His awareness remained confined to his own limited abilities. Since he was the Heavenly Dao himself, his command of the Great Dao was second nature.
He could use the Great Dao to handle almost anything.
But his control over his body was far weaker.
He was not the sort of powerhouse who could fight with his body.
In fact, he considered anyone who relied purely on strength a brute among brutes. He had never truly respected Demon Emperor Daochen, mainly because Daochen focused on proving the Dao through force-and the simplest, most fundamental kind of force at that.
To him, Daochen was simply a savage bull that knew nothing of twists and turns, always thinking of solving everything with violence.
Yet most of the time, violence was not even necessary. Daochen merely had to wave a fist, and almost everyone would obediently do as he said.
But the more this happened, the more the Heavenly Dao looked down on him.
Sometimes, however, there was nothing he could do about it.
He had to admit that the Demon Emperor was truly powerful. He had pushed strength to its utmost limits, reaching the heights Pangu had once attained. In that respect, the Heavenly Dao still admired him.
Although the Heavenly Dao's memories of Pangu came only from poring through Dao Ancestor Hongjun's memories.
It was frustrating, but only in an emergency like this had he managed, by sheer luck, to awaken Hongjun's instinct to survive.
Heavenly Dao Hongjun hesitated no longer.
After all, the main force from the Primordial World had already fled.
This fellow had never given the others a second thought.
He had simply let them escape.
In his eyes, they probably could not accomplish anything even if they fled back to the Primordial World.
As long as he could