Lin Tian chuckled in the group chat.
"Father God, you're right. Dao Ancestor Hongjun is so strong. I-we almost felt like we were all about to die together just now, yet Hongjun actually held it off."
"Hongjun is terrifying! Father God, how can we defeat him?"
Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti, who had experienced Hongjun's might firsthand at his side, could not help asking.
"Only magic can defeat magic!"
"Only Hongjun can defeat Hongjun. I've already sent you here. Don't you understand what I mean?"
Lin Tian said it outright.
"Only Hongjun can defeat Hongjun?"
Laozi, Yuanshi, Tongtian, Nuwa, Jieyin, Zhunti, and Houtu all frowned, sensing a profound meaning in those words.
"I understand, Father God! Do you mean we should lead the Hongjun of this time to fight Heavenly Dao Hongjun?"
"If Hongjun killed his past self, would that affect his future power?"
Nuwa suddenly let her imagination run wild and proposed a bold idea!
The Primordial Land.
The elites of the Three Realms dispersed like an ebbing tide, vanishing completely from Dao Ancestor Hongjun's sight. Even the Children of the Plane, who had been little more than cannon fodder, fled on the spot after their failed strike.
Although Dao Ancestor Hongjun was now the Heavenly Dao, he harbored a certain wariness toward the incomplete Primordial Heavenly Dao.
He did not pursue them.
"Master, those people really seem to be going to seize the Saint positions. What should we do next?"
Nuwa asked Hongjun with a frown.
"Nuwa, Jieyin, Zhunti, go back for now. I'll handle things here."
Hongjun ignored their question. With a movement of his hands, he sent all three directly out of the current Primordial World.
To be honest, this move left all three Saints baffled.
They discussed it in the group chat but reached no conclusion.