"Hongjun, why exactly are you here?"
"Could this place really have some connection to the Primordial World?"
Tongtian slowly approached Hongjun, who had completely turned into a grayish-white stone statue covered in tiny cracks.
Tongtian sighed helplessly.
Though he had won this time, his heart remained unsettled for a long while.
The appearance of this Secret Realm had been strange enough in itself, yet now he had encountered Zixiao Palace and Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
Everything seemed to suggest that this place was connected to the Primordial World.
Tongtian raised his hand and lightly touched Hongjun's outstretched arm.
Whoosh!
The entire stone statue instantly turned into a skyful of grayish-white feathers that scattered on the wind.
In the blink of an eye, it had vanished completely before Tongtian!
Rumble, rumble!
A large purple Inner Core fell to the ground and rolled toward Tongtian. For some reason, he could muster no interest in this thing that could increase his cultivation.
Moreover, the moment he saw the Inner Core, he recalled those few hysterical words Hongjun had just spoken to him.
Clearly, this Hongjun had not been some illusion.
Yet Tongtian could also sense that Hongjun's true self had not actually been here.
The encounter had left Tongtian utterly lost in a fog, without the slightest clue.
Tongtian beckoned.
The Inner Core immediately flew into his hand.
"I still don't know what the hell that thing was. This Inner Core clearly has nothing to do with Hongjun either."
"Might as well use it."
Since he had no way to leave and no idea what was going on, increasing his cultivation as much as possible was far more practical and reassuring to Tongtian.
With a single thought from Tongtian,
the power within the Inner Core poured frantically into his body.
In no more than