Purple Sky Palace.
Two Hong Juns sat facing each other, and the scene was deeply bizarre.
Upon hearing the Heavenly Dao phantom's words, Saint "Hong Jun" froze for a moment before seeming to realize something. A faint, ambiguous smile tugged at his lips.
"Oh~ I've pretended to be Hong Jun for so long that I nearly forgot I'm Ancestor Qian Kun."
As he spoke, he transformed back into his original appearance.
He wore a blue-gray Daoist robe and a tall purple crown binding his hair. His long beard drifted across his chest, making him look every bit like a reclusive immortal. Yet the frivolity and disdain on his face ruined that transcendent air.
If Nu Wa and the others had been here, their jaws would have dropped.
The Dao Ancestor Hong Jun they had believed in had actually been Ancestor Qian Kun in disguise, while the real Hong Jun had been within the Heavenly Dao all along.
It was no wonder they had failed to recognize him. During the Immortal-Demon conflict, many of them had not even taken form yet. Those who had were not qualified even to watch.
How could they have ever seen Ancestor Qian Kun or Hong Jun's true appearances?
"Did I lose? Hong Jun, why do you still not understand? The one who laughs last is the winner." With his hands behind his back, Ancestor Qian Kun circled Hong Jun as he spoke.
"Back when the Immortal-Demon conflict had just ended, you took advantage of Yin Yang and me being seriously wounded and not yet recovered. You drove us out of Hong Huang and forced us to wander through the chaos!"
"But you were the one who invited Yin Yang, Yang Mei, and me to join forces and kill Luohu! You promised that after we succeeded,