"Damn it!"
Hongjun frowned and cursed as he looked in the direction Kunpeng had departed.
Clearly, even Hongjun had been taken completely by surprise by Kunpeng's sudden betrayal of the Demon Race.
After all, until the witch-demon tribulation ended, the heavenly mandate remained uncertain.
Even Hongjun could not foresee everything.
Originally, after Gu Changqing and the Four Saints each withdrew, the Witch and Demon seemed capable of continuing their battle.
Moreover, if that great battle continued, it was highly likely that both the Witch and Demon would perish together.
That was precisely the outcome Hongjun wanted.
But unexpectedly, Kunpeng's actions had instead caused the fighting spirit of countless trillions of demons to collapse, as though their Dao Hearts had shattered.
With that, they could only be utterly crushed by the Witch Clan. There was no longer any doubt.
Could it be that Gu Changqing's schemes would ultimately prevail in this witch-demon tribulation after all?
Even with my personal intervention, could I still be no match for a single Gu Changqing?
At that thought, Hongjun felt not only tremendous anger, but also a deep unwillingness to accept defeat.
No!
How could I allow this?!
Then Hongjun's thoughts stirred, as though something had occurred to him.
"This... is actually an opportunity!"
He murmured to himself.
The next moment, Hongjun thought no further. With a mere thought, he vanished from the Zixiao Palace.
The sight left Haotian and Yaochi staring blankly.
They were numb!
Wasn't the exalted Dao Ancestor supposed to stand above all things, detached from worldly affairs and beyond the mortal dust?
Yet ever since Gu Changqing's rise, Hongjun had been forced to intervene in worldly affairs again and again.
Throughout the ages, there had never been another existence so defiant of heaven.
Meanwhile, in the Primordial World!
By then,