"Where is my chance to attain the Dao?!"
Hong Yun had not panicked even when Kunpeng tore his body apart, but now he completely lost his composure. No longer caring about Kunpeng, he frantically searched the Heavenly Pillar within Buzhou Mountain with his Spiritual Sense.
"No! No! I'll definitely find it!"
Hong Yun muttered under his breath, his eyes filled with disbelief, yet he found nothing.
"It was clearly there when I came out. How could it be gone?"
Hong Yun's eyes were bloodshot, but he still refused to give up. His Spiritual Sense searched over and over again. Yet gradually, not only could he no longer sense his chance to attain the Dao, even the vague guiding feeling vanished.
"My chance... is gone..."
Hong Yun stood there as though his soul had left him, his eyes clouded with gray. At last, the hope hanging in his heart died.
Though it seemed to have taken a long time, only a few seconds had passed.
"Will you hand over the Hongmeng Purple Qi yourself, or shall I tear apart your body and dig it out of your primordial spirit?" Kunpeng's cold voice snapped Hong Yun out of his daze. Hong Yun slowly turned his head and stared at Kunpeng. In an instant, boundless force erupted from him.
"It! Was! All! You!"
Hong Yun raised his palm and struck at Kunpeng, cursing viciously at the same time, "You mangy bird! You're a coward yourself, giving up your seat in the Purple Heaven Palace to Jieyin and Zhunti, then throwing the blame onto me!"
There were two things Kunpeng hated most in his life. One was being called a bird, and the other was the matter of giving up his seat in the Purple Heaven Palace. Hong Yun's single sentence struck both of