Supreme Heavenly Demon Realm

"I said, what if I admitted I was despicable and shameless? What then?"

For someone who could only rage helplessly like this, Hongjun had a way of turning the tables and teaching him a lesson.

Hongjun smiled. "What will you do about it?"

"You... You actually dare to admit it?"

Luohu looked incredulous.

Hongjun still wore that same sardonic expression. "I admit I'm despicable and shameless. What's the problem?"

"You... You admit you schemed against three fellow Daoists, making them your scapegoats? And then became the reincarnation of the last Chaos Demon God in Heaven and Earth?"

Luohu's eyes shifted as he asked.

Though he was already at the end of his rope, if he could ruin Hongjun's reputation before he went, that would count as revenge.

The Great Luo Golden Immortals watching from afar couldn't help frowning at his words.

Could Old Ancestor Hongjun really be someone who schemed against his fellow Daoists?

If you did certain things quietly, no one would say anything, and they might never even find out. But if they were made public, you could very well suffer social death.

"Luohu, why are you deliberately slandering me? Just because I'm standing here unharmed? Daoist Qiankun is still lying right here!"

Hongjun pointed at Qiankun Ancestor, who lay on the ground, barely clinging to life.

!!!

Qiankun Ancestor's eyes widened.

You're dragging me into this at a time like this? Daoist Hongjun, please, have a heart! What if Luohu comes down and finishes me off?

I only barely survived after losing my Qiankun Cauldron!

Qiankun Ancestor was close to tears. Right now, he was terrified that Luohu would come down and finish him off.

"Luohu, why don't you say Daoist Qiankun schemed against us? And if I were the one who died today while the other Daoists stood here unharmed, would you say they had schemed against me? How ridiculous!"

Hongjun continued coldly:

"In the end, someone as devious as you could never understand the feeling of fighting with your fellow Daoists, striving with all your might for the Dao in your heart, and facing death without fear for the countless billions of living beings in the Primordial World.

"To someone as self-serving as you, there's only one thing that matters: who benefits in the end. Whoever does must have schemed against everyone else."

"Wasn't it you who schemed against them and made them your scapegoats?"

Luohu sneered in turn.

"I, Hongjun, swear to Heaven's Dao: if I ever deliberately schemed against the three fellow Daoists during my battle with Luohu, may I immediately turn to ashes, body and soul alike!"

Hongjun said no more. He simply raised his hand and swore an oath to Heaven's Dao.

"I knew it! Senior Hongjun could never be a vile person. Damn Demon Ancestor Luohu—he still tried to slander Senior Hongjun on his deathbed!"

That was Daoist Zhunti.

Jieyin, standing beside Zhunti, spoke up as well:

"Senior Hongjun, Demon Ancestor Luohu tore out the spiritual veins of the West and turned it into a barren land. Please, don't let him get away!"

"Heh."

Luohu turned his gaze to Jieyin and Zhunti. Remembering how the two of them had once cowered before him, he couldn't help sneering.

For a moment, he'd actually thought he'd misjudged Hongjun.

But when he thought about it, how could that be?

Among the Ancestor-level figures who had survived until now, who could claim to be truly righteous? Which of them had never schemed against anyone?

Luohu's sword strike had been immensely powerful, but it had also left him unable to fight.

At that moment, before Hongjun, who was practically unharmed, Luohu was nothing but meat on a chopping block...

"Luohu, should I do it myself, or will you do it?"

He had said all there was to say. Hongjun held the Folding Fan in his hand. He had to admit, it was quite handy. He could use it to cool himself in his spare time, and one wave unleashed billions of blades of astral wind.

And when it was folded, he could use it to smack people. What a fine treasure.

How could he get his hands on such a wonderful spiritual treasure?

Go ask Great Dao Hongjun!

"Hahahaha, Hongjun, do you really think you've won?"

Luohu spat out several mouthfuls of black blood and sneered.

Hongjun naturally didn't think he'd already won.

Luohu had too many tricks up his sleeve. Without using Great Dao Power to make deductions, even the power of a Quasi-Saint was hard to deal with.

He had even more tricks than Hongjun, the protagonist of this tribulation...

So while he was speaking, Hongjun had used the Pangu Banner to seal the space behind Luohu.

That left Luohu with only one move he could use.

And that move was also his destiny.

Sure enough, Luohu lived up to expectations and swore an oath to Heaven's Dao:

"Heaven's Dao above, I, Luohu, have observed the grand course of the world. Countless cultivators practice the Dao, yet the path is too easy, with nothing to hinder their cultivation. I am willing to sacrifice myself and become the Supreme Heavenly Demon. From this day forth, whenever a cultivator makes progress in their cultivation, a heart demon will descend upon them and obstruct their path to the Dao. From now on, Dao and Devil shall never coexist. As Dao wanes, Devil shall wax; as Devil wanes, Dao shall wax. The Dao rises one foot, and the Devil rises ten! Supreme Heavenly Demon Realm—be established!"

This was Luohu's final move: to complete Heaven's Dao by sacrificing himself.

Heaven's Dao was incomplete, and the Devil Dao was naturally meant to be part of it. Thus, when Luohu swore his oath, Heaven's Dao accepted it.

Luohu's aura surged in an instant, far surpassing the Ancestor-level figures present. His overwhelming, terrifying presence pressed down upon the Primordial World.

Aside from Hongjun, Shi Chen, Wangshu, and the fallen Qiankun Ancestor, everyone in the Primordial World below the Ancestor level bent under the pressure.

Luohu had transformed into the Devil Dao and merged with Heaven's Dao. At that moment, he was an immortal, indestructible being.

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, a pitch-black, singular course appeared in the River of Destiny.

The sheer terror of Luohu's aura was beyond words.

In the West, every last spiritual root was torn out. At the same time, the Primordial World was drawn toward the boundless baleful energy.

In an instant, mountains collapsed and the earth split. Even the Moon Star, high in the sky, had countless strands of its origin sucked away.

If this continued, the Moon Star would crumble, throwing the balance of yin and yang in the Primordial World into chaos... The entire Primordial World could be caught in the calamity.

At a time like this, Wangshu needed to use her own origin power to stabilize the Moon Star.

Hongjun turned his gaze toward Wangshu.

"So this is what Daoist Hongjun meant when he said my destiny wasn't here."

Wangshu smiled bitterly. She finally understood why Hongjun had told her, before they entered the formation, that her destiny did not lie there.

So this was what he had been waiting for.

Daoist Hongjun's ability to read the future truly was ahead of everyone else's.

But...

Wangshu felt bitter. Back then, they had even misunderstood Hongjun, thinking he was interested in her...

Wangshu sensed her own destiny. At that moment, she looked around.

Countless cultivators. Qiankun lying on the ground. Shi Chen, his expression grave. Hongjun, calm and impassive.

And the Moon Star, on the verge of shattering, and Luohu, whose power was terrifying beyond words.

After one last look at her fellow Daoists, she gazed at them with a hint of farewell.