Wutian's magic power was very strong, surpassing that of the Blood Demon. After all, the two of them were respectively a divided soul of Luo Hou and a divided soul of Gungun, and Luo Hou was more powerful than Gungun, so naturally his divided soul was also more formidable than the Blood Demon.
However!
Wutian's magic power was inferior to Gungun's. More than a dozen years ago, he had been able to beat Gungun into a state of mortal downfall merely by relying on the blessing of the heavenly fate where the devil rose and the dao waned. Once that heavenly fate passed, he would definitely be no match for the returning Gungun, and by then he would simply be at the mercy of his true form to knead or flatten as he pleased!
Humph! Thinking of this, the Blood Demon let out a soft cold hum in his heart, yet outwardly he consistently maintained an expression of respect toward Wutian.
Wutian agreed to cooperate, and the matters that followed became much easier to handle.
As Wutian withdrew his divine ability, numerous Immortal Dao Great Powers all sensed that they could now leave the Primordial World and head toward Chaos.
Immediately, Nine Li, Xuandu, Duobao, and the others set off at once, rushing toward Chaos in hopes of inviting Houtu and the six saints back.
After all, Hongjun's primordial spirit had broken free from the shackles of the heavenly dao, yet on their side there was not a single saint left at present, which made these saint disciples feel utterly devoid of a sense of security.
In the void, an old man sitting cross-legged on a Puyun watched this scene, shook his head, and did not stop them. Raising two fingers and softly chanting a Boundless Heavenly Venerable, he