"Why doesn't the Ancestral Master go? With your strength, surely the Void cannot stop you!"
Wang Yang asked.
After all, Yang Mei had attained his opportunity outside the Void. If Hongjun also ventured out, perhaps he too could gain sufficient opportunity?
"I have already merged with the celestial Dao; wherever the celestial Dao exists, there I am."
Hongjun shook his head. Merging with the Dao indeed had greatly increased his strength, making him the strongest Saint in the Three Realms.
But at the same time, it bound him, ensuring he could never step away for the rest of his life.
Wang Yang fell silent. Were it not for the current crisis of the Three Realms, who could have imagined that someone as powerful as Daoist Ancestor Hongjun would have his own troubles?
Such a thing seemed utterly impossible to others.
In the Jade Belt Palace, Hongjun, who had been pacing, stopped. He had Wang Yang come alone this time not only to speak these words but also to lend Wang Yang a hand.
