The Sages of the Primordial World-Tongtian, Yuanshi, Di Jun, and Taiyi.
They watched the Four Sovereigns break free and leave, but did not rush to pursue them.
They knew that the Four Sovereigns were already arrows at the end of their flight, and the defeat and destruction of the Gods of Chaos was a foregone conclusion.
What concerned them more was Ancestor Minghe's final strike within the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation.
Within the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation, Ancestor Minghe finally opened his eyes.
He stood at the center of the sword formation, bloodlight surging around him, his aura as vast as the sea.
The Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal realm he had temporarily entered through the power of Sage blood was now completely stable.
The power of the Slaughter Dao within him had also reached its peak.
He looked at the deathly pale Hong Jun standing at the center of the sword formation and slowly raised the Yuantu and Abi swords.
Bloodlight flowed over the two innate killing swords, their killing intent soaring skyward, as though they awaited only that final strike to sever Hong Jun's head.
"Hong Jun."
Ancestor Minghe spoke slowly, his voice low and icy,
"You have wielded the Heavenly Dao for countless epochs and schemed against all living beings for countless years.
Today, you will pay with your life!"
Hong Jun stood at the center of the sword formation, watching Ancestor Minghe raise his swords to strike, his eyes filled with fear and unwillingness.
He cried hoarsely:
"Minghe!
Even if you kill me, you may not attain Sagehood!
If you spare me, I am willing to pass on everything I have learned to you!"
Ancestor Minghe merely gave a cold laugh:
"Hong Jun, do you think I, Minghe, want to kill you for your legacy?
What I cultivate is