The pinnacle of the nine heavens.
Taihong the Dao Saint passed through the thunder zone, entering the Purple Mist Palace with a slight sense of restraint to meet Hongjun.
"Master, this disciple has been unable to eradicate the Qin Dynasty's powerful figures from the ancient fierce mountains!"
Walking to the center of the hall, Taihong the Dao Saint respectfully bowed, speaking with a face full of regret.
"The Qin Dynasty has already become a force to be reckoned with!"
Hongjun sat upon a Dao blossom, his flowing black hair moved rhythmically, his Dao robe fluttered, exuding a transcendental air.
Around him, countless laws were entrenched, divine might manifested, as if he was the source of all Dao, emanating a powerful aura, prevailing over all things.
"Master, what do we do next?"
