Xuandu stood in the void, his green robes fluttering lightly, black hair draped over his shoulders, his gaze as calm as an ancient well.
There was no fear, no anger, no panic at that moment.
Only a clear understanding that saw through all things.
"Dao Ancestor."
He spoke softly, yet his voice clearly pierced through the surging Heavenly Dao Power and reached Hongjun's ears.
"Did you truly think your disciple could not foresee this step?"
As his words fell, Hongjun's figure paused.
Those indifferent eyes looked out from the depths of the gray-white radiance, carrying the faintest trace of doubt.
Xuandu slowly raised his hand. The Chaos Bead hovered over his palm, its forty-nine restrictions lighting up at once.
"Chaos Bead, rise."
At those three words, the Chaos Bead abruptly expanded.
That Chaos Color curtain of light spread toward the collapsing Heavenly Dao Eye above the Sky Dome like a barrier.
Wherever the curtain passed, space froze, laws fell still, and even the Heavenly Dao Power on the verge of erupting was forcibly halted for an instant.
"Useless."
Hongjun spoke with a trace of mockery in his voice.
"The Chaos Bead may be powerful, but you cannot stop the Heavenly Dao from self-destructing."
"Even if Pangu were resurrected, he could not stop it."
Xuandu smiled faintly. The smile was slight, yet it carried a composure even Hongjun had never seen before.
"Your disciple never intended to stop it."
"Your disciple merely wishes to invite Dao Ancestor somewhere."
As his words fell, a Chaos Color radiance erupted from his palm and shot directly toward Luohu.
Luohu raised his head, his blood-red eyes shining startlingly in the night.
He lifted a hand, and demonic qi surged like a tide, merging with that Chaos Color radiance.
"Beneath Mount Sumeru lies a Chaos rift,