Jade Capital Mountain drifted beyond the Primordial World.
Hongjun's Primordial Spirit sat cross-legged beneath a great tree, his eyes closed and his graying hair fluttering in the wind. He looked the very picture of an immortal sage. Any ordinary person who saw him would never doubt that he was a true immortal of profound cultivation.
Yet ordinary people would never know that this immortal's cultivation... had reached the pinnacle of the Primordial World.
"The age of the Devil's rise and the Dao's decline has ended. The time for the Immortal Dao to flourish has come again." Suddenly, Hongjun opened his eyes and spoke slowly.
As his words fell, the towering tree behind him stirred slightly and spoke. "Would an existence such as you still care about this so-called struggle between immortals and devils?"
"Even after becoming a Saint, I remained the Dao Ancestor; even after relinquishing my Saint Seat, I am still the Dao Ancestor. The Immortal Dao is my foundation, and the Demon Dao is Luo Hou's. Naturally, I must care about the struggle between immortals and devils," Hongjun said calmly.
"Hmm..." The tree's branches and leaves turned slightly, as though someone were turning their head to look in a particular direction. After a while, the tree spoke again. "The battle at the Heavenly Court is about to end. Wutian seems to have lost much of his magic power. He is no match for Ao Yue. The devils under his command have either fled into Chaos or followed the Bright Demon Beast to the Demon Realm in the Northern Lands. None of them can amount to much. But I fear few beings of the Immortal Dao today would heed your commands as Dao Ancestor."
"As long as they still cultivate the Immortal Dao and acknowledge themselves as beings of