Was This Still China?

Only after confirming that everyone had left and that there was not a single living being on the mountaintop besides him did Hongjun finally make a move.

He formed several intricate hand seals in front of him, and a damaged jade disc slowly emerged from his Primordial Spirit.

This was his trump-card treasure, the Creation Jade Disc.

The disc was no larger than his palm. Not only was a corner missing, but it was also covered in cracks.

Incomplete and broken, it looked as though it might shatter completely the next second, or crumble into pieces if someone accidentally used the slightest bit too much force.

Yet it was no fragile piece of porcelain. Even in its damaged state, its wondrous uses remained inexhaustible.

The countless runes flowing across its surface seemed to encompass every ultimate truth between heaven and earth.

Each rune represented a Great Dao, and all three thousand Great Daos were contained within it. Unfortunately, it was so badly damaged that few of the Great Daos inside remained intact.

But that was enough for Hongjun. He had used it as the foundation for creating his Immortal Dao.

Hongjun infused it with Law Power. The jade disc hummed and burst forth with hundreds of millions of rays of light as countless Great Dao runes flowed across it, beginning to analyze the abnormal fluctuations in this part of the world.

He would use this fragment of a supreme chaos treasure to pry open the blockade of Pangu's pressure and see what upheaval lay hidden there.

He used the Good Fortune Jade Disc to dispel part of Pangu's pressure, but the result left Hongjun quite surprised.

He had played his trump card, yet he still hadn't detected a single hair. He had found nothing at all... had he?

Not quite. By using the Good Fortune Jade Disc to dispel Pangu's pressure and make his investigation easier, he had also opened a convenient door for the Heavenly Dao.

And so, the future spokesperson for the Heavenly Dao had his first encounter with it.

It was truly like a kindred spirit hearing the music of high mountains and flowing water, like a turtle catching sight of a mung bean—they took one look and hit it off, and that look lasted ten thousand years.

Why?

Because the Heavenly Dao at this moment was like a bare computer with a newly installed operating system, capable of basic operations and running its drivers. As for other functional software and antivirus programs, none had been downloaded or installed yet.

It had potential and computing power, and it could connect to the internet to search, but it could not interfere with the operation of the Primordial World. It could not even completely clear out redundant junk or fend off viruses.

For example, the chaos demon gods, the heaven-opening Sha Qi, the ferocious beasts, Buzhou Mountain, Pangu's will... there were far too many.

It wasn't that it didn't want to deal with them, but it had to perfect itself first.

And didn't the Good Fortune Jade Disc in Hongjun's hand, with its record of the three thousand Great Daos, make the best driver package?

Although most of it was incomplete, it could install it and improve its functions first. Patches could come afterward, filling in the gaps little by little.

Moreover, the most fundamental principle of Hongjun's Immortal Dao was to act in accordance with heaven, which meshed perfectly with the Heavenly Dao's operating logic.

So, it had decided: he was the one.

Hongjun, the "person" destined for it.

Hongjun, meanwhile, was shaken to the core.

The Heavenly Dao felt it had found the person destined for it, while Hongjun felt he had found his soulmate. Those two words, "destined affinity," were truly wondrous beyond description.

Although he had constructed the Immortal Dao, he had never walked this path himself. He wasn't completely certain whether it could become a great road reaching the heavens.

But the moment he and the Heavenly Dao hit it off, the end of this path became incomparably clear. He could already see the scenery at its end.

Union with the Dao!

He and the Heavenly Dao were like two online acquaintances who had never met before, yet fell in love at first sight.

Their outlooks, interests, and even plans for the future matched perfectly. They were absolute soulmates.

Today counted as their first official meeting. Although they hadn't spoken, a single look had been enough for them to understand each other.

Hongjun slowly withdrew the Good Fortune Jade Disc. His expression softened, a rare sight, and his mood became much more cheerful.

Whether Pangu revived or not no longer seemed quite so important.

Meanwhile, halfway up Buzhou Mountain, Fuxi was still huffing and puffing as he climbed.

There was nothing he could do about it. The gap between their realms of strength was plain to see.

Old monsters like Hongjun and Luohou, reincarnations of chaos demon gods, might have deleted their accounts and started over, but they could still inherit some experience points. They leveled up again at breakneck speed, and each had trump cards of his own.

And if he compared himself with the likes of Ancestral Dragon, Primordial Phoenix, and Primordial Qilin, he really couldn't measure up either.

After all, he had only recently taken form. Compared with those veterans, he had no real advantages, and his innate spirit treasure wasn't strong enough either. Reaching the mountainside had already taken everything he had; he was truly burned out.

Pangu's pressure bore down on him like an invisible mountain, making every step difficult and leaving him unable to advance another half step.

Above, the presences of those old monsters and great powers had departed from the summit one after another, but he couldn't even get close to it.

The gap in strength left him with a deep sense of helplessness.

That guy... just what was his background?

His intuition told him that the source of the disturbance on Buzhou Mountain was most likely connected to Xiang Dong, though he didn't have a shred of evidence.

And no matter how he thought about it, that seemed unlikely. After all, Xiang Dong's cultivation realm really wasn't much to speak of. How could he possibly have caused such a huge commotion on Buzhou Mountain?

He couldn't figure it out.

He really couldn't figure it out.

But now the great powers had all left one by one, clearly unwilling to linger here to no purpose. There was no need for him to waste time here either.

He still had a younger sister waiting for him at home, so Fuxi ultimately chose to give up.

He sighed. His sister was more important after all.

Home!

But Fuxi had no idea that while he had been away, his home had been robbed.

In the spirit field, brimming with life, grew quite a few Spirit Roots and Spirit Plants. In one corner, more than a dozen sunflowers were growing vigorously, their flower heads turning as the Sun Star moved.

These sunflowers were the ones Nuwa had planted from the sprouted seeds after Xiang Dong blew himself up.

Each one was an offshoot of Xiang Dong, and also counted as his clone. As long as his main body perished, his Primordial Spirit would transfer to one of the offshoot clones and awaken.

That offshoot clone would then automatically become the new main body, carrying Xiang Dong's true spirit and Primordial Spirit.

The transfer was random. After all, Xiang Dong had lost consciousness, so he naturally couldn't control which plant he transferred to, whether he should choose the nearest one or whether one farther away would be better.

Although it was random, there was still a certain underlying logic to it: the strongest offshoot clone was the first choice.

The plants in the sea of flowers at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, as well as those in the diamond-shaped spherical space Xiang Dong had created, were all much the same.

Only the ones here with Nuwa were different, because all dozen or so had been cultivated in primordial Xirang and grown under her care.

Carefully cultivated plants were bound to be a little better than those left to grow wild.

And so Xiang Dong awoke in one of them. Its flower head became a human face, and a pair of big eyes blinked repeatedly.

"Where did that send me? Was this still the blood pool?"