A deathly silence hung between heaven and earth.
Everyone's gaze rested on the figure slowly emerging from the sky.
Hongjun.
Yet he was not Hongjun.
At that moment, there was not the slightest trace of a living being's aura about him.
No anger.
No killing intent.
No desire.
Even the most basic fluctuations of emotion had ceased to exist.
With every step he took, countless laws manifested.
With every breath he drew, myriad streams of spiritual qi arose and perished.
It was as though heaven and earth were breathing.
The myriad Daos were breathing.
The Heavenly Dao was breathing.
"The Heavenly Dao in human form..."
Houtu gazed at that figure, her expression graver than ever before.
The Hongmeng Sacred Sword hummed softly in Nuwa's hand as the energy of creation surged ceaselessly.
Tongtian slowly tightened his grip on the Qingping Sword.
None of the Three Sages had imagined that the speculation Gu Changqing had casually voiced that day would actually come true.
The Heavenly Dao had taken form!
And it had taken form with Hongjun as its vessel!
"Hahahaha..."
The Elder of Chaos suddenly let out a bitter laugh.
His voice carried profound sorrow.
"Gu Changqing, you guessed correctly."
"The Dao Ancestor has become the Heavenly Dao's vessel completely."
"To be precise, he offered the last shred of his humanity, the last shred of his self, to the Heavenly Dao."
"In exchange, he became this... Heavenly Dao Incarnation."
A chill gripped the hearts of all living beings who heard him.
Hongjun had willingly sacrificed himself?
For the sake of power, he had even abandoned his own identity?
Then was the one standing between heaven and earth now Hongjun, or the Heavenly Dao?
"Bastard!"
Dijiang threw back his head and roared.
**"You thieving Heaven! How dare you occupy the world our