Hongjun Original Body Arrives in Person

When Hongjun's Evil Corpse returned to Jade Capital Mountain, the Original Body was still in the cave dwelling comprehending the Dao, perhaps striving to attain enlightenment as soon as possible.

When the Evil Corpse came back, Hongjun opened his eyes along with it.

"How goes it?"

A trace of anxiety clung to the Evil Corpse's face, which made Hongjun's heart involuntarily tighten. Setting everything else aside, that expression alone meant trouble had arisen.

Moreover, looking closely, the Evil Corpse's condition seemed far from good—his whole body charred black, battered and disheveled.

This appearance was as if he had been scorched by something, or perhaps gravely wounded by someone.

"What exactly happened? With you looking like this, could you have been severely injured to such a degree? No such existence should remain in the Primordial World."

Hearing this, the anxiety on the Evil Corpse's face slowly shifted, but he still hurriedly spoke, recounting what he had seen and surmised.

"There is indeed something to report."

"Earlier, I traveled to the Primordial World and observed a small island in the South Sea, where Purple Mist from the East arose. Only after arriving did I discover a Daoist there, who had set up a great formation."

"Within that formation, Earth Fire Water Wind were thrown into chaos. I stepped inside and nearly perished."

"Then that Daoist effortlessly calmed the formation and even teleported me straight off that small island."

"My cultivation remained intact, yet I had no power to resist."

After he finished, Hongjun listened with a furrowed brow.

His Three Corpses' cultivation, in the current Primordial World, should still rank first.

Back when the Three Ancestors fought Luohu, coupled with the Dao-Demon Conflict, no cultivations above the Great Luo level now existed in the Primordial World.

But for someone to effortlessly send his Evil Corpse off the island, leaving it powerless to resist, and for a single formation to trap his Evil Corpse—judging by this situation—

the other party must be at least at the Quasi-Sage level.

His Evil Corpse was at early Quasi-Sage. If the other party could do this so easily, then they should at least be at peak Quasi-Sage.

As for higher levels—a Saint?

A Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin?

A Saint was impossible. He was certain, from his deal with the Heavenly Dao, that he would be the first Saint in the Primordial World.

As for a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin, that left him puzzled.

The situation in the Primordial World was clear, but if the Chaos was included, things became uncertain.

Back when Pangu waged war in the Chaos before splitting the heavens, that battle saw all three thousand Great Dao Demon Gods perish.

But the Chaos was boundless and infinite, hiding countless unknown matters—even Hongjun himself did not understand them.

"Could it be a Demon God of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm from within the Chaos?"

Thinking this, he grew tense.

What was a Chaos Demon God doing entering the Primordial World?

Would his plans be disrupted because of this?

After speaking, Hongjun rose to his feet, stood up, and let out a sigh.

"Very well, I shall go myself and see who exactly is on that small island."

The Evil Corpse merged into Hongjun's body. Then Hongjun left the cave dwelling, and his form transformed into a rainbow light as he departed.

On Jade Capital Mountain, a pair of boy and girl attendants watched the fading rainbow light, both momentarily stunned.

The boy spoke up.

"Yaochi, what do you think the master is rushing out for? Didn't he say he was going into seclusion to attain enlightenment?"

Yaochi held a watering can, tending to a few spiritual roots before her.

She glanced up briefly, then looked away.

"The master's affairs are not for us to speculate. Let's just focus on our work."

"Haotian, why are you always paying attention to such things?"

Haotian was taken aback, then shook his head. But as his gaze followed Hongjun's retreating figure, a glimmer of longing shone in his eyes.

"Nothing. I was just wondering—after the master attains enlightenment, will we have a chance to do the same?"

Yaochi paused at this, then shook her head, not dwelling on it, and continued with her tasks.

Seeing that she ignored him, Haotian lowered his head and busied himself as well.

When Hongjun arrived in the Primordial World, he flew in the direction the Evil Corpse had described.

As he observed the changes in the Primordial World along the way, his gaze couldn't help but drift toward Kunlun.

"The Three Pure Ones dwell in Kunlun. These three are the incarnations of Pangu's Primordial Spirit, all deeply blessed beings. They should be fated to meet me."

Even as he said this, he did not head toward Kunlun but instead made straight for the South Sea.

At this moment, his greatest concern was that there might be someone in this Primordial World who matched his cultivation—or perhaps even surpassed it.

When he arrived at the South Sea, he saw a stretch of calm waters.

There seemed to be nothing unusual about it.

Following his memories to the small island where Cheng Yue resided, he observed the situation there.

A single glance revealed a stretch of forest, where the beasts within were at most at the Heavenly Immortal level.

There was also a Great Hall.

Before the Great Hall, several hundred Cushions were neatly arranged.

There was nothing else.

As for the formation the Evil Corpse had mentioned, he did not detect it.

But just as he was about to set foot on the island, his heart tightened—the Heavenly Dao seemed to give him a warning.

"This place is dangerous? Could it threaten my life?"

With the Evil Corpse's memories and the Heavenly Dao's warning combined, Hongjun halted.

He looked at the small island, then finally let out a sigh.

Instead, he began to call out toward the island.

"Fellow Daoist on the island, would you show yourself?"

After speaking, Hongjun stood quietly and waited.

Inside the Great Hall, Cheng Yue had just pressed Nuwa into cultivation and was sitting down to cultivate himself.

Hearing a voice from outside the island, he frowned.

"Strange, why does that voice sound so much like that swindling old man?"

Still, given the other party's approach, he had to go out and see.

He rose and walked outside the hall. Looking at the island's edge, he saw that familiar voice and that familiar figure.

With some confusion, Cheng Yue rose directly into the air, then faced Hongjun.

"Hey, old man, didn't I chase you off? Why are you back?"

Hearing this form of address, Hongjun's mouth twitched slightly.

But after one look at Cheng Yue, even with his Original Body here, he still couldn't see through the other's cultivation.

Seeing the strange look in the other's eyes, Cheng Yue couldn't help but tighten his rear.

He began to think to himself.

"This guy isn't some old pervert, is he?"

The thought was a bit frightening.

Finally, he couldn't help but activate his mind-reading divine ability.

[This person's cultivation is unreadable. Could he be a Chaos Demon God descended into the world?]

Cheng Yue was instantly stunned. What kind of rhythm was this? A Chaos Demon God descending into the world?

You're a mere True Immortal peak with a faint Mystic Immortal aura, you little trash. If being unreadable means a Chaos Demon God descended, then the entire Primordial World would be crawling with Chaos Demon Gods.

Everyone would be your ancestor?

Somewhat speechless, he was about to find a way to send this guy packing when the old man directly spoke up.

"Greetings, Senior. This one is Hongjun. Might I ask if Senior is a Demon God from Chaos?"