The ten-thousand-zhang demon statue suddenly stiffened. The light in its scarlet eyes flickered violently, as if it might go out at any moment.
Its overwhelming Demon Flame instantly dwindled, and its massive body began to tremble uncontrollably.
The Eight-Character True Mantra surfaced in its mind once more!
A Sage's name must never be spoken with disrespect!
Especially at this critical moment, when Hongjun was about to Merge with Dao. Calling him by name was tantamount to challenging the authority of the entire Heavenly Dao!
Meanwhile, beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, inside Zixiao Palace.
In the deepest part of the palace, a figure sat cross-legged. His form wavered between solid and insubstantial, as if he might merge with the world around him at any moment—or as if he himself were the world.
It was none other than Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
He slowly opened his eyes. Within his pupils, it seemed that only the cycles of the Heavenly Dao's workings remained, appearing and vanishing.
The Purple Firmament Divine Thunder just now had been his instinctive retaliation, in his state of Merge with Dao, against anyone who dared profane the authority of Heaven.
With a slight stir of his thoughts, his divine sense reached into the depths of Mount Sumeru's leyline.
"Luo Hou..."
A distant memory flickered through Hongjun's mind.
Back when the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods were born, each had commanded a complete Great Dao law.
Yang Mei, supreme in space; Chen Shi, sovereign of time; Karma, reincarnation, fate...
In that battle, Pangu created the world, and the Three Thousand Gods of Devils perished almost to the last.
Only he, Yang Mei, and a few other beings had reincarnated in Honghuang in incomplete bodies.
By now, Great Immortal Yang Mei had long since grasped the mysteries of the laws of space and