Water Spirit did not dare utter a sound. There was nothing he could do-even if he had truly revived, even if he were at his peak, he would have been helpless against the present Dao Ancestor Hongjun and Daochen.
All the more so now, when his revival was still incomplete. He was nothing more than a fragment of a soul, and he still needed to find a sacrifice to revive.
Under these circumstances, forget finding a sacrifice-whether he could even continue to exist was in question.
Daochen glanced at Water Spirit, looking somewhat bored. This fellow was nowhere near as powerful as he had been in the ancient era of Chaos, when he had dared attack Pangu.
Now, he was merely a useless wretch clinging to his last breath.
Suddenly, Daochen spotted Fuxi in the crowd. He smiled in surprise, then turned toward Dao Ancestor Hongjun beside him.
"This fellow is merely a remnant left by history. There's no need to worry too much about him. Why not leave him to the juniors?"
Dao Ancestor Hongjun's gaze was blank. He gave Daochen a puzzled look, then nodded slightly. "As you wish."
He did not quite understand why Daochen had suddenly changed his mind.
Even if Water Spirit was merely a revived Demon God from Remote Antiquity, his current strength still surpassed that of a Quasi-Saint and had reached the Sage realm.
These Quasi-Saints alone would probably struggle to deal with him.
But since Daochen had already decided, Hongjun could hardly object. After all, they were enjoying a honeymoon period in their relationship.
Daochen looked at Water Spirit before him, a gleam of divine light flashing through his eyes. Under a terrifying pressure, Water Spirit instantly burst apart into a puddle.
Seeing this, Dao Ancestor Hongjun nodded slightly. "Excellent. That has