Due to the complex ties between Hongjun and Luo Hou, between the Xuan and the demonic—ties that could not be cut, nor untangled once cut—
Heavenly Dao Hongjun could not personally act to erase the Devil Realm.
The Saints beneath the Heavenly Dao were even less capable of doing so.
Bei Ming's rise—especially his unique control over the Laws of Destruction and his increasingly profound cultivation—had given Hongjun an excellent chance to thoroughly resolve this hidden internal threat.
So long as the Devil Realm was erased, even if, in the future, living beings in Honghuang still fell to demons because of corrupted temperaments or extreme cultivation methods, it would be no more than an individual or regional phenomenon, and would no longer be able to gather into a Demon Calamity that swept through Heaven and Earth.
Hongjun raised his hand and lightly tapped the empty space before him.
Inside and outside the Bamboo Pavilion, the purple Yinyun qi that had originally flowed in leisurely fashion seemed to receive an invisible summons and gathered toward Hongjun's fingertip.
In the unseen, the invisible will of the Heavenly Dao that shrouded all of Honghuang was also stirred, a trace of its rhythm drawn forth and condensed.
A point of golden light, pure to the absolute extreme and containing all the order, laws, karma, vitality, and even "existence" itself of Honghuang, surfaced at Hongjun's fingertip.
The light was not dazzling, yet it carried a supreme majesty and a boundless aura.
It slowly spun and contracted, finally turning into a perfectly round little golden bead with golden daoist patterns contained within, hovering silently above Hongjun's fingertip.
"This is the catalyst for the manifestation of Heavenly Dao power."
With a light flick of Hongjun's fingertip, the little golden bead floated toward Bei Ming as though it