This primordial world is not serious!

Chapter 861 - 445: All Six Saints Take Action! (Part 2)

And the remaining half has always stayed in Xuanqing's hands.

Looking at this jade disc exuding supreme Dao charm in front of him.

Then looking at Xuanqing's innocent smile, as if saying "I really know nothing."

Taishang and Yu Chen exchanged a glance.

They understood everything.

The so-called "no contingency plan."

It's probably equivalent to what mortals call..."Next time, for sure."

Hmm, Yuanshi Tianzun said he couldn't calculate everything, anchor all truths.

But he didn't mention he had a backup plan for the upcoming situation.

The advantages of the past can still be used now.

Can you really call that a cheat?

"Let's go, meet him!"

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Sumeru Mountain.

Jieyin and Zhunti were also watching the resurrected Heavenly Dao Essence.

When they saw "Hong Jun" reviving by absorbing the Dao Fruit of the Eight Immortal Paths on Yujing Mountain, they suddenly realized.

"I didn't expect the Mixed Refining Six Paths Profound Truth can be used like this, truly learned something," Zhunti Daoist slapped his thigh.

Jieyin nodded and said: "Indeed, old Hong Jun is truly the most cunning deity in our Primordial True Realm."

"The other party probably planned from the start, when creating the path of Immortal Dao and attracting investments from all sides, exactly how to monopolize the peak of Immortal Dao!"

Though when everyone joined in the investment initially, they anticipated Hong Jun would definitely be the ultimate beneficiary.

But following Hong Jun's defeat by the Taiwei Gods, and his suppression under the leadership of the Holy Heavenly Emperor uniting the gods.

Jieyin thought this was the end for Hong Jun.

"Still underestimated him," Jieyin said with a sigh.

Zhunti Daoist said: "The resurrection of Heavenly Dao Essence, fine, but this guy absorbing the Golden Immortal Dao Fruit, isn't that a slap in our face?"

Doesn't this make their Golden Immortal lineage's development achievements a wedding dress for "Hong Jun"?

"What did Daoist Shaoyang say earlier, 'Dao Ancestor manifesting to stabilize Qiankun'? He must have been referring to the Three Pure Ones, right?"

"I think so too."

Jieyin nodded: "Isn't it well-known that the Three Pure Ones are revered across the Ten Thousand Worlds?"

"What Daoist Ancestor Hong Jun? That's just a Heavenly Dao Essence."

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Taixu Heaven, Wa Palace.

Nuwa watched as the Fusang Emperor rescued the Heavenly Dao Essence.

She shook her head: "What Kunpeng is the last loyal of Immortal Dao."

"It's just for fun."

"The true conscience of Immortal Dao still lies with Daoist Donghua!"

~~~

At the summit of Yujing Mountain, that five-story twelve-city manifested by the "Mixed Refining Six Paths Profound Truth" still stood silently, emanating an ancient yet majestic Immortal Dao aura.

And on that forbidden altar, Hong Jun, resurrected via Hao Tian's body, was slowly, adapting to this brand-new yet once familiar shell.

As the "Dao Ancestor Resonance" swept through All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds, in parallel universes and derivative worlds, the awakened "Heavenly Dao Essence" one by one abandoned the temporary shells they had occupied.

They transformed into small gleaming, translucent points of light, each containing "Heavenly Dao" information from different worlds.

These points of light penetrated innumerable world barriers, traversed endless chaotic voids, and like a magnificent meteor shower, all accurately converged into Hao Tian's spotless brow.

With each light point's integration, Hong Jun's indifferent eyes, which seemed to operate solely on Heavenly Dao rules, gained a sliver of the animation unique to "living beings."

This was the emotion and reason rediscovered from different worlds, different lives.

When the last bit of light completely merged, for the first time, a hint of genuine emotional fluctuation appeared on Hong Jun's face, as if carved from ice.

He slowly blinked his eyes.

Those eyes, still as deep as the universe, were no longer pure, icy machines viewing all beings as ants.

But now with a touch of... scrutiny, a bit of confusion, and also a part of... the individuality belonging to "Hong Jun."

"Are you... Hong Jun?"

The nearby [Fusang Emperor], cautiously stepped forward, closely observing him, his tone full of uncertainty.

He felt a bit panicked.

After all, that summoning spell just now included a long list of true names and titles.

If there was a mistake at any step, accidentally summoning the remnant soul of that old tricky Immortal Yang Mei, things could get dicey.

"Hong Jun," slowly turned his head and set his gaze on [Fusang Emperor].

That gaze, calm, but seemingly able to penetrate all his disguises and schemes.

He glanced at the other, lightly nodding.

"I am."

His voice, no longer as grand and merciless as the previous Heavenly Dao, had gained a slight... hoarseness of an elder, a touch of... age.

"But... why do I feel, you don't quite seem like him?"

[Fusang Emperor] remained unconvinced, muttering in a low voice.

Hearing this, a faint smile, filled with amusement, appeared on the otherwise expressionless face of "Hong Jun."

He fixed his eyes on [Fusang Emperor], slowly, asked back.

"If I am not Hong Jun."

"Then you tell me, who... is Hong Jun?"

This question, like a thunderbolt, struck hard at [Fusang Emperor]'s heart!

He instinctively looked up, glancing at the still-chaotic Heavenly Vault, disturbed by the aftermath of the Witch-Demon War.

He asked no more.

Because he knew, the true Hong Jun, who still had a close connection with the Heavenly Dao, absolutely would not have asked that question just now.