The Dao Ancestor Descends! The Old Fellows Are Here for the Fun Too?

The appearance of Hongjun Daozu was not accompanied by a shower of flowers from the sky or Golden Lotuses Springing from the Earth.

He just stood there quietly.

It was as if he had not come to this world, but rather that this world had drawn itself towards him.

His aura was perfectly integrated with the entire Primordial World, yet it clearly surpassed it.

That is the Way of Heaven itself, yet it transcends the Way of Heaven.

An absolute majesty that commands the very origin of all things to submit.

"Greetings, Dao Ancestor!"

At the summit, the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Fuxi stood solemnly, bowing in unison.

Even though they could be considered fellow Daoists with Hongjun in private, they could not disregard propriety before all living beings.

The five survivors who had just reached the summit were trembling with fear.

The Yin-Yang Ancestor and the two ancient rogue cultivators immediately bowed and paid their respects, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

The Yang Mei the Great Immortal raised his eyelids and nodded slightly in the direction of Hongjun as a sign of acknowledgment.

As Hollow Willow, he wields the Space Dao, transcending the Three Realms. He respects Hongjun, yet he is fearless.

Only the Qiankun Ancestor was a full beat slow.

He was chuckling to himself while holding his "Xuanhuang Son" when this oppressive aura hit him head-on, making him tremble all over, and the precious baby in his arms almost flew out of his hands.

"The Dao... the Dao Ancestor?"

He looked up abruptly, and upon seeing the person's face, his sallow old face turned pale in an instant. He hurriedly tried to kneel down.

However, Hongjun Daozu's gaze did not linger on them at all.

His eyes, which seemed to see through eternity, were fixed on a tiny figure from the moment he appeared.

A smile slowly spread across his face.

That smile, filled with indescribable kindness and doting, warmed the otherwise solemn and rigid Daoist atmosphere.

"Little Lin Shen, are you enjoying the play?"

Hongjun's voice was unusually gentle.

He took a step forward.

The figure had already traversed space and appeared directly in front of Lin Shen.

"Grandpa Hongjun!"

The moment Lin Shen saw Hongjun, all his unhappiness vanished.

He broke free from Taiqing Laozi's embrace and, like a small cannonball, plunged directly into Hongjun's arms.

"Grandpa, what brings you here! Lin Shen missed you so much!"

The little one clung tightly to Hongjun's leg, tilting his delicate, rosy face upwards, and whined sweetly in a childish voice.

Hongjun laughed heartily, bent down, and picked Lin Shen up in his arms.

The movements were so practiced, as if they had been rehearsed millions of times.

"Grandpa missed our Little Lin Shen too, so he came over to visit."

He affectionately pinched Lin Shen's pert little nose before holding the child and slowly turning his gaze to the old friends with different expressions not far away.

Hongjun's gaze swept over Yang Mei, then lingered on Yin Yang for a moment.

Finally, the spot landed on the Qiankun Ancestor, who was holding a mud doll and looked extremely uneasy.

The smile on his face held a hint of amusement.

"Yang Mei, Yin Yang, and Qiankun."

Hongjun's voice was not loud, but it sounded like Heavenly Dao Edict, resounding deep within everyone's primordial spirit.

"You three Old Fellow, you're really tough."

"He's not completely dead yet?"

That was said without the slightest bit of politeness.

Yang Mei and Yin Yang merely raised their eyebrows slightly, showing no anger, knowing it was just playful banter between old friends.

Only the Qiankun Ancestor was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he tightened his grip on his "son," fearing that the next thing the Dao Ancestor would say was, "Today I will make you die completely."

"How?"

"They all crawled out of their coffins? Especially Yin Yang and Qiankun, you even stole two futons."

Hongjun, holding Lin Shen, strolled slowly, his eyes filled with obvious mockery.

"You weren't comfortable staying in the Chaos Sea, so you came to my Primordial World to join the fun?"

"Why are you even here competing with these juniors for a spot at the entrance?"

"Could it be that you want to become a disciple of one of my apprentices, so that you'll have to respectfully call me 'Ancestral Master' whenever you see this Old Daoist?"

Hongjun's words not only clarified the origins of these Chaos Demon Gods, but also subtly mocked their motives.

At the foot of the mountain, the minds of hundreds of millions of living beings are completely overwhelmed.

Old... Old Fellow?

It crawled out of the coffin?

The Dao Ancestor actually referred to those incredibly powerful challengers who cleared the level as "Old Fellow"?

They even claimed that they, like other living beings, were there to steal the "junior" spots?

Heaven above!

These ancient gods, what era did they live in?!

A storm raged within everyone; they finally realized that what they were witnessing today was not an Admission Ceremony at all.

It was not Tea Party for ancient gods, but a gathering that spanned countless ages and even involved the Dao Ancestor himself!

Faced with Hongjun's teasing, the Yang Mei the Great Immortal smiled calmly, his voice ethereal.

"You flatter me, Dao Ancestor. I have been dwelling in the Chaos for a long time and felt a bit stifled, so I came out for a stroll. I happened to come across the Kunlun Grand Gathering and decided to enjoy the scenery along the way."

That was a flawless statement.

"Old Daoist me, I sensed an anomaly in the flow of Yin Yang energies in the Primordial World, as if a new order of the Great Dao is about to be born." The Yin-Yang Ancestor stroked his long beard, his face profound.

"Therefore, I left the pass to observe and verify my own Great Dao."

He elevated his goal directly to the level of seeking the Tao.

Finally, it was the turn of the Qiankun Ancestor.

He met Hongjun's ambiguous smile, and cold sweat almost formed a small stream on his forehead.

What could he say?

He said he came because he smelled Roasted Sweet Potato?

He said he came here looking for a long-term meal ticket?

Does he even care about his old face as a Chaos Demon Gods?

In a flash, the Qiankun Ancestor's eyes lit up, and a plan came to mind.

He suddenly straightened his chest, his face instantly switching to a compassionate expression, and his voice became deep and sorrowful.

"The Dao Ancestor is unaware of this!"

He held the Mysterious Yellow Little Clay Figure in his arms high and began to lodge a tearful accusation.

"Old Daoist the great calamity of yesteryear, I damaged my very essence, leaving a flaw in my Great Dao, which has resulted in the difficulty of having offspring..."

"Countless ages! I, Old Daoist priest, am utterly alone and destitute! Every day I can only weep, watching other families with children and grandchildren, my heart is filled with bitterness!"

As he spoke, he actually managed to squeeze out two murky tears.

"Until today! Until I set foot on this sacred Kunlun Mountain! And bathed in its supreme Daoist essence! Only now... only now can my child be born!"

"Kunlun Mountain is my son's second parents! The Three Pure Ones are my son's saviors! I, Qiankun, am willing to serve Kunlun Mountain like an ox or a horse, to the point of sacrificing my life, to repay this immense kindness!"

These words were spoken with such sincerity and deep emotion that they were truly moving.

This silenced everyone in the room.

At the summit, the corners of the Three Pure Ones' mouths twitched wildly.

I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone this shameless!

Didn't you feed your "son" with the Roasted Sweet Potato you made yourself?

How did it all come to be that Kunlun Mountain gave birth to your child in the blink of an eye?

This porcelain collision is absolutely World Creation!

Even Hongjun was speechless for a moment after hearing his impassioned "declaration of kinship".

He stared at the loyal look on the Qiankun Ancestor's face, which seemed to say, "I shed blood for Kunlun, I carried a gun for the Dao Ancestor," for a long time before finally letting out a snort.

That old man is still the same as he was back then, unchanged in the slightest.

"Alright, alright, stop acting here."

Hongjun waved his hand impatiently, interrupting his performance.

"I can't be bothered with Old Daoist you old folks are thinking."

He abruptly changed the subject, his smile vanished, and his expression suddenly became solemn.

"Now that most of the prominent figures from the Primordial World have arrived..."

"Old Daoist I, the old Daoist priest, shall announce something here."

At this moment, Hongjun's voice was no longer gentle, but transformed into the decree of the Heavenly Dao, resounding throughout the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, spreading throughout the entire Primordial World.

"A hundred years later."

"I will open the great road once more!"