Shattered.
The sight was utterly shattering!
In the Outer Chaos Region, that mouthful of crimson blood dissolved into a mist that filled the air, slowly drifting through the eternally unchanging chaotic void.
Within that bloody mist, faint strands of dazzling golden Dao Rhythm lingered. They were the source power of the Heavenly Dao Laws, the supreme imprint Hongjun had condensed through billions of Epochs of union with the Heavenly Dao.
Yet now, with that mouthful of blood, they had been forcibly shaken out of his body.
The Dao Ancestor spat blood!
Those words were like a thunderbolt spanning heaven and earth, exploding in the minds of all living beings. Their scalps prickled, their Primordial Spirits trembled, and they could barely contain themselves.
That was Dao Ancestor Hongjun!
He had wielded Heavenly Dao Authority for countless Epochs, the supreme existence in the Primordial World Heaven and Earth, the towering divine mountain no living being could ever surmount.
From Primordial Chaos to the creation of the Primordial World, from the Dragon-Han Tribulation to the Witch-Demon Tribulation, Hongjun had always sat in Zixiao Palace, looking down upon the rise and fall of heaven and earth and governing the fate of all beings.
Who had ever seen him bleed?
Who had ever seen him lose his composure like this?
Let alone suffer what he had today... a collapse of his Dao Heart?
No one.
Never.
For countless Epochs, Hongjun had always remained lofty and unfathomable, as though nothing between heaven and earth could shake him in the slightest.
But today, he had spat blood.
And he had done so before all living beings of the Primordial World, before Gu Changqing, Tongtian, Nuwa, and Houtu, and before his own ally, the Elder of Chaos.
That mouthful of blood was not merely the essence of his