Daoist Hongjun truly did not know how to face Devil Ancestor Luo Hou, the Demon Gate Lord whose abilities rivaled his own in every respect and who stood alongside him in the Primordial World.
After all, Devil Ancestor Luo Hou's eruption over ten thousand years ago, when he devoured tens of billions of his own Devil Race disciples, had been forced upon him by the Primordial Three Clans and Daoist Hongjun.
Had their Daoist School and the Primordial Three Clans not secretly joined forces and conspired with traitors within the Devil Race to ambush Luo Hou,
they would never have forced him, at the final moment, to devour and refine all the disciples who formed his Devil Race's foundation, along with their bloodlines and origins, destroying the Demon Gate with his own hands and wiping the Devil Race from heaven and earth.
All of this could be said to have been orchestrated entirely by Daoist Hongjun, who had possessed nine strands of Hongmeng purple qi and Pan Gu's Good Fortune Jade Disc Fragments since the World-Opening, with full knowledge of every trend and change in the Primordial World.
At this very moment.
Daoist Hongjun understood one thing.
The play he had directed had already gone disastrously wrong.
Devil Ancestor Luo Hou, who should have followed the script like a puppet on his strings, was no longer willing to be his puppet.
Instead, he had leaped clear of every plot Hongjun had laid out.
He had smashed the course of future history and all its changes to pieces.
"Master, the seven defensive Innate Ten-Direction Formations ahead have been set up. I wonder whether these seven formations can halt that fiend Devil Ancestor Luo Hou's eastward advance."
While Daoist Hongjun's thoughts roamed far and wide, Grand Pure One Laozi silently approached his