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Hun Xiu was utterly dumbfounded, his heart trembling violently. What the hell was going on?
The scene before him was impossible for him to accept, impossible to believe! He simply could not believe that any of this was real.
This was too damn surreal.
It was far too unbelievable.
Everything...
Seemed so unreal.
From the moment he set foot in Chaos to the scene before him, everything made Hun Xiu feel as though it were unreal, as if he were dreaming.
For one thing.
This was his first time leaving the Primordial World and entering Chaos. Chaos was boundless and without direction. Purple Cloud Palace stood within Chaos, and without sufficient strength or someone to guide them, no one could possibly find Purple Cloud Palace.
Yet he had only just entered Chaos, searched for a moment, and found Purple Cloud Palace.
And then.
When he arrived at Purple Cloud Palace, its tightly shut gates opened on their own, and Dao Ancestor Hongjun's voice rang out at that very moment.
Now...
He had entered Purple Cloud Palace, and before he could even speak, Dao Ancestor Hongjun had handed him the Investiture of the Gods List, along with the God Striking Whip.
What the hell.
Every single one of these things was highly unusual. He kept feeling that everything had come far too strangely, far too easily.
One event after another, one matter after another, all seemed to reveal the same aura to Hun Xiu—an aura of conspiracy.
Staring at the Investiture of the Gods List and God Striking Whip floating before him, Hun Xiu fell into deep thought.
Should he accept them?
Or should he not? This matter reeked of strangeness and conspiracy. Should he really accept them?
Seeing Hun Xiu lost in thought, Hongjun did not interrupt