Chiyou began babbling incoherently, pointing at the sky and cursing. Yet this gave countless people hope. It seemed Qin Fen really could resolve this. The Three Pure Ones couldn't, Tathagata couldn't—just as the old mother had said, only Dongwang Gong could. See? She hadn't been wrong at all.
With a clatter, Tongtian's Immortal-Slaying Sword fell from his hand. He stared blankly at Qin Fen, unable to understand how an Imperial Lord could be this badass. He had driven Chiyou completely insane.
Lord Lao was the same, and so was Tathagata. Countless people were speechless before Qin Fen. Only one person stared at him with bloodshot eyes. The Jade Emperor kept muttering, "This is all the Dao Ancestor's arrangement. The Dao Ancestor! I don't believe Qin Fen can be this incredible!"
Big Chef passively began absorbing, feeling his body grow hotter and hotter, his chest tight and stifled.
There was nothing he could do about it. He hadn't volunteered; Hongjun was providing support from the side. He was forcibly turning Big Chef into the strongest meat shield, handing over kills left and right. If you called him a pig, he'd still be unhappy about it. Where could Qin Fen even go to reason with him?
The power within his body began to fill out. With the Six Paths originally perfected, Qin Fen's strength should have soared, breaking free of his restraints and surpassing Saints. Unfortunately, his foundation was too shallow and his accumulated strength insufficient.
But that didn't matter. He could take a shortcut, thanks to the fact that there was still one living **—Hongjun—in this world.
He continuously absorbed Pangu Blood Essence, and his power grew stronger and stronger.
Before he realized it, a sense of joy seemed to come from his hand.
It was a pure, simple joy, impossible