Hongjun spoke, his voice icy cold:
"Xuandu."
"Do you think these people alone can stop me?"
"Do you think these five Zenith Heavens can contend with me?"
"Do you think these ten million cultivators can protect the Human Dao?"
Xuandu looked into Hongjun's indifferent eyes, and the smile at the corner of his lips deepened.
"Dao Ancestor."
He spoke calmly, his voice striking the hearts of everyone present:
"Do you think this disciple has only this much?"
Hongjun's gaze narrowed slightly.
Xuandu gently shook his head:
"Four Fierce Beasts, five Zenith Heavens, ten million cultivators, fifty thousand Daluo."
"These truly cannot stop the Dao Ancestor."
"This disciple knows."
He paused, his voice growing heavier:
"But Dao Ancestor, have you forgotten something?"
Hongjun froze.
Forgotten something?
What was it?
He stood in the void, his Grey Dao Robe hanging loose as Heavenly Dao Power surged around him like a tide.
The Jade Disk of Fortune hovered above his palm, its Three Thousand Dao Patterns circulating without end.
The pressure of the Half-step Heavenly Dao blanketed the entire sky.
Even if the Four Fierce Beasts arrived together, even if the five Zenith Heavens joined forces, even if ten million cultivators struck with all their strength—
Before him, they were no more than ants shaking a tree.
But why was Xuandu still so calm?
Those eyes were tranquil as an ancient well.
That face was as steady as a mountain.
That aura was as deep and powerful as an abyss.
There was not a trace of panic, not a trace of fear, not a trace of weakness.
As though everything remained under his control.
Hongjun frowned slightly.
He recalled Xuandu's schemes.
From spreading teachings along the East Sea Coast to Attained Hunyuan.
From Mend the Sky and Support the Heavens to gathering the