Zixiao Palace.
As a Heavenly Dao Saint, the Dao Ancestor should originally have been extremely anxious about the final battle between the witches and demons, as well as the establishment of underworld reincarnation.
But contrary to his usual behavior, Hongjun was not anxious at all.
Instead, he greatly admired and respected Lin Changsheng's methods.
He had to admit that his own methods and schemes fell short of Lin Changsheng's.
The man had something to him-quite a lot, in fact.
Not only had he successfully established the Earthly Dao and brought the tribulation to an end in another way,
his Changsheng Heaven would also gain unimaginable benefits in the future.
"Thank you for this."
Hongjun looked toward Changsheng Heaven.
He began his seclusion.
Indeed.
Hongjun had lost to Lin Changsheng repeatedly, and there had also been their battle outside Zixiao Palace.
Although neither of them had unleashed his full strength,
it had still allowed Hongjun to see the gap between them.
His chances of defeating Lin Changsheng were slim.
His only option was to wield more Heavenly Dao Authority.
But the Heavenly Dao was now incomparably powerful.
To put it bluntly, he, Hongjun, was merely a pawn of the Heavenly Dao.
Compared with Taiqing and the others, he was simply a somewhat more useful pawn.
Thus, Hongjun had been waiting.
Waiting for the Heavenly Dao to be weakened.
And now, the Heavenly Dao had been crushed by a mere trace of the Great Dao's gaze.
Its origin had already been damaged.
He could seize this opportunity to enter seclusion and wrest more authority for himself.
Only then could he contend with Lin Changsheng.
Thus, even though the Earthly Dao had been successfully established, he was not particularly angry.
They simply stood on different sides.
But as long as everyone could accept