Chapter 754: Discussing the Dao with Hongjun (Lower)

No!

Xu Bodhi... Changgeng Shidi?

What... what is this?

In the main hall of Ling Shan, the Dharma body of Duobao Fo Zu, constructed from spiritual treasures, remained expressionless, while his true self hid within, his face twisted in distress as he kept patting his belly.

Earlier, he had seen Xu Bodhi standing alone and forlorn by the lotus pool and had gone over to tease him a bit!

Now, he felt an inexplicable sense of shame.

Duobao groaned inwardly, then shifted his gaze to the figure soaring toward the sky, sensing the unique rhythm of the Da Dao emanating from it.

Suddenly, he understood what that phrase "never left" truly meant.

Outwardly fleeing, while secretly cultivating in an underground lair!

It was a tactic he had often used in ancient times when snatching treasures!

Changgeng must have long ago replaced Xu Bodhi, using clever methods to disguise himself as Xu Bodhi.

But to think about it, Changgeng Shidi's mastery of the Jie Kong Da Dao had reached such an astonishing level.

And then there was the matter of Wukong.

As the lord of Buddhism, Duobao Dao Ren naturally understood the importance of the monkey and Jin Chan; the Tian Dao had already made it quite clear beforehand. He quickly calculated with his fingers, and the arrangements for the Journey to the West laid out before him.

So, what was the situation now?

The protagonist of the Tian Dao's highly anticipated Journey to the West calamity had spent several hundred years cultivating under Bodhi Laozu—that is, Changgeng Shidi!

This was equivalent to slapping the Dao Zu in the face twice over.

From ancient times to now, where had the Dao Zu ever suffered such humiliation?

At that moment, Duobao Dao Ren could only sum up his myriad thoughts in a single phrase:

"Wonderful, Changgeng..."

Unfortunately, he couldn't say it out loud right now.

Changgeng had told them not to interfere in the upcoming battle, but Duobao Dao Ren had his own plans, like finding an opportunity to rescue his own master.

But after careful consideration, Duobao realized that whatever he did now would be wrong.

If Changgeng won against the Dao Zu, all problems would resolve themselves;

If Changgeng lost this round, even if he found his master, he wouldn't be able to save him, and saving him wouldn't change anything.

The fate of countless living beings now rested on Changshou alone.

The Jie Kong Da Dao... was it meant to leave the Tian Dao completely empty?

Duobao let out a soft sigh, his heart filled with mixed emotions and complex thoughts.

His gaze pierced through the Dharma body, through the great hall, through the Ling Shan array, and fixed on that shining star high in the sky, with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

Li Changshou's figure rose rapidly.

He could feel the pressure coming from ahead, with layers upon layers of barriers emerging.

Ling Qi, Tian Wei, Tian Dao force, Dao Ze force...

The higher he flew, the stronger the resistance he faced.

The Dao Zu seemed... not yet ready to face him mentally.

Now there was no need to hide anything. Li Changshou expanded his Xian Shi, scanning toward Hua Guo Shan.

The battle there was still raging, but the demon clan's resistance had grown weak, reduced to mere mop-up operations.

Sun Wukong lay unconscious at the cliff's edge, the tidal surge of spiritual power in his body having subsided considerably, with multicolored rays of light appearing around him. The true Great Sage Equaling Heaven was about to emerge in this situation.

This monkey...

Suddenly, a vortex appeared above Li Changshou's head, radiating intense Tian Dao pressure.

He hesitated for a moment, circling the vortex, carefully calculating and observing its spiritual power structure, pondering the various scenarios that might unfold once he entered.

He couldn't just charge into an enemy's portal—it might be a trap, and then he'd be at a huge loss.

He absolutely couldn't underestimate any opponent, especially someone like the Dao Zu, who was most likely to strike unexpectedly.

After scrutinizing it for a while,

Until many great powers watching the scene understood his caution and collectively raised their hands to their foreheads in exasperation;

Until the Dao Zu's mouth twitched wildly, and he waved his hand to dispel the vortex's outer appearance, revealing the gateway inside directly and clearly.

Li Changshou sensed it for a bit, then smiled calmly and stepped into it with ease, his figure vanishing.

The sounds of insects chirping and birds singing came from ahead, and a familiar faint fragrance from the bamboo grove made him slightly dazed, as if he were back in the situation from his last visit to Zi Xiao Gong.

"Li Changshou."

The call came from ahead.

Li Changshou paused, and mist appeared around him, turning the ground under his feet a dark red, as if he were in some ancient ruins.

Taking half a step forward, the scenery changed again, with noisy voices growing louder, and in a blink, he was in a bustling market town.

An illusion?

Li Changshou chuckled but didn't break the illusion; he simply walked forward slowly, one step at a time.

The flowery world may dazzle my eyes, but the Dao remains in my heart.

If he tried to shatter these illusions, it would only prove their existence and trap himself within.

It was a very clever trap.

Li Changshou's Dao Xin remained unshaken; he walked unhurriedly until, after the thirty-third step, the illusions all dissipated, revealing the small bamboo house ahead.

The burly old Daoist stood there with a dark expression, glaring down at Li Changshou outside the door, grumbling,

"Come in."

Li Changshou cupped his hands and walked straight to the low table in front of the Dao Zu, sitting down cross-legged without waiting for an invitation.

One detail—the Zaohua Jade Dish that had always been on the low table was now gone.

The Dao Zu narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Li Changshou as if to confirm his identity.

Li Changshou said calmly, "Dao friend, I hope you’ve been well?"

"Hmph," the Dao Zu snorted coldly, "You dare to toy with me like this! Where do you get the confidence that I won’t strike at your friends and family?"

Li Changshou replied, "The living beings of the Three Realms are but ants in your eyes, something you can overturn with a flip of your hand.

Precisely because of that, you wouldn’t bother quibbling with ants.

Whether it's the clamor of the mortal world, justice or evil, rebellion or submission, you’d only find it noisy.

This is a difference in the levels of life. You stand high above and wouldn’t trouble yourself with them.

In simple terms, it's unnecessary.

If you really used such methods to coerce me, you would have lost the constancy of your Dao Xin, and thus already lost half the battle."

Hongjun Dao Zu's face returned to its previous calm, his eyes showing a hint of amusement as he said,

"Changshou, it seems you have a way to deal with me."

"This I can’t tell you," Li Changshou shook his head, then smiled, "Earlier, we had three rounds of our game. How about we add two more today, and settle who’s superior, five rounds to three wins?"

Hongjun said slowly, "Dao friend, this seems like cheating on your part."

Li Changshou retorted without backing down, "In the past, you used the Heavenly Punishment to destroy the Jie Jiao and secretly ambushed Tongtian Shishu to seize control of the situation—that was the real cheating."

Hongjun fell silent, gazing at the young Daoist before him.

This was merely Li Changshou's false body.

And this false body had been in the Hong Huang for nearly a millennium; whatever Li Changshou had done or arranged, the Tian Dao had detected nothing. This was what the Dao Zu dreaded most.

Especially, given Li Changshou's temperament...

"Dao friend, do you now have ninety-eight percent of the means to deal with me?"

"More or less," Li Changshou said, a faint light flickering in his eyes as he admitted it directly, making the Dao Zu even more uncertain.

Silence fell in the bamboo house.

Li Changshou casually took out a tea set from his sleeve, plucked two bamboo leaves from outside to use as tea, and began brewing.

He arranged everything quietly, his demeanor relaxed and at ease, without a trace of fear or worry, as if he were simply here to make tea for the Dao Zu.

An empty city ploy.

"Please, Dao friend," Li Changshou pushed a cup of tea toward him.

Hongjun reached out to take it, placed it before himself, and suddenly chuckled, "In that case, let’s chat."

"Dao friend, where would you like to start?" Li Changshou pondered, "I know quite a lot... basically, I’ve figured out your origins."

"The information left by that guy?"

"Half," Li Changshou said, "Or rather, a small half. The other half is written in the world itself.

There’s a saying that might not fit perfectly here: Man proposes, heaven disposes.

Everything you’ve done is recorded in the Hong Huang world, etched in the gates of the Da Dao, existing in those great Daos.

Yes, you probably don’t understand this deeply, since you have the Zaohua Jade Dish. You can use it to deduce the three thousand Daos and also to complete the Tian Dao while seizing control of it."

Hongjun nodded slowly, a trace of realization in his eyes.

"It seems the Ping Heng Da Dao has given you many benefits."

"No," Li Changshou said calmly, revealing a small secret, "It’s Ling E’s Dao.

Ling E entered the Dao through copying the Steady Character Scripture, but her Dao has little to do with the scripture itself. Her Dao lies in the act of copying, in the resistance and helplessness she felt each time I punished her, forcing her to copy the texts, leading to her insights.

I call this the Dao of Reading and Writing, or the Dao of Reading.

But Ling E’s cultivation is too low; she hasn’t yet discovered the mysteries of her own Dao. This Dao has a wonderful use: it can read the information carried by all things.

I secretly cultivated her Dao, which allowed my own Dao realm to advance rapidly.

This is actually one of my biggest trump cards."

Hongjun Dao Zu couldn’t help but laugh and sigh,

"My passivity today stems from Ling E’s Dao? I never paid her any mind, seeing her only as your subordinate being.

Who would have thought...

You truly deserve your reputation, forcing even your junior sister to cultivate such a Dao realm."

"You flatter me," Li Changshou said with a sincere smile, "It’s her extraordinary comprehension."

"Good, what extraordinary comprehension," Hongjun narrowed his eyes slightly, "What about you? How do you rate your own comprehension?"

Li Changshou was silent for a moment, then sighed, "Plain and unadorned. Before Golden Immortal, many of my epiphanies came from your guidance. After the Golden Immortal tribulation, many insights came from the fusion of the Ping Heng Dao with myself.

If you don’t know what to chat about, how about I start?

Let’s talk about Senior Lang.

What was his name?"

"If you call him Senior Lang, then let’s call him Lang," Hongjun sighed, "He was an old friend of mine, but originally resided within Fuxi of ancient times.

Yes, the second primordial spirit method.

You used the second primordial spirit method combined with the heavenly demon Dao to replace Xu Bodhi."

"Actually, no," Li Changshou said, "I used a method similar to the second primordial spirit, called the Mimic Primordial Spirit method. It’s a secret of the Paper Daoist Dao.

I’m sure you already know."

Hongjun Dao Zu laughed, "You’ve indeed realized it."

Li Changshou raised an eyebrow, "You’ve indeed known for a while."

The two Daoists exchanged light laughs, sharing a moment of understanding.

Hongjun Dao Zu sighed softly and said slowly, "Changgeng... Changshou, we don’t have to go to the point of no return. You want the heavens and living beings to achieve balance; these things can be discussed.

As long as you can offer leverage that truly threatens me, I’ll step back."

Li Changshou said seriously, "You don’t need such rhetoric. My trump card is already on the table; I’m just giving you some final dignity.

If you release your connection to the heavenly origins, I’ll naturally spare your life."

Hongjun laughed, "Such bold words—are you just stalling for time?"

Li Changshou smiled, "Stalling for what? With this Jie Kong Da Dao, you can’t completely erase me; you can only seal me, and this is just one of my false bodies.

I do have full preparations to forcibly suppress you; I’m only doing this out of some old sentiments.

You’re not truly evil; you’ve just grown accustomed to controlling the heavens and lost reverence for living beings."

"Reverence? What reverence?

Living beings are mere trifles, and I’m but a mayfly. The heavens are eternal.

The heavens created living beings and gave them a place to dwell, yet living beings plunder the heavens with their selfish desires, burdening it beyond measure."

"You’re the greatest plunderer of all."

"No," Hongjun stared at Li Changshou, "I haven’t plundered."

"Just controlled?"

"What’s wrong with control?"

Hongjun countered, "The heavens need a helmsman; living beings need a guardian. What’s needed between the heavens and living beings isn’t balance, but clear boundaries and mutual respect.

Without me, the heavens would have spiraled out of control long ago; there wouldn’t be today!"

Li Changshou argued,

"Things that haven’t happened are mere speculation. You’re using the current state of the heavens as your own Dao fruit—that’s overly arrogant.

Today’s world, though following the script you’ve written, is the result of living beings moving forward beyond that script’s framework.

Even so, the heavens and the Three Realms have had many chances to walk a path of greater harmony, yet you’ve steered them to this point.

This isn’t helming or guarding.

It’s imposing shackles on the heavens and cages on living beings, all to satisfy your desire for dominance and your inner selfish desires."

Hongjun said, "The power of living beings is like the Yellow River waters of your old home; without dikes to contain it, it would flood into disaster."

Li Changshou replied, "But the Yellow River dikes start from the low plains and stand on the ground. If the waters flood again, the consequences would be dire. Better to protect the upper reaches than build dikes."

Hongjun continued, "The Yellow River’s turbidity is the result of living beings’ activity; their greed created those vast red-yellow lands.

Take that great river in the south; living beings settle by the water, occupying the fertile soil nearby. How can they blame the river for flooding?"

Li Changshou paused and said, "But the Tian Dao isn’t a river dike; you’re twisting the concept.

Your Tian Dao protects the heavens, protects the river itself;

While the dike exists to protect the people along the river.

A flood is both a natural disaster and a human one. Living beings plunder nature and face its retribution; that’s the balance of living beings’ Dao.

The relationship between living beings and nature is hard to summarize in one word; it’s something living beings must seek.

Finding balance in dynamics, exploring paths in change.

I don’t think everything living beings pursue is right, nor that everything they do is correct. Trial and error requires a price, but it’s better than stagnant waters waiting to rot.

Isn’t that so?"

Hongjun smiled and shook his head, "Our Daos are indeed different."

"Discussing the Dao is still premature."

Li Changshou gestured invitingly, and the two raised their tea cups, each taking a sip to moisten their throats, then said,

"Back to the earlier point—how about we play two more rounds?"

"Oh?"

Hongjun smiled, "Which two?"

"The fourth round: Sun Wukong causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace," Li Changshou said, "Let’s see if he can storm into the Ling Xiao Hall."

Hongjun said indifferently, "This has no real meaning; you’re just using this to protect Sun Wukong’s life, so I won’t directly kill this flawed chess piece.

Dao friend, you’re quite sentimental.

No need for a fourth round; I’ll watch this play with you and see how the Heavenly Court situation develops.

If I intervene, I lose that round. How about it?"

Li Changshou smirked, "Then I’ll take this advantage."

Hongjun smiled without speaking and tapped the table in front of him; ripples spread across it, showing Sun Wukong in a state of slumber.

The bamboo house fell quiet again, waiting for the monkey to wake.

After a while, Hongjun said slowly,

"You mentioned Lang earlier—what kind of person do you think he was?"

"Hard to say," Li Changshou replied, "If I had met Senior Lang in my previous life, I probably wouldn’t have much to do with him."

"Oh? Because of the Xi He matter?"

"No," Li Changshou shook his head, "Among my friends in my previous life, some had messy personal lives, but that was their private business.

Though I’m a conservative in values, I wouldn’t cut ties over that.

Dao friend, if my guess is right, Senior Lang wasn’t very successful in his previous life."

"You could say that," Hongjun sighed, "He told me about his past life; he always had some unresolved regrets."

Li Changshou said, "So he committed suicide?"

"Oh?" Hongjun showed a thoughtful expression, "Suicide? I didn’t know about that."

Li Changshou smiled, "I mean, Senior Lang’s insistence on returning to the Hong Huang and fighting you, only to be shaken to death by you and the Tian Dao together—isn’t that the same as suicide?"

Hongjun chuckled and sighed, "He was the most troublesome enemy I ever encountered, and in the end, he was defeated by his own moment of benevolence."

"For you, was Senior Lang more troublesome than my teacher, Tai Qing?"

"Yes," Hongjun said, "I know Tai Qing’s temperament inside and out, but Tai Qing doesn’t know me.

Lang and I knew each other’s roots; that’s what I dreaded most."

Li Changshou nodded slowly and took a sip of tea.

Hongjun asked, "Why do I always feel like you’re bluffing? Why not share some secrets about Lang, so I can feel at ease continuing this game instead of just erasing you?"

Back to the familiar trump card verification.

Li Changshou nodded calmly and said softly, "Senior Lang didn’t want to live back then for three reasons. I’ll tell you one by one. How about that?"

The Dao Zu adjusted his posture to sit more comfortably. "Go on."

Li Changshou said, "This goes back quite far; it starts with the Hong Huang Residents’ Committee...

Dao friend, you should be familiar with that name."

The Dao Zu nodded with a smile, showing no surprise.

Li Changshou glanced at Sun Wukong’s situation and continued unhurriedly,

"The Hong Huang Residents’ Committee, also known as the Hong Huang Street Office, was probably a name Senior Lang came up with casually, mostly for fun.

I can’t confirm exactly when it started being used, nor can I fully identify its members—that I’ll explain later with my analysis.

But what’s certain is that this Hong Huang Residents’ Committee has been deciding the direction of the Hong Huang world for a long time.

Based on Senior Lang’s records, his disagreements with you likely arose in the middle ancient period, before the great war between humans and the demon court—that was when your conflicts erupted.

That’s the first reason Senior Lang chose to end his life.

He had irreconcilable differences with you."

Hongjun smiled, "Be specific?"

Li Changshou thought for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully.

Hongjun added, "Such a shallow deduction—anyone with a bit of information could guess it; it’s not enough to surprise me."

"It’s complicated," Li Changshou said, "If I do that, I might as well combine the first and second reasons.

Though they’re two separate causes, they’re interconnected.

If my guess is correct, you proposed two things back then.

First, use the Feng Shen calamity and the Journey to the West as the final calamities of the Hong Huang world, sealing living beings’ selfish desires with these two events, turning the six saints into the foundations of the heavens, and developing the Hong Huang world into a unified whole to endlessly exploit the Hun Dun Sea.

Second...

To have the Hun Dun Sea swallow the universe where Earth is located."

Hongjun’s pupils contracted slightly, his expression complex as he stared at Li Changshou coldly,

"He couldn’t have told you these things, and you couldn’t have learned them from anywhere.

Dao friend, are you bluffing me?"

Li Changshou smiled,

"What is immortality?

I’ve been pondering this for a long time. Immortality is endless lifespan; in the Hong Huang, it’s not just becoming a Golden Immortal—Golden Immortals are merely long-lived parasites in the heavens.

True immortality in the Hong Huang is transcendence.

Once a being achieves immortality, they crave endless energy.

But you overlooked one point, which is the flaw I’ve always pointed out in the system you designed."

"Oh? I’d like to hear more."

"The changes in the Hun Dun Sea."

Li Changshou waved his hand, and a gray mist appeared beside him, seemingly no larger than a palm yet containing boundless mysteries.

Li Changshou continued,

"Pangu God opened the heavens, and the Hun Dun Sea is no longer the chaotic sea it once was, even if this world is just a small region in it.

The Hun Dun Sea began evolving toward order, but this evolution is constantly disrupted by its own attributes.

You should already know the second law of thermodynamics: all things tend from order to disorder, that is, entropy increase.

The act of opening the heavens was a process against entropy; Pangu God’s axe strokes were negative entropy notes for living beings.

In simple terms, Pangu God hunted the Hun Dun gods and demons, accumulated enough energy, and used it to carve out an ordered Hong Huang from the disordered Hun Dun Sea.

Since then, disorder has been eroding order; the edges of the heavens slowly become disordered.

Unless there’s a new energy source.

In ancient and early upper ancient times, Xuan Du City flourished, and the beings of the heavens explored the Hun Dun Sea, trying to turn Hun Dun energy into Ling Qi—that’s the instinct of life.

Resisting the law of entropy increase.

But standing outside all things and beyond the Da Dao, you and Senior Lang understood that between the Hong Huang heavens and the Hun Dun Sea, there are only two outcomes.

Either the Hong Huang beings successfully resist entropy increase and turn the Hun Dun Sea into a endless source of Ling Qi for the Hong Huang;

Or return to disorder, with the Hong Huang heavens merging back into the Hun Dun.

Now, the Hong Huang heavens are enveloped by the Tian Dao barriers, prepared to swallow the Hun Dun Sea; your first plan is basically complete.

But you’re not stopping there; you’re worried that the Hun Dun Sea might one day be exhausted, and the Hong Huang heavens will reach another end.

Extinction.

So, with great foresight, you thought of Senior Lang’s homeland—a world parallel to the realm of the Hun Dun Sea.

The universe where Earth is located."

Hongjun sighed slowly and waved his sleeve; two vague illusions appeared around them, and their voices reached Li Changshou’s ears.

The figure that seemed to be Senior Lang shouted,

"I disagree! You bastard, Hongjun! That’s my hometown! Don’t even think about swallowing Earth—if you steal even a bit of matter, that universe won’t withstand the pressure from other parallel universes and will prematurely extinguish!

I won’t do this!

Come with me, follow me to the Hun Dun Sea!

Leave the Hong Huang heavens!

I can’t let you destroy the Hong Huang left by old brother Pangu!"

Then came Hongjun Dao Ren’s sigh.

Hongjun Dao Zu waved his sleeve again, and the illusion vanished.

A breeze rustled the bamboo grove, and Hongjun Dao Zu’s figure seemed to stoop a little.

Li Changshou nodded and said, "It matches my guess; that’s when you and Senior Lang truly fell out."

Hongjun laughed, "How did you guess all this?"

"It’s simple, really. I was thinking, why did Senior Lang have to go to the Hun Dun Sea before fighting you?

Eliminate all possible explanations, and whatever’s left, no matter how absurd, is the truth."

Li Changshou continued,

"There must be a mysterious gap in the Hun Dun Sea, a door between realms, the path Senior Lang took to come to the Hong Huang.

Senior Lang went to the Hun Dun Sea back then to conceal that gateway and hide it away.

Similarly, that’s why, after discovering I was from the same place as Senior Lang, you showed me such favoritism and opened so many doors for me.

You groomed me to become the one who escapes, not mainly to stabilize the heavens or evolve the Tian Dao.

You wanted me to wander in the Hun Dun Sea, decipher any clues Senior Lang might have left, and complete what he didn’t.

Find the gap between realms, descend upon the universe where Earth is, and devour its energy!

Use that energy to greatly extend the lifespan of the soon-to-be-extinct Hong Huang heavens and continue fighting entropy increase at the end of Hong Huang.

Of course, as your chess piece, I served multiple purposes."

Hongjun Dao Zu fell silent, staring into Li Changshou’s clear eyes, at a loss for words.

Li Changshou smiled, took a sip of tea, and said,

"I’m a cautious person; I never believe in benefits without reason, nor that you’d truly favor a being like me.

Your biggest flaw was leaving the Kun Peng ship for me.

If you couldn’t deal with the Kun Peng, that doesn’t make sense.

You’ve been on the Kun Peng ship and know all its secrets; you saw it as the hope for Hong Huang’s future, just lacking a navigator.

You also rummaged through the books there and took the two most important ones.

And that stone tablet in the control room—wasn’t that left by you?"

Hongjun Dao Zu showed a hint of confusion and asked, "If you already knew all this, why not publicize it?"

"This can’t be publicized; it’s you considering the Hong Huang heavens, so the beings of Hong Huang should stand with you."

Li Changshou shook his head helplessly and said softly, "Actually, you were wrong."

"Oh?"

Hongjun smiled, "Where was I wrong?"

"You got the understanding wrong," Li Changshou whispered, "The realm of the Hun Dun Sea and the world where Earth is aren’t parallel universes, and there’s no pressure from parallel universes.

You were too influenced by Senior Lang, and his understanding was just the product of some scientific imaginations from my old home."

Hongjun said, "What’s your insight?"

"Yin and yang, positive and negative."

Li Changshou sighed,

"The Dao gives birth to one; one means existence.

One gives birth to two; two means the opposition of yin and yang.

The void is nothingness; in nothingness, positive and negative particles appear, and under certain circumstances, they trigger two completely different tides, birthing realms in the tides.

These two realms are one positive and one negative, beautiful ripples born in the void."

The Dao Zu’s face turned somewhat sinister as he said coldly, "Evidence."

Li Changshou replied, "The yin and yang attributes of these two realms are just differences in definition and naming; the essence is like this. The matter and energy from my old home can’t exist in this realm.

Forcing it over would only cause annihilation."

"How do you explain your and Lang’s crossing?"

"Anything at the same level as the void is the true spirit," Li Changshou said, "And I suspect that void tides are caused by the massive self-dissolution of true spirits."

Hongjun fell silent, lowering his head to look at the tea cup and his reflection in it.

"This is just your speculation," Hongjun said, "I must see the answer with my own eyes.

No matter what, everything I’ve done is for the long-term existence of the Hong Huang heavens."

Li Changshou chuckled coldly and shook his head slowly.

"Don't deceive yourself. If it were truly for the heavens’ good, you wouldn’t have incited the dragons and phoenixes to shatter the Hong Huang.

If it were truly for the heavens’ good, you would have stopped Luo Hu in advance, instead of playing the savior at the end and awakening the Tian Dao!

You exposed the flaws in Pangu God’s defensive system and seized the opportunity to control the Tian Dao!"

Li Changshou said indifferently, "You just wanted to prove that you’re stronger than your original self, that you’re more suited to exist, so you could right fully erase your original self.

Am I right? Senior?

More precisely, Senior Lang’s inner demon, Senior Lang’s Dao heart demon, Senior Lang’s good corpse, the false persona born from Senior Lang’s drifting in the Hun Dun Sea.

Dao Zu, Hongjun.

The only single-true-spirit being in the Hun Dun Sea besides Senior Lang."