures, and even all of them together had been completely unable to do anything to him.
So even as they watched one dimmed Innate Spiritual Treasure after another fly into Zixiao Palace, they no longer dared feel the slightest envy.
At least, not where anyone could see.
Seeing the Gods' expressions, Hongjun felt somewhat relieved. He knew this time had not been without its benefits.
He had managed to cow the Gods.
The price, however, had been enormous. He would now fall into a deep slumber. He had borrowed too much power from the Heavenly Dao, and the repeated mishaps had left the Immortal Dao