Achieving Yang God (Part 2)

The heroic spirits of the Hundred Sages appeared, and with a bang, the talismans exploded, turning into a ray of light that shot into Hong Yi's nine-times thunder-tribulation pure yang Primordial Spirit. Strangely, Daoist Creation stood alone, with no sign of Hong Xuanji beside him. No one knew where that man known as the Son of the Great Thousand had gone. The Dao gave birth to One, One gave birth to Two, Two gave birth to Three, and Three gave birth to all things. Hong Yi looked at Daoist Creation, smiled faintly, and asked a perfectly natural question. Hong Yi did not even glance at Hong Xuanji. He merely spoke to Great Emperor Longevity, and regardless of whether this foremost figure of antiquity agreed or not, his body abruptly rose! Beneath the Bridge to the Other Shore, the river of time flowed silently onward. It made not a sound, yet everyone could feel time flying past, lightning flashing and darting through it. Of the two, one was Great Emperor Longevity, the mightiest supreme overlord of antiquity. When he spoke, his words bore the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years, enough to make even stone sigh with feeling. Over the span of time he had lived through, seas had dried up who knew how many times, and rocks had crumbled who knew how often. To him, the drying of seas and crumbling of stones meant nothing at all. At the highest point of the bridge, a group of figures suddenly appeared. They wore tall crowns and strange robes, each with an independent character, dragons and phoenixes among men, sages of reason—the heroic spirits of the Hundred Sages. Yet after hearing this, Hong Yi was not moved in the slightest. He merely shook his head and was about to speak when