Heavenly Dao still wants to fuse with him—certainly. Otherwise, why would Heavenly Dao send the Creation Jade Butterfly once again to his Purple Mystical Palace.
But in a moment.
Hong Jun Dao Zu's brows frowned. That Heavenly Dao being above the thirty-third heaven—bestowing him with the Creation Jade Butterfly, how could it be coming from primitive times? More importantly, the manner in which the Creation Jade Butterfly arrived was somewhat strange.
"No matter how Heavenly Dao bestows upon me the Creation Jade Butterfly, as long as the Creation Jade Butterfly is in my possession, I am the strongest in all of primitive times!"
"Only I am capable of fusing successfully with the Dao. Given time, I shall become the Saint of Heavenly Dao. By then, the entire primitive times will once again be under my control!"
Brilliant lights shone in the eyes of Hong Jun Dao Zu.
What Ren Changsheng.
What Human Tribe!
