Supreme Heavenly Demon Realm

"I admit I'm despicable and shameless, so what?"

Hongjun had a way to deal with people like this who were raging ineffectively, teaching them how to behave.

Hongjun smiled and said, "What do you want?"

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

Luohu was somewhat incredulous.

Hongjun, maintaining his usual sly demeanor, said, "I admit I'm despicable and shameless, what's the problem?"

"You... you admit you plotted against three Fellow Daoists, making them your scapegoats? And then becoming the last Chaos Demon God reincarnated in the world?"

Luohu's eyes darted around as he asked this.

Although he was at his wit's end, he could still get revenge by ruining Hongjun's reputation before he left.

The Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals watching from afar couldn't help but frown inwardly.

Could this Old Ancestor Hongjun really be someone who plots against his Fellow Daoists?

Some things, if done quietly, no one would mention them, or even discover them. But if exposed, it could very well lead to social death.

"Luohu, why deliberately smear my name? Just because I'm standing here unharmed? Fellow Daoist Qiankun is still lying here!"

Hongjun pointed at Old Ancestor Qiankun, who was lying on the ground, barely alive.

!!!

Old Ancestor Qiankun's eyes widened.

Even at a time like this, you're dragging me into it? Fellow Daoist Hongjun, please be merciful! What if Luohu comes down and finishes me off later!

I barely managed to save my life after losing my Qiankun Cauldron!

Old Ancestor Qiankun felt like crying without tears, terrified that Luohu would finish him off.

"Luohu, why don't you mention that Fellow Daoist Qiankun plotted against us? Moreover, if I had died today and the other Fellow Daoists were standing here unharmed, would you say they plotted against me? Utterly laughable!"

Hongjun continued coldly:

"Ultimately, someone with a dark mind like yours can never imagine that feeling – the feeling of fighting alongside Fellow Daoists, facing death without regret for the sake of the Dao in your heart, and for the countless beings of the Primordial World.

In the eyes of someone like you, who only cares about profit, perhaps there's only one thing: who is the ultimate beneficiary? That person must have plotted against others."

"Didn't you plot against them, making them your scapegoats?"

Luohu retorted with a cold laugh.

"I, Hongjun, swear to the Heavenly Dao, if I had any intention of deliberately plotting against the three Fellow Daoists in the battle with Luohu, I shall immediately turn into ashes and my soul will be annihilated!"

Hongjun said no more, raising his hand to swear to the Heavenly Dao.

"I knew it, how could Senior Hongjun be a despicable person? That hateful Demon Ancestor Luohu, trying to smear Senior Hongjun even as he's dying!"

This was Daoist Zhunti.

Jieyin, beside Zhunti, also spoke:

"Senior Hongjun, this Demon Ancestor Luohu severed the spiritual veins of the West, turning it into a barren land. Please do not let him go!"

"Heh."

Luohu turned his gaze towards Jieyin and Zhunti, recalling how subservient they had been to him earlier, and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

For a moment, he had actually thought he had misjudged Hongjun.

But on second thought, how could that be?

Among the Old Ancestor-level figures who had survived to this day, which one dared to claim to be truly righteous, and which one hadn't schemed?

Although Luohu's sword strike was incredibly powerful, he himself had also lost his combat ability.

At this moment, in front of the largely unharmed Hongjun, Luohu was like a fish on a chopping board...

"Luohu, do you want me to do it, or will you do it yourself?"

Having said all that, Hongjun held his Folding Fan. He had to admit, this fan was quite satisfying. It could cool him down during leisure, and more importantly, a wave of it could unleash billions of sword qi.

And it could be used to hit people when closed. It was truly excellent.

How could one possibly possess such a fine Spiritual Treasure?

Seek out the Great Dao Hongjun!

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

Luohu spat out several mouthfuls of black blood and said with a cold laugh.

Hongjun naturally didn't think he had won yet.

Luohu had too many tricks up his sleeve. Without using the Great Dao Power to deduce, this Quasi-Saint's power was truly troublesome to deal with.

He had more tricks than himself, the protagonist of this epoch...

Therefore, while speaking, Hongjun had already used the Pangu Banner to seal the space behind Luohu.

This way, the only method Luohu could use was that one.

And this method was also his final destination.

As expected, Luohu did not disappoint. He swore an oath to the Heavenly Dao:

"Heavenly Dao above, I, Luohu, observe the great trend of the world. There are countless cultivators, yet their path is too easy, lacking any obstacles to their cultivation. I am willing to sacrifice myself and transform into the Supreme Heavenly Demon. From now on, whenever a cultivator achieves success, a heart demon will afflict them, hindering their path to enlightenment. From this moment on, the Demonic Dao and the Heavenly Dao shall be irreconcilable. As the Dao declines, the Demon shall rise; as the Demon grows, the Dao shall wane. The Dao reaches one foot, the Demon shall be one zhang! Supreme Heavenly Demon Realm! Established!"

This was Luohu's final move, using his own body to complete the Heavenly Dao.

The Heavenly Dao was incomplete, and the Demonic Dao was meant to be a part of it. Therefore, Luohu's oath would naturally be recognized by the Heavenly Dao.

Luohu's aura instantly surged, far surpassing the realm of the Old Ancestors present. His powerful and terrifying aura pressed down upon the Primordial World.

Except for Hongjun, Shi Chen, Wangshu, and the reclining Old Ancestor Qiankun, everyone in the Primordial World who had not reached the Old Ancestor realm bowed down under this oppressive force.

Luohu transformed into the Demonic Dao, merging with the Heavenly Dao. At this moment, he had become an immortal and indestructible being.

Beyond the thirty-three heavens, in the River of Destiny, a special, ink-black trajectory appeared.

At this moment, Luohu's aura could only be described as terrifying.

The Spiritual Roots in the West were uprooted at this instant. Simultaneously, the Primordial World was drawn to by endless Sha Qi.

In an instant, mountains collapsed and the earth cracked. Even the Moon Star in the sky had countless of its origins sucked away.

If this continued, the Moon Star would collapse, and the Yin Yang of the Primordial World would be thrown into imbalance... the Primordial World would likely be implicated.

At this time, Wangshu would need to use her own origins to stabilize the Moon Star.

Hongjun's gaze turned towards Wangshu.

So this is the fate Fellow Daoist Hongjun spoke of.

Wangshu wore a wry smile. She now understood why Hongjun had said her fate was not here before they entered the formation.

So this is where it was waiting.

Fellow Daoist Hongjun's path of deduction truly surpassed everyone else's.

But...

Wangshu felt a pang of bitterness. At the time, they had misunderstood Hongjun, thinking he had feelings for her...

Wangshu sensed her destiny. At this moment, her gaze swept across her surroundings.

Countless cultivators, Qiankun lying on the ground, Shi Chen with a solemn expression, Hongjun with neither joy nor sorrow.

And the Moon Star on the verge of shattering, Luohu exuding terrifying power.

She cast one last look at her fellow Daoists, her eyes holding a hint of farewell.