Primordial World: I, Emperor Jun, Only Want to Build the Primordial World

Besides that, he could use the Origin Essence of other Innate Spiritual Treasures to replenish the Origin Essence of these two Innate Spiritual Treasures.

Emperor Jun put away the two Innate Spiritual Treasures. As for how to handle them, he would study that when he had the time.

By now, every being covered by Demonic Path Fortune had become a Demonic Path Being. They had all transformed into Extraterrestrial Devils and left the Primordial World.

Only then did the Dao-Devil Conflict truly come to an end, and everything was settled.

However, the Dao Sect had also suffered grievous losses, especially from the Demonic Path Beings' final suicidal assault.

That attack, carried out with the intent of perishing together, caught many Dao Sect Beings who believed the war had ended completely off guard, and they paid a terrible price.

At this moment, Dao Ancestor Hongjun appeared on the battlefield.

Naturally, Dao Ancestor Hongjun had sensed it when the Demonic Path began fighting desperately.

However, the time had been far too short. By the time he arrived, the war was already over.

Hongjun's divine sense swept across the battlefield, revealing the devastation within.

He could not help but murmur, "Fellow Daoist Luo Hou, why go this far?"

At that moment, Luo Hou's figure surfaced in Hongjun's mindscape, laughing wildly as he said, "Hongjun, my Demon Path did not win, but neither did your Dao Sect. Hahaha..."

Hongjun naturally knew that Luo Hou's voice arising from the depths of his heart was not an illusion, but Luo Hou himself, truly transformed into an Extraterrestrial Devil.

Was this the ability of an Extraterrestrial Devil?

Hongjun frowned and committed the matter of guarding against Extraterrestrial Devils to heart.

Hongjun now understood the situation on the battlefield extremely well.

In this decisive battle between the Dao Sect and Demon Path, all Demonic Path Beings had vanished, while only a handful of Dao Sect Beings remained.

Although Luo Hou had said that the Dao Sect had not achieved victory either, the truth was that the Dao Sect had indeed won.

Hongjun could feel the majority of the Primordial World's fortune gathering upon him.

It was simply far less fortune than he had imagined.

Naturally. With Primordial World beings dying in such vast numbers, the fortune within the Primordial World would inevitably fall into decline.

Even so, since the creation of heaven and earth, Hongjun could be considered the only being to unify the Primordial World's fortune.

Hongjun had no intention of showing himself before these few surviving beings.

With a thought, he bestowed the Daoist Sect Fortune he had once promised upon the beings who had survived.

Then he left, returning to his Daoist Abode, Jade Capital Mountain.

Now that he had signed a covenant with the Heavenly Dao, he naturally had to advance as soon as possible and fulfill the Heavenly Dao Covenant.

After all, he was now burdened by immense karmic sin.

At that thought, a bitter smile appeared on Hongjun's face once again.

Fellow Daoist Luo Hou, you have truly made things difficult for this poor Daoist.

From beginning to end, Emperor Jun never knew that Hongjun had arrived.

After witnessing Wutian's disappearance, he knew that the Dao-Devil Conflict had finally truly ended.

Suddenly, Emperor Jun felt a tremor in his heart.

The Hetu Luoshu Diagram appeared in Emperor Jun's hands, with mountains, rivers, the sun, moon, and stars constantly shifting within it.

A moment later, a smile appeared on Emperor Jun's face.

The fortune around him had increased.

He understood that this was the Daoist Sect Fortune Dao Ancestor Hongjun had promised him before.

However, when Emperor Jun passed through the entire battlefield of the Dao-Devil Conflict, the corpses covering the mountains and plains and the blood flowing like rivers washed away his original joy.

Tragic. Devastating.

The auras of those who had fought here still lingered.

When Emperor Jun had fought Wutian, he had neither the time nor the inclination to pay attention to what was happening on the battlefield.

The brutality of this decisive battle far exceeded any battle Emperor Jun had participated in before.

At the same time, Emperor Jun recalled Wutian's final state. He could not help but speculate that the Demonic Path Beings' final assault must have been what caught the Dao Sect cultivators most unprepared.

With a heavy heart, Emperor Jun returned to the main camp in the Eastern Primordial Desolation and saw Eastern Lord Duke and Wangshu.

As Emperor Jun approached, he looked at Wangshu and could not help frowning as he asked in confusion.

"Fellow Daoist Wangshu, you..."

Emperor Jun could sense the pressure of a Primordial Golden Immortal from Wangshu, yet that pressure seemed extremely weak.

This left him deeply puzzled.

Given Fellow Daoist Wangshu's condition, she should not have been unable to control her own pressure.

Moreover, Emperor Jun could even sense the disorder in Wangshu's aura, as though she could no longer fully control herself.

And perhaps it was only an illusion, but Emperor Jun sensed an aura of death from her.

Upon hearing Emperor Jun's question, Eastern Lord Duke first gave him a puzzled glance before turning to Wangshu.

Eastern Lord Duke's cultivation realm was still rather low. He was merely a Golden Immortal, so he naturally could not detect Wangshu's abnormal state.

Yet it was precisely because Eastern Lord Duke's realm was lower that he had survived the decisive battle of the Dao-Devil Conflict.

Eastern Lord Duke's cultivation realm was already about equal to Emperor Jun's before he became a Grand Luo Golden Immortal. Although his combat strength might have been somewhat lacking, the difference was not great.

Eastern Lord Duke's strength stood at the peak among Golden Immortals, with few opponents.

Therefore, even the Demonic Path cultivators' final assault had failed to kill or severely injure Eastern Lord Duke.

If Eastern Lord Duke's realm had been a little higher and reached the Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm, he might truly have fallen on the battlefield.

Along the way, Emperor Jun had not seen a single Grand Luo Golden Immortal.

After hearing Emperor Jun's words, Wangshu replied with a bitter smile, "The fact that I can still appear before you in this state is already a kind of fortune."

Before Emperor Jun and Eastern Lord Duke could speak, Wangshu continued.

"After Devil Ancestor Luo Hou made the Heavenly Dao Oath, the beings of both the Dao Sect and Demon Path at the Primordial Golden Immortal level had all stopped fighting."

"After all, victory and defeat had already been decided then. There was no need to continue."

"At the time, our group watched the defeated Demonic Path Beings, waiting for them to leave so we could enjoy the fruits of victory."

As Wangshu spoke to this point, her emotions fluctuated violently.

"But who could have expected that those Demonic Path cultivators would all launch suicidal attacks?"

"A suicidal attack by a Primordial Golden Immortal—even another Primordial Golden Immortal might not survive it."

Wangshu gave them a brief explanation, afraid that they did not understand its power.

"As a result, among the Primordial Golden Immortals, I alone survived."

"But my current state is also one where my oil has run dry and my lamp is exhausted."

At this point, sorrow could not help rising within Wangshu's heart.

Perhaps because Wangshu had been severely injured, she could no longer conceal her emotions.

Emperor Jun and Eastern Lord Duke also felt that sorrow, and their hearts grew mournful as well.

After all, Wangshu had once guided them for nearly a hundred years. It could be said that she had been their guide after they entered the Primordial World.

"Fellow Daoist Wangshu, is there truly no way for you to recover?"

Wangshu looked at Emperor Jun, shook her head, and said, "My soul has been injured, and the Origin Essence within my body has been exhausted. My Primordial Spirit contains many Dao Wounds left behind by Primordial Golden Immortals. I fear that even Dao Ancestor Hongjun would be unable to heal me."

"I am, in truth, already as good as dead. Only this trace of my soul has barely supported me until now."

Hearing Wangshu's explanation, Emperor Jun and Eastern Lord Duke fell silent for a long time.

She was the elder closest to them, yet she was now about to perish.

At this moment, both Eastern Lord Duke and Emperor Jun were filled with countless thoughts and boundless melancholy.

In the end, Emperor Jun composed his emotions and asked, "Fellow Daoist Wangshu, you have endured until now with a wisp of your soul. Is there something you still cannot let go of?"

After hearing Emperor Jun's words, Eastern Lord Duke hurriedly said, "Senior Wangshu, if there is anything you need, we will certainly do everything in our power to accomplish it for you."

Hearing Emperor Jun and Eastern Lord Duke's words, Wangshu no longer hesitated and said directly, "I will perish before long. There is indeed something I need to trouble you two with."

"Fellow Daoist Wangshu, what is it?"

Emperor Jun asked.

"Senior Wangshu, please speak freely. We will certainly help you accomplish it."

Eastern Lord Duke gave Wangshu his assurance.