Fengshen: I, Nezha, don’t need a system

There was silence in Zixiao Palace, but at this time, there was a suffocating tense atmosphere.

Taoist Hongjun, who was usually calm and wise, was rarely angry at this moment.

His body was trembling slightly, exuding an indescribable aura of majesty.

Just standing inside the palace, every inch of the walls and every inch of space seemed to be unable to withstand his anger, and spider web-like cracks began to appear.

The originally spacious and magnificent hall that once accommodated three thousand guests gradually collapsed in these cracks and turned into pieces of nothingness.

"What a great skill, Taiqing!"

Taoist Hongjun's voice sounded like thunder, carrying deep anger and disappointment.

He was breathing heavily, as if every breath contained endless pressure.

For countless centuries, he had been working hard to heal his inner emotions, but at this moment, all his efforts collapsed in an instant.

"I really underestimated you, Taiqing."

Taoist Hongjun's eyes shone with complicated light, including astonishment at Taiqing and doubts about his own judgment.

"I didn't expect that you would be so decisive. You are worthy of being the one who can break my prophecy that only the Four Saints cannot be broken and push Tongtian into a desperate situation."

There was a hint of helplessness and regret in his words, as if he was both admired and saddened by Taiqing's performance.

Perhaps, in Taoist Hongjun's heart, Taiqing should have been a trustworthy and reliable existence, but the current situation caught him by surprise.

The most incredible people, doing the most incredible things.

Give up the throne...

Once upon a time, everyone fought tooth and nail to compete for the holy throne, just for the supreme glory and power. However, to give up so easily now was completely beyond Hongjun's expectation.

"Tiandao has returned the Pangu merits gained, and Taiqing's talent has also returned."

Taoist Hongjun slowly raised his hand, and saw a mysterious aura in his hand - Hongmeng Purple Qi!

This purple energy has a bridge connecting to the way of heaven, allowing the quasi-sage to be directly promoted to a saint of the way of heaven.

It is worth noting that this is not the Hongmeng Purple Qi that was lost in the ancient world, but the Hongmeng Purple Qi that originally belonged to Taiqing.

After forcing out the Hongmeng Purple Qi and dethroning the holy position, this Hongmeng Purple Qi automatically returned to Hongjun's hands, which can also be said to have returned to the control of Heaven.

.........

Taoist Hongjun stood up.

The Zixiao Palace, which should have been in a mess, was now enveloped by the spread of invisible fluctuations.

space.

building.

Everything is back to normal at this moment.

"If you make this choice, then let me see what you have to rely on."

Taoist Hongjun didn't feel that Taiqing had given up, he just thought that Taiqing must have found something, which was worth giving up.

Taoist Hongjun raised his hand again, and another beam of Hongmeng purple energy appeared.

This one was the Hongmeng Purple Qi he used to plot against Di Jun and others to kill Hongyun. After completing its mission, it returned to the hands of Heavenly Dao, and Taoist Hongjun did not even think about killing it. The idea that was put into the ancient world is now too clear...

"Since you want to play like this... Pindao will simply accompany you to play a big game."

Throw the two beams of Hongmeng Purple Qi in your hands into the prehistoric passage.

The entire prehistoric bottleneck began to tremble at this moment, and the prehistoric world began to undergo transformation.