Hongjun carried the might of the Purple Firmament, intimidating all beneath heaven. The bustling Soaring Firmament Palace was like a rooster being strangled mid-crow—not a sound remained. Everyone looked grim. Who dared speak?
The Purple Firmament was no ordinary lightning struck down by Thunder Duke. It was something even Saints were unwilling to touch. Within the scope of the Heavenly Dao, it was one of his customary methods of attack, and also the most terrifying. In short, whoever touched it died.
Rolling thunder boomed like war drums against everyone's hearts. It was merely gathering momentum, yet it had already frightened everyone speechless. Nüwa lowered her banner, and Lord Lao immediately backed down. At a time like this, anyone who stepped forward was an idiot. From the Heavenly Dao's words alone, it was clear that Hongjun had acted. As the enlightenment teacher of all living beings between heaven and earth, who could possibly change his mind?
Listening to Hongjun's interrogation, the Jade Emperor's expression changed again and again. It had been dark before, but now it was dark to the point of turning purple. Hongjun had flexed his strength and directly cut him down.
Was everything I did today going to go to waste? Dao Ancestor, I have failed your cultivation.
The Jade Emperor was filled with regret when he suddenly recalled something. Right, no one under heaven dared oppose Hongjun—but what about above the heavens? Perhaps there was someone. Wasn't there still one person here? The only one.
The Jade Emperor was meticulous by nature and immediately devised a plan. Facing Hongjun, he gave a slight bow. He had to show the proper courtesy and leave no chance for the other party to lose his temper.
"Yes, you are right!" the Jade Emperor replied in a deep voice, while inwardly