That day, no one knew what had happened in the Primordial World.
All they knew was that the entire Primordial World had nearly split apart, the Purple Firmament Palace had completely collapsed, and even the Primordial Origin Sea had been affected.
Blood rain fell across the Primordial World, the Heavenly Dao wept blood, and the Primordial Great Dao trembled.
After that day, Dao Ancestor Hongjun announced that he would enter seclusion and no longer concern himself with the affairs of the Primordial World.
Meanwhile, the two Demon Emperors were traveling through the Demon Realm.
They suddenly felt vast quantities of merit pouring into them, while the Demon Tribe's fortune was divided between them in an instant.
Demon Emperor Dijun was greatly startled.
"What is going on?"
"Could it have something to do with that disturbance just now?"
He hurried out of the Demon Realm and headed toward the Purple Firmament Palace.
When the two of them arrived at the Purple Firmament Palace,
all they saw were ruined walls and broken masonry everywhere. The place had already been utterly destroyed.
Wang Shi sat at the highest point, gazing up at Chaos, his thoughts unfathomable.
Demon Emperor Dijun felt deeply uneasy.
"Fellow Daoist Stone Spirit, what happened here?"
Wang Shi spat out a mouthful of blood.
"That old bastard dared to scheme against me again. I went to demand an explanation, and he actually tried to kill me. Hmph, he doesn't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth runs."
Suddenly, Wang Shi smiled.
"Don't take that seriously. I was just talking nonsense. Actually, Dao Ancestor Hongjun and I sparred a little and discussed the future of the Primordial World. In the end, I persuaded him. He'll remain in seclusion for a hundred thousand years. From now on, we'll