The great hall fell silent at once.
Hong Yun had still been watching Eastern King a moment before. He had never imagined that the final strand of violet qi would fall to him.
Only when the violet qi entered his body, boundless principles thundered through his sea of consciousness, and a crimson auspicious cloud rose of its own accord did he finally come to his senses.
Hong Yun hurriedly rose and bowed toward the dais, his face radiant with joy.
"Hong Yun thanks the Dao Ancestor!"
In stark contrast to his wild delight, Eastern King stood frozen in place.
He stared at the violet light slowly fading between Hong Yun's brows. Not a single word of the speech he had prepared would leave his lips now.
He had been charged with governing the immortals and had spent years laboring for the Immortal Court. Just now, he had even personally pleaded with the Dao Ancestor to bestow that final strand of violet qi upon him.
Yet in the end, it had fallen into Hong Yun's hands.
And Hong Yun had merely sat there from beginning to end, without uttering so much as a word.
How could he accept this?
Noticing the gazes of the assembled divinities turning toward him, Eastern King tightened his grip on the Dragon-Headed Staff. In the end, he suppressed the emotions surging within him.
He bowed to Hongjun once more, then slowly returned to his seat.
It was a long time before the Pure Yang Dao Light within his sleeves settled again.
Meanwhile, before Hong Yun could savor his joy for long, Zhen Yuanzi had already summoned the Earth Book.
The weighty Dao rhythm of the earth veins slowly spread, enveloping both their seats.
Seeing this, Hong Yun was about to say something to his old friend,