Was the Vine Dao Venerable truly dead, and who exactly was the mysterious Daoist?
Everything remained unknown.
"Damn it!"
Cult Leader Tongtian let out a heavy breath and tore a lock of hair from his head, helplessness rising within him.
"What a mess! One wave of unforeseen changes after another. If I keep calculating, I'll lose every last hair on my head!"
Inside the Purple Heaven Palace, Dao Ancestor Hongjun was drinking with an old Daoist.
The old Daoist was unkempt, his gray-white hair tied back with a Willow Branch. His face was covered in wrinkles, and he looked like an old man from the mortal world.
On the wooden table before them sat two wine cups apiece. Dao resonance formed the cups, and laws brewed the wine they drank together.
"The aura of the Time God-Devil. Before the World-Opening, Great God Pangu had already slain him in Chaos. Could his primordial spirit have escaped, just like the Chaos Demon Ape's? He even obtained Luo Hou's God-Slaying Spear. Yang Mei, what do you think?"
Dao Ancestor Hongjun spoke slowly.
Great Immortal Yang Mei, one of the last surviving Chaos God-Devils, was a chaos spiritual root-a hollow willow tree that had attained the Dao and controlled space law.
A strange expression crossed his face, and he frowned.
"That Vine Dao Venerable might have been a subordinate of the previous Chaos God-Devil, and now a Time God-Devil has appeared as well. There are far too many unforeseen changes in this karmic calamity. Even you cannot divine them, much less me."
Dao Ancestor Hongjun sighed. After becoming the Heavenly Dao Incarnation, he had held everything in the Primordial World under his control.
Yet this Journey to the West Calamity had suddenly spawned unforeseen changes and slipped beyond his grasp.
It was like a