That voice...
It was the Dao Ancestor!!!
Almost the instant that low sigh rang out, every living being in the Primordial World fixed their gaze on the figure stepping out of the void.
Hongjun had finally appeared!
Even the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, Zhunti, Daochen, and Nüwa turned their eyes toward Hongjun almost simultaneously.
With Hongjun here, there was a chance to turn everything around!
"We pay our respects to the Dao Ancestor. May you be at peace."
As Hongjun descended, almost every living being in the Primordial World knelt at once and bowed to him.
"We pay our respects to our teacher."
Those who had gone to the Purple Heavens Palace to hear his teachings addressed Hongjun as their teacher, and Daochen was no exception.
Having listened to Hongjun preach three times, even without any formal ceremony, and even if Hongjun himself did not care, they could still count him as their teacher. Addressing him that way was only reasonable.
"Mm."
Hongjun nodded slightly, a trace of complicated emotion entering his eyes as he looked at the nearly dissolved forms of Dijiang and the others.
"You once did me a kindness. Saving you today will repay that karmic debt."
Hongjun sighed softly.
The next moment, Hongjun pointed with one hand, and the showers of brilliant light in the boundless void seemed to fall under the restraint of an invisible force.
Time and space reversed.
In an instant, the illusory forms of the Twelve Ancestral Witches became solid once more.
Although their bodies had become solid, their eyes remained tightly shut, with no sign of awakening.
The only difference was that faint traces of life now stirred within the bodies of Dijiang and the others. They were exceedingly weak, like guttering candles in the wind that might go out at