At the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
Dressed in a gray Daoist robe, Hong Jun struggled to control Buzhou Mountain's collapse, afraid it would harm even more of Hong Huang's living beings. Not that he was being kind. He bore some of the karma for its fall.
Hong Jun was sick with regret.
"If I hadn't planted a trace of providence's source aura on Buzhou Mountain, Hong Yun would never have come here.
"If Hong Yun hadn't come, Kunpeng wouldn't have crashed into the mountain!
"And if Kunpeng hadn't crashed into it, I wouldn't have to bear this karma."
Regret tore through Hong Jun, but it was too late now.
If Hong Yun knew he had died and lost his Dao over a mere trace of source aura, he might have been furious enough to come back to life.
Yes, that old bastard Hong Jun had only planted a trace of aura on Buzhou Mountain. He hadn't put any source power there at all. That was why Hong Yun had circled the mountain like a donkey at a mill and found nothing.
"This wasn't supposed to happen!"
Hong Jun was at a loss. By his calculations, Hong Yun's body would perish while his Primordial Spirit escaped. Hong Jun would then reclaim the Hongmeng Purple Qi and the Heavenly Dao's providence, settling his karma with Hong Yun. By any reckoning, it was a win-win.
Win-win—Hong Jun won twice!
But he had never imagined that Kunpeng ruining Hong Yun's chance to attain the Dao would drive Hong Yun to detonate both his body and Primordial Spirit. Hong Yun's dying resentment had then sent Kunpeng crashing into Buzhou Mountain.
That made Hong Jun, who had been scheming from the shadows, the one ultimately responsible for the mountain's collapse.
So it wasn't that he wanted