A ray of gentle light shone on Hong Dali's body.
The light was very gentle, when it enveloped Hong Dali, he even felt very comfortable and sleepy. Of course, Hong Dali definitely didn't dare to fall asleep at this moment, because it was very likely he would never wake up again if he did.
Hong Dali's body gradually floated up as the light covered him.
He stood quietly in the air with his feet off the ground, facing the Goddess of Wisdom. In the white light, he wasn't able to do anything. In fact, he couldn't even move his body, let alone try to escape.
The Goddess of Wisdom was too powerful, the endless years had brought her near-invincible power too, a power that Hong Dali was unable to resist at all. She was right. Towards Hong, there wasn't a need to scheme against him at all. When one was powerful enough, all kinds of schemes and tricks were meaningless.