In the depths of chaos, the Sect Hierarch Tongtian wore a stern expression.

He fixed his gaze on the decrepit Tao Palace ahead, his face filled with disbelief.

This Tao Palace was once a place of solemn sanctity, but now it lay abandoned and in ruins.

The towering halls were no longer intact, and the broken corners and fractured pillars conveyed a sense of desolation.

It seemed to Tongtian that a cold wind swept through the Tao Palace, carrying with it a faint ancient aura.

In a corner lay a pool of murky foul liquid, strewn with fragmented, withered yellow petals, painting a picture of loneliness.

The Sect Hierarch Tongtian slowly walked into the Tao Palace, traversing the dilapidated palace.

His eyes swept over the surrounding environment, the broken stone steps bearing mottled traces.

Once, countless powerful beings had walked these steps, marking long prosperous years.

As Tongtian stepped further in, he saw a scene of disarray.

The color on the walls had long since faded, broken wooden columns were scattered everywhere, and beams creaked ominously, the whole Tao Palace seemed devoured by time, turned into a dilapidated ruin.

Faintly visible was a shattered plaque.

The Sect Hierarch Tongtian stared at the plaque, and barely made out several characters—Zixiao Palace.

Despite his suspicions, seeing these characters still made Tongtian's eyes reveal a deep sense of incredulity.

What place was Zixiao Palace?

It was the Taoist grounds of the Heavenly Dao Saint, Hong Jun Daoist!

Originally, countless mighty masters had listened to the Dao in this Zixiao Palace.

It could be said that Zixiao Palace was the most supreme place in all of Primordial Heaven and Earth!

Yet now, it had become nothing but ruins and rubble!

Who could believe this?

Who would dare believe this?

What Tongtian could not have imagined was that after carefully investigating this ruined Tao Palace, he found more than one trace of deliberate destruction.

In other words, Zixiao Palace was not abandoned by the Taoist Ancestor, but had been directly destroyed by someone!

A new question arose!

Who was capable of destroying the Tao Palace of Taoist Ancestor Hong Jun?

Or rather, who had the audacity?

As the Sect Hierarch Tongtian was deep in thought, a voice arose from the chaos and mist.

"You should not have come."

A figure shrouded in chaotic mist materialized in front of Tongtian.

The Sect Hierarch Tongtian frowned slightly, feeling the figure was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it in his memories.

"Who are you?" Tongtian asked.

"You should know who I am," the figure said with a smile.

"I do not know!" Tongtian responded coldly.

"Tongtian, do you not even recognize me?" The figure seemed surprised.

"Who are you... Who exactly are you?" Tongtian demanded suddenly.

"I am your master, Hong Jun Daoist!" The figure in the mist said calmly.

Hearing this response, Tongtian's eyes rapidly changed, and a storm surged in his heart.

"How could my master behave so evasively, even daring to impersonate my master? Who exactly are you!" Tongtian asked sternly.

He didn't believe the other's words.

As a direct disciple of Taoist Ancestor Hong Jun, how could he not recognize his own master?

Although he could not see the figure's appearance, from the tone and manner of speaking, he could tell that it was definitely not his master Hong Jun Daoist.

The figure in the chaos kept silent for a moment, then spoke with a laugh: "I've heard of your name, known that you are one of The Three Pure Ones, with the Taoist name Tongtian. You and your brothers have cultivated on Kunlun Mountain since the Creation of Heaven and Earth, and later became my disciples, studying the Immortal Path with me..."

"Ha, if you've heard of me, you must also know that I slaughter thousands of demons, and wield the heavy weapon of Heavenly Dao!"

Sect Hierarch Tongtian sneered and said, "Now you even dare to impersonate my master in front of me, do you really think I wouldn't dare to kill you?"

"Kill me?"

The figure in the chaos emitted a sneering laugh, looking at Tongtian jeeringly, "You'd better just be speaking, otherwise you will pay a price for it!"

"A price?"

"Yes, a price."

"Very well!"

Sect Hierarch Tongtian sneered and said, "Today, I, Tongtian, would like to see what means you have, daring to spout such reckless words!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tongtian reached out his right hand toward the figure.

His movement was unhurried, his right hand's fingers faintly glowing blue, directly reaching for the figure.

Being a Merit Saint of the Heavenly Dao, Tongtian could destroy heaven and earth with a mere gesture, it was no difficult task for him to reforge the elements and recreate a Primordial Heaven and Earth.

However, this seemingly casual grab of his right hand contained the ultimate truth of the Dao, encompassing all phenomena, making it hard to evade.

To his surprise, the figure in the chaos didn't try to dodge, but instead directly approached, actively moving closer to Tongtian.

Yet even so, Tongtian still could not discern the true face of the other.

Sect Hierarch Tongtian's expression darkened slightly, and in an instant, he grasped the wrist of the figure.

But this figure seemed to be completely merged with the chaotic mist, as Tongtian's right hand passed right through, despite the power of Dao's laws densely packed between his palm and fingers, he could not grasp the other at all.

"Who exactly are you?!" Sect Hierarch Tongtian demanded sternly.

"There is no name for me in this world," the figure in the mist replied with a slight frivolous voice, "But I can tell you why I have appeared to meet you."

"Ha" Sect Hierarch Tongtian sneered, waiting for what came next.

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