Let us be reasonable: Hongjun was the very first Saint to appear in the Primordial World after Pangu cleaved the heavens and earth apart, and he had already merged with the Dao. To say nothing of Wutian, even if his True Form, Luo Hou, were pitted against him, he would not have held much of a chance at winning. But!
This was indeed an opportunity right now.
Hongjun had left the Primordial World, dragged down by his own True Form while all the Saints sealed him within the Saint Pagoda together. As for himself-the protagonist of the rise of the devil and the decline of the dao-he was currently blessed by Heavenly Fate and ruled the Primordial World. One could say that although he was not a Saint, he was no different from a Saint within the Primordial World at this moment.
Such as he was, if he mobilized all the fortune at this moment and communicated with Heavenly Dao through the body of the protagonist, cutting off its connection with Hongjun in an instant and then seizing the chance to replace Hongjun, it would definitely, definitely be fine!
Although he lacked absolute certainty, Wutian still cheered himself up in his heart.
Then, he took a deep breath, demonic light flickering all over his body, and raised both hands to strike heavily toward the top of his head. Boom! Instantly, a thick beam of light pierced through the firmament, and strange phenomena began to manifest across the entire sky of the Primordial World. Dark clouds obscured the sun, violent winds howled, and an ominous aura permeated everywhere.
Returning to the front of the South Heaven Gate, Silver Spirit and Black Robe along with the other two looked up at the thick demonic light piercing the firmament, the expressions of