Hongjun stood in Chaos with his hands behind his back, his Grey Dao Robe hanging loose.
His gaze pierced through the void and fell upon the four figures suspended in the air.
Jieyin closed his eyes and softly chanted a Buddhist invocation, his voice mournful.
Zhunti lowered his head without saying a word, his face deathly pale.
Medicine Master's face was pale as well, while Maitreya's smile had vanished completely.
The four were bound by pitch-black chains and unable to move.
Even Sages could not break free.
For those chains contained the Origin Power of Taotie's Nine Heavens.
They contained the supreme might of the Devouring Law.
They contained the concealing power of Xuandu's Chaos Bead.
Even if Hongjun came in person, he would need to spend some effort to undo them.
Let alone Jieyin Zhunti.
Hongjun withdrew his gaze and looked no further.
"Let them stay there."
"It will do them good to behave themselves for a while."
"So they do not keep causing trouble and making fools of themselves."
He turned and looked toward the depths of Purple Heaven Palace.
There, the Heavenly Dao Origin floated silently, Chaos Radiance flowing endlessly around it.
Ever since it had expended a tenth of itself, this origin had been slowly recovering.
But that recovery was far too slow.
So slow that no one knew how many yuanhui it would take to return to its peak.
Yet the Interception Sect's fortune was still rising.
The Human Race's fortune was still rising.
With one declining while the other grew, what could the Investiture of the Gods accomplish even if it began?
Hongjun's gaze narrowed slightly.
He recalled something.
Taotie.
The leader of the Four Fierce Beasts, at the early stage of Zenith Heaven Nine Heavens.
With one palm strike, he had sent two