Zhen Yuanzi's expression changed slightly at those words.
He looked at Xuandu, at those calm yet profound eyes, at that youthful face radiating endless composure.
An indescribable emotion suddenly welled up inside him.
Who exactly was this man?
He had planned everything to this point, leaving nothing to chance.
He had helped bring Earth Dao Perfection and secured a chance of survival for the Human Dao.
Now, he would face Dao Ancestor Hongjun's scrutiny alone.
And Zhen Yuanzi could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything.
"Fellow Daoist Xuandu..."
Zhen Yuanzi spoke, his voice low.
Xuandu raised a hand to stop him.
"Go."
His voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable certainty:
"Don't keep Fellow Daoist Hong Yun waiting too long."
Zhen Yuanzi fell silent.
Then he nodded firmly.
"Take care!"
The two words fell.
He turned and took a step.
"Voom!"
The void rippled soundlessly.
The Green Robe Figure, along with the Hong Yun True Spirit in his sleeve, vanished beneath the Ginseng Fruit Tree in an instant.
Only Xuandu remained beneath the tree, his blue robes fluttering lightly, his black hair falling over his shoulders.
He watched the figure disappear, then gazed at the void as it slowly healed. A smile gradually touched his lips.
It was faint, yet carried the ease of someone finally relieved of a burden.
Hong Yun.
The Great Wilderness's first good-natured soul, the compassionate Daoist who had given up his seat at Purple Heaven Palace, the Innate Deity who had fallen during the calamity.
He was finally about to return.
When he was reincarnated, when he had cultivated successfully, when he had returned to his peak—
The Great Wilderness would have another powerful figure.
The Human Dao would have another ally.
And the age of Heavenly Dao Supremacy would face yet another variable.