Heavenly Dao Wheel, disintegrated.
Those billions of Law fragments, at the last moment when they dissipated into nothingness, released the most original Primordial Origin they carried.
There is no longer the final constraint of Heavenly Dao, and there is no longer that layer of distortion.
With the eagerness to return home, those Origin turned into torrents of extremely pure spiritual energy, rushing towards the devastated Primordial World land again.
The depleted spiritual veins were refilled in an instant, becoming even purer and more vital than before.
The dry rivers began to have new water sources out of thin air.
The broken Mountains and Rivers gradually healed under the renewed surge of Earth Vein.
A Destruction catastrophe that swept the entire world finally fed back the entire world in a silent way.
All things begin to revive.
And in the center where the Law debris completely dissipated.
A figure fell out of it in embarrassment.
It is Hongjun.
In other words, it was the former Hongjun.
At this moment, he was extremely miserable.
The purple Daoist Robe on his body, which symbolized Dao Ancestor's identity, had long since turned into ashes as Law disintegrated, revealing a dry, thin body covered with corpse spots.
His aura fell crazily at the speed of an avalanche.
Peak Heavenly Dao Realm?
The moment of youth that was gained through the self-destruction of the whole world has long since disappeared.
Heavenly Dao Integration Realm?
Heavenly Dao is completely broken, and it's nonsense.
Heavenly Dao Sage?
The foundation of his holy throne was uprooted and completely crushed under that finger.
Peak Quasi-Saint...Late Quasi-Saint...Mid-Quasi-Saint...
His Cultivation poured down along the collapsed foundation.
In the end, with the help of the broken Dao Fruit, I managed to hang on to my last breath, and I was able to stay in the realm of Early Quasi-Saint.
Moreover, the foundation was completely destroyed, Dao Fruit was shattered, and Primordial Spirit was severely damaged. Compared with the lowest-ranking listeners in the Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao Palace back then, they were all inferior.
It can be said that all his Cultivation, all his plans, and everything he has done for hundreds of millions of years.
Everything was cleared under that finger.
"Uh..."
Hongjun let out a painful groan from his throat.
His eyes regained a little of the lifelike look, but more of them were filled with endless confusion and deep-seated fear.
He remembered.
He thought of his fusion of Heavenly Dao, of his suicide attack, of that finger, of the glass-shattered roulette wheel...
He remembered how he transformed from a Players into a crushed Chess Piece.
"I... lost..."
Hongjun muttered to himself in despair.
He lost all his strength, all his reliance, and even his dignity as Dao Ancestor was completely crushed.
Now, he is just Cripple.
A lonely old man who Cultivation has hit rock bottom and whose fighting strength cannot even be suppressed by ordinary Daluo Golden Immortal.
He lost the blessing of Heavenly Dao and could no longer float above Nine Heavens.
Under the influence of Gravity Law's restored Primordial World, the body began to fall uncontrollably toward the mundane world below.
Phew.
The wind whistled in my ears.
This is the first time in hundreds of millions of years since he became Sage that he has felt this most basic sense of physical weightlessness.
He instinctively wanted to move Magic Power to stabilize his body.
But his empty body with broken meridians could not even lift half of Immortal Power.
He could only watch helplessly as he became a falling stone, falling straight from outside Thirty-Three Heavens towards the recovering Southern Jambudvipa land below.
Above Divine Land.
Gu Changqing took back that finger and held it behind his back again.
There was nothing Transformation in his expression from beginning to end.
To him, self-destruction that shatters a world is like piercing a spider's web.
He didn't even bother to take another look at the former Dao Ancestor who was falling towards the mortal world.
Kill a Cripple?
Not interested.
That will only dirty your hands.
Yang Jian and Nezha barely recovered from the shocking shock.
They looked at the falling figure, and then at their own Master's calm appearance, and for a moment they didn't know what to say.
Just... is it over?
The final BOSS who planned the entire Primordial World and caused a catastrophe that forced Master to take action.
Just like that, he was beaten to pieces with one finger, and then... fell down?
Isn't this... too hasty?
And Gu Changqing just completed a trivial thing.
He turned around and his eyes fell on the small temple that was even more dilapidated due to the shock wave just now.
His brows furrowed slightly again.
It seems that he is not very satisfied with the appearance of his Daoist Sanctuary.