The power unleashed when a perfected Quasi-Saint detonated himself was easy enough to imagine.
And Luo Hou was no ordinary peak Quasi-Saint. The force of his self-detonation was enough to destroy heaven and earth.
Had the Primordial World not been so vast, the devastation would likely have extended far beyond the Western Lands.
Hongjun gazed at the devastated Western Lands. Even his usual unruffled composure faltered, his expression turning grave.
Buzzz...
Heaven and earth suddenly trembled. Then the demonic energy that was still spreading destruction vanished without a trace.
But the Western Lands were no longer the vibrant realm of immortal spirituality they had once been. As far as the eye could see, the mountains were barren, and the spiritual energy that had once filled them was gone.
The most tragic victims were the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Tribes, sacrificed in the struggle between the Dao and the demonic path.
Though Luo Hou had fallen and the demonic energy had dispersed, the three tribes had suffered countless deaths and were already in decline.
To preserve their peoples, the three tribe leaders swore to withdraw their tribes from the stage of the Primordial World. The three tribes even used their own bodies to guard the Primordial World, granting the Heavenly Dao power over it.
Hongjun had no interest in any of that. Seeing the Heavenly Dao intervene, he looked up at the eye it had manifested above. "Luo Hou is dead. It is only fitting that I become a Saint."
The eye of the Heavenly Dao trembled.
Whoosh!
A streak of white light flashed past. When it appeared again, it was already within Daoist Hongjun's Violet Palace. The Great Dao manifested, unfolding endless mysteries. With the Heavenly Dao's help, Hongjun's comprehension of the Dao deepened.
"Sever!"
Suddenly, Hongjun used his supreme