At that very moment.
How could Daoist Hongjun not have known?
He had long since mastered the three thousand great daos within this plane and established the Heavenly Court.
And the Daoist School lineage had rapidly grown in the Primordial World.
It had weathered the fierce beast calamity.
The dragon-phoenix calamity.
The Old Devil calamity.
The witch-demon calamity.
And passed smoothly through them all until now.
With the Heavenly Court carrying out Heaven's will on its behalf.
Daoist Hongjun had been able to sit as securely as a fisherman on his platform, within Zixiao Palace in the Thirty-Three Heavens.
Yet the Primordial World, peaceful for countless ages, was now about to overturn.
The speed of this upheaval left Daoist Hongjun unable to grasp why such a variable had arisen.
It had descended upon him in an instant, and as Xingtian's Flesh in his palm trembled ever more violently, ever more fiercely, this variable continued to unfold.
With every tremor, Daoist Hongjun's limbs, every bone, and all his flesh began to split, developing cracks in his Dao marks that could neither be reversed nor repaired.
Once those cracks appeared.
Daoist Hongjun could only watch helplessly as the many origin laws, magic treasures, divine abilities, and cultivation arts he had collected and consolidated since the Primordial World creation deserted him.
Before this, the nine Hongmeng purple qi he had treasured above all else and gathered within himself had escaped from his celebratory cloud.
And at that very moment.
The Good Fortune Jade Disc, through which Daoist Hongjun controlled the entire Primordial World, understood the course of its history and fate, and held the core of this plane's time and karma, was also stirring, intent on leaving him.
Such terror truly threatened to shatter Daoist Hongjun's liver and gall.
Bang, bang, bang!
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