"Pfft!"
Yuanshi spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with profound horror.
Had Laozi not intervened in time, the consequences would have been unimaginable!
At best, his foundation would have been utterly ruined; at worst, his soul would have scattered into oblivion!
"Ah..."
Upon the Dao Platform, Hongjun let out a quiet sigh as well.
This disciple of his still fell short in temperament!
Seeing Hongjun's disappointment, Yuanshi lowered his head, overcome with shame. He dared not dwell on it and closed his eyes to listen carefully to Hongjun's Great Dao.
Laozi and Tongtian could only sigh softly at this.
Clearly, Yuanshi had not truly severed his inner demon. Otherwise, this could never have happened.
But they could only sigh; there was nothing they could do to help him.
Even Hongjun was no exception.
The only one who could truly help Yuanshi destroy his inner demon and escape Daochen's influence was Yuanshi himself.
Yet Daochen could hardly be blamed. Yuanshi's own narrow-mindedness and contempt for everyone had led him to kick an iron plate, leaving him in this sorry state.
He could blame no one else.
The others had not noticed anything amiss with Yuanshi or Nüwa. They remained seated cross-legged with their eyes closed, earnestly contemplating Hongjun's Great Dao.
As time passed, Daochen's aura gradually settled after his recent breakthrough to the quasi-saint realm. The faint quasi-saint pressure surrounding him was drawn entirely back into his body.
Now, not a trace of imposing aura remained around Daochen, as though he had returned to his original simplicity!
He had stabilized his aura so quickly because the first corpse he severed upon breaking through to the quasi-saint realm was his Self Corpse. Had he severed his Good Corpse or Evil Corpse, this would never have been possible.
Just then,