Chapter 1225: The Excited Crowd! The Primordial World

Living beings can even transcend and become Hunyuan Daoluo Jin Xian by comprehending the Great Dao they created.

Both Tian Dao-level and Da Dao-level powerhouses exceed the understanding of Tai Shang Shengren, Pingxin Niangniang, and others.

Thus, Tai Shang Shengren, Pingxin Niangniang, and others do not know when the battle between Luo Fu and Ancestor Hongjun ended.

Tai Shang Shengren, Pingxin Niangniang, and others could not fully comprehend the Tian Dao-level clash, but they clearly saw Ancestor Hongjun's avatar torn apart by Luo Fu.

Tai Shang Shengren, Pingxin Niangniang, and others also knew that what appeared in the Chaos Void was merely Ancestor Hongjun's avatar.

Ancestor Hongjun, who had merged with the Tian Dao, could only manifest an avatar to fight others unless he abandoned his consumption of the Tian Dao.

Of course, even as an avatar, within the radiation range of the Tian Dao, it could unleash Ancestor Hongjun's full combat power.

In a certain sense, the avatar represented Ancestor Hongjun himself.

When the avatar was completely torn apart, it meant Ancestor Hongjun had lost utterly.

Tai Shang Shengren, Pingxin Niangniang, and others understood Ancestor Hongjun fairly well.

Unless utterly outmatched, Ancestor Hongjun would never allow Luo Fu to tear apart his own avatar.

The truth was indeed so.

Although Ancestor Hongjun was outmatched, it was mainly because he had trapped most of his spirit within the three thousand Great Dao chains sealing Ren Dao.

Yet his clash with Luo Fu did place him at a disadvantage—he had not been utterly defeated, but suffered massive losses.

"I never imagined, truly never imagined, that I would live to see the Dao Zu defeated."

Shua!

Tai Shang Shengren retracted his many avatars, reverted to his true form, and gazed at the Chaos Void with a deeply complex expression.

The image of Luo Fu tearing apart Ancestor Hongjun's avatar kept replaying in Tai Shang Shengren's mind.

Before Luo Fu's emergence, Tai Shang Shengren had never imagined Ancestor Hongjun could ever be defeated.

No—before Luo Fu tore apart Ancestor Hongjun's avatar, Tai Shang Shengren had never imagined Ancestor Hongjun could be defeated.

Even after Luo Fu revived Ren Dao and united Di Dao to suppress the Tian Dao, Tai Shang Shengren never imagined Ancestor Hongjun would lose.

To Tai Shang Shengren, even with these abilities, Luo Fu could only prevent Ancestor Hongjun from harming him—not more.

For Tai Shang Shengren, this outcome was already sufficient.

What the Primordial World most needed now was someone who could stand against Ancestor Hongjun.

As long as someone could stand against Ancestor Hongjun, he could no longer arbitrarily manipulate the fates of the Primordial World's myriad beings.

When Luo Fu revived Ren Dao and perfected Di Dao, Tai Shang Shengren's hope had already been fulfilled.

With Di Dao and Ren Dao constraining him, Ancestor Hongjun could never again act as recklessly as before.

But Tai Shang Shengren never imagined Luo Fu, relying on Di Dao and Ren Dao, could completely suppress Ancestor Hongjun—and even tear his avatar apart.

Not only Tai Shang Shengren; all other Shengren had also never imagined they would witness Ancestor Hongjun's avatar torn apart.

"Well done, Luo Fu boy! I've long wanted to do this! Hahaha! The sky of the Primordial World finally changes!"

Saint Tongtian laughed without restraint, staring at Ancestor Hongjun's avatar, his tone brimming with exhilaration.

Saint Tongtian had always been defiant; even toward Ancestor Hongjun, he held little reverence.

Before Luo Fu suppressed Ancestor Hongjun, Saint Tongtian had stood firmly with Luo Fu—let alone now.

Saint Tongtian had long resented Ancestor Hongjun.

Had his strength permitted, he would have long raised his sword and attacked Ancestor Hongjun.

"Indeed, this time, the sky of the Primordial World truly changes."

Nüwa also gazed at Luo Fu, her voice filled with both wonder and joy, her beautiful eyes sparkling with extraordinary light.

She never imagined Luo Fu could stir such a storm—toppling Ancestor Hongjun from his divine throne.

"Luo Fu, finish the remaining matters quickly—we're waiting for you to return to Gai Jiuyou for wine. This time, we'll drink until we're utterly drunk."

The Twelve Ancestral Wus also could not help speaking, their excitement barely concealed.

After their resurrection and learning the dark truths behind the Wu-Yao War, the Twelve Ancestral Wus burned with fury toward Ancestor Hongjun.

They did not care about their own deaths.

The Wu were born warriors; life and death meant little to them.

Precisely because they were born warriors, the Twelve Ancestral Wus wished to die in honorable battle—not through conspiracy and treachery.

Upon learning their deaths had all been part of Ancestor Hongjun's calculations, their rage was unimaginable.

Had their strength permitted, the Twelve Ancestral Wus would have stormed Purple Cloud Palace without hesitation.

"Indeed, I never imagined our Master could be defeated. Beyond heaven lies greater heaven; what is called Tian Dao is merely the Primordial World's Tian Dao."

Master Yuanshi, having regained self-awareness, could not help sighing.

Ancestor Hongjun's spirit was almost entirely consumed by the three thousand Great Dao chains and suppressing karmic curse forces, leaving no capacity to control Master Yuanshi.

Moreover, Master Yuanshi had lost his utility.

Having regained himself, Master Yuanshi finally awakened fully.

The so-called grand trend of Tian Dao was nothing at all.

With sufficient strength, altering the so-called Tian Dao's grand trend required only a thought.

The claim that Tian Dao's grand trend cannot be changed was merely Ancestor Hongjun's tool to tame the myriad beings of the Primordial World.

Only when fully controlled by Ancestor Hongjun did Master Yuanshi truly realize: his devotion to Tian Dao stemmed not from belief, but from fear—fear of Ancestor Hongjun.

Ancestor Hongjun was simply too powerful; before Luo Fu appeared, he loomed like Dashan over the myriad beings of the Primordial World, suffocating them.