A mantis trying to shake a tree.
Those words spread among all living beings, and not a single person spoke up to refute them.
A deathly silence hung between heaven and earth.
The Heavenly Dao Cage hovered high in the sky, shimmering faintly. The curled-up mass of demonic light within it had grown dim beyond measure.
Luohu's aura was almost impossible to detect.
Everyone stared at the scene.
Someone opened their mouth, then closed it again.
Who could have imagined it?
Demon Ancestor Luohu.
One of the most terrifying names in the Primordial World's entire history.
An existence who had stood as Hongjun's equal billions of epochs ago.
His rebirth had brought heavenly phenomena, with demonic qi flooding the Nine Heavens.
How many had believed a world-shaking catastrophe was about to descend?
How many had believed the Dao-Devil War would shatter half the Primordial World?
And the result?
He had tried to flee twice.
The first time, the Ninefold Shackles had dragged him back.
The second time, he had staked even his life, using self-detonation as cover, yet still failed to escape.
From beginning to end, Hongjun had not even moved from his spot.
One raised hand.
And it was over.
What was this supposed to be?
A tiger's head ending in a snake's tail?
No, it had not even amounted to a tiger's head. From Luohu's appearance to his suppression, only a few incense sticks' worth of time had passed in total.
"It's over? Just... over like that?"
A Loose Cultivator murmured, his face blank with bewilderment.
No one answered him.
But everyone's reaction had already said it all.
It was over.
Truly over.
On Golden Ao Island, all the Jie Sect disciples slowly withdrew the magical power protecting them and let out long breaths.
It was not fear.