"Oh right, I almost forgot about this set of deadly weapons."

"Daoist Hongjun", meticulous to the finest detail, saw that after Luo Hou's death, the Four Immortal Slaying Swords and the Array Map were ownerless, floating in the void, and he decisively picked them up.

Then he looked left and right but didn't see where the God Slaying Spear was.

"Ahem~~"

Daoist Lord Yu Chen noticed this, lightly coughed, "The killing weapon of my Demon Path, the Daoist Ancestor cannot take it away!"

"Daoist Hongjun" blinked.

"Aren't we on the same side? No need to be so clear about these things."

Despite what he said, "Daoist Hongjun" still handed the Four Immortal Slaying Swords and the Array Map to Daoist Lord Yu Chen.

Oh no, it was to Tongtian Demon Lord.

"And the Spiritual Treasures left by Hong Pangu, collect them all as well!"

The Three Pure Ones didn't decline their efforts and salvaged the Spiritual Treasures left by Hongjun in the Chaotic Space-Time one by one.

"Primordial Chaos Golden Bowl? Not bad, it's mine now!" Daoist Lord Yu Chen cheerfully fished out the Primordial Chaos Golden Bowl from a space-time fragment.

"The Golden Jiao Scissors is here, but where's the Treasure Money?" Xuanqing even specifically searched for the Treasure Money but found it had disappeared along with the God Slaying Spear.

Taishang also picked up quite a few good things.

"Let's go, let's go, Hongjun still has many fine items with him, we need to hurry and catch up." Taishang urged.

The Daoist Ancestor is gone, so the Three Pure Ones are responsible for receiving the inheritance.

The Demon Ancestor is gone, so the Three Great Demons are responsible for receiving the inheritance.

Reasonable and legal!

As for what reason, what law.

Of course, it's the truth of the Great Dao, the Pangu Technique!

Who dares to disobey?

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Defeated!

Defeated so thoroughly, so swiftly!

In the depths of the void, the Tai Chi Diagram drifted.

Hongjun sat cross-legged in the diagram, his eyes somewhat vacant.

And just when Hongjun's consciousness was struggling to consolidate amidst endless darkness and chaos, trying to find a glimmer of hope,

a group of Chaos Demon Gods' wills, like sharks smelling blood, traversed through layers of barriers and descended once again into his consciousness space.

"Hehehe... Hongjun, old friend, you've... failed!" a cold and sharp voice sounded first, carrying undisguised schadenfreude and a hint of sick excitement.

"What did we say? We've said it long ago, your so-called Heavenly Dao order is nothing but a castle in the sky, vulnerable to collapse! One day, you'll come crying to us."

Another voice followed, filled with ridicule and mockery.

"Tsk tsk tsk, just didn't expect, this day to come so soon!"

"So, Daoist? Now, are you willing to put down your pride and sit down to discuss terms with us?" yet another voice sounded, carrying a superior tone of charity.

A wave of hair-raising cackling, like countless steel needles, pierced into Hongjun's already weak Primordial Spirit.

One after another, indescribable presences with twisted forms exuding chaos and ominous aura slowly "awakened," casting a suffocating shadow in his consciousness space.

"Oh Hongjun, look at yourself now, truly pitiful." A Chaos Demon God seemingly composed of countless writhing tentacles and roaring mouths whispered, its will projection letting out a nauseating eerie laugh.

"You failed, thoroughly and disgracefully. Now, you can say you have nothing. The so-called Heavenly Dao spokesman, the esteemed position of Daoist Ancestor, all turned into fleeting smoke, hahaha!"

"But, don't be too despondent."

Another voice, seemingly gentler but with deeper malice, "You still have a chance for a comeback."

"As long as you're willing to trust us and engage in some 'small collaboration,' you can still be reborn, even stronger than before!"

"Indeed!" the earlier sharp voice sounded again, filled with greed and desire.

"As long as you... temporarily 'let' us use your body, lend it to us for a bit of fun!"

"Don't worry, we're very disciplined."

"Pangu's True Body is a rarity, we're just borrowing it for fun, just to experience what it's like to rule the Primordial Heaven and Earth, we won't 'go too deep,' and certainly won't completely seize you."

The Demon Gods added, as if discussing something trivial.

These Chaos Demon Gods, like vultures craving decay, hovered around the dying consciousness of Hongjun, attempting to divide his last value.

However, unexpectedly for them, even in such a dire situation, Hongjun's will after the initial disturbance gradually restored peace.

"If you don't want to die... then just roll away!"

A hoarse yet still indisputably authoritative voice emanated from the core of Hongjun's consciousness.

Hongjun had lost patience with these buzzing "flies."

"Why?"

The Chaos Demon Gods' voices halted in unison as if an invisible force had gripped their throats.

The immense will projections, with indescribable "expressions," seemed to freeze.

Why?

Countless massive question marks arose simultaneously in the minds of these ancient and powerful Chaos Demon Gods.

Even though Hongjun had utterly failed, his Primordial Spirit shattered, Dao Foundation damaged, virtually left with only a sliver of life, why was he still so assertive?

Why did he still have such confidence?

On what basis?

Even at this juncture, does he not understand his circumstances?

If he doesn't accept their "help," he only has a path to death!

Does he prefer total annihilation over bowing to them, these former "companions"?

"Different Paths, No Mutual Plans."

Though weak, Hongjun's voice was sharp and clear, piercing into the consciousness core of the Chaos Demon Gods like a sharp sword.

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