And it was precisely because of this.
Xing Tian had progressed so quickly.
He had practically raced ahead, even after Hongjun crushed his body and true spirit and clutched them in his hand, leaving him seemingly doomed beyond any hope of survival.
Yet his heart could still beat, and those tremors spread throughout the entire Primordial World.
And so, at this very moment.
The entire Primordial World was destroyed by the energy tremors emanating from Daoist Hongjun's palm!
All of Daoist Hongjun's flesh, his dao foundation, and every foundation of his Daoist School lineage turned to ash and vanished within those heartbeats.
At that moment.
Daoist Hongjun had finally grasped what was happening.
He now saw clearly that his conjecture about the heart formed from Xing Tian's flesh, which he held in his hand, had been wrong. It was not a sliver of Pan Gu's primordial spirit seeking to become an unforeseen variable and reconstruct its body in this plane.
This heart belonged to no one else. It was still Xing Tian, who had stood tall enough to brace heaven and earth with the Xing Tian Battle Axe in his hand.
Thump, thump, thump!
After Hongjun asked his final question, the white bone arm with which he gripped that heart shook with its beats, sending bone fragments flying.
Crack, crack, crack, crack, crack!
Daoist Hongjun.
Every bone in his body, everything that remained of him, suddenly collapsed toward his palm.
He left behind only one sentence:
"I truly cannot accept this."
Hongjun's unwillingness did not stem from his inability to defeat Xing Tian, who had turned defeat into victory despite being held in his palm.
Rather, before this unforeseen variable descended upon his Primordial World, he, the First Saint of heaven and earth, had never comprehended this extraordinary yet upright