He sat cross-legged on a soft cushion woven from Innate Spirit Grass.
He looked at the intelligence before him, obtained only after repeated deductions through the Innate Spiritual Treasure—the River Diagram and Luo Shu.
Even though he had lived for an exceedingly long time,
and possessed incomparably profound experience and knowledge,
his very cultivation foundation and innate origins could be traced back to an Innate Chaos God-Demon that had once fought Pangu, making his pedigree extravagantly supreme!
Still, as a cultivator,
Hongjun could not help but feel a deep sense of incongruity at this moment.
It was like a premonition from the unseen—he had no idea what this thing was, but it absolutely should not have appeared before him...
Roughly speaking,
it was like spending decades diligently cultivating the Nine Yang Divine Skill and the Indestructible Divine Skill, only to turn around and see someone carrying a Gatling gun spitting blue flames, going rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat in the middle of a Martial Arts Tournament.
The moment you laid eyes on the other party,
there was no need to say anything else.
The feeling of, Why is this guy's whole style completely different from mine? would naturally rise from the depths of your heart!
The last time Hongjun had felt this way was many years ago, when he had personally witnessed the race known as the God of Refined Gold.
Without a doubt,
back then, they wielded firearms, stood atop thrusters, and wore hundreds of millions of microscopic mechanical insects—their utterly different style had directly given Hongjun no small shock!
Now, after once again experiencing that long-absent sense of inner incongruity,
following a brief period of thought,
he ultimately did not dwell too much on the issue of style. Instead, he began seriously reading the so-called Metaphysics Hong Huang—User Agreement.
And as he