Could they fuse? That was a stupid question. Both of them had been born from the Great Dao, so why couldn't they?
And if they fused? The Great Dao didn't want to know the consequences, because it understood! Pangu was strength, while Qin Fen was fortune. If those two fused first, how was it supposed to deal with them?
Their strength would all be in them. The outcome would be like a meat bun thrown to a dog—gone without a trace. It would soon have to face an opponent who might crush it!
The Great Dao had never calculated this change, nor could it have imagined it. Qin Fen and Hongjun were mortal enemies. How many years had it spent working on that? Hongjun hated Qin Fen down to his bones. Combined with how it had targeted Hongjun from the start, while Qin Fen had been left alone, it wasn't that it couldn't control the two of them. It had all been an act.
It had merely been provoking Hongjun's nerves, making him feel that it was unfair and hate Qin Fen more and more, ensuring that he would never stand on the same side as him.
On the other hand, the Great Dao had its own considerations. Although it had absorbed the full-force attack of both men and surpassed them in strength, they had also expended too much energy. As one side waned and the other waxed, it held every advantage. But that advantage wasn't fixed, because it had yet to fuse with the Celestial Realm. Its strength couldn't be replenished. If those two bastards fought to the death in hand-to-hand combat, it wouldn't be able to absorb anything either.
But not being able to absorb it didn't matter. The Great Dao still had its calculations, which was why