"Wait."
Two words.
It's light and airy, lacking any real warmth or human touch.
But it caused the foot that had already stepped into the void, with one foot halfway into the Purple Heavens Palace, to abruptly stop in mid-air.
The beings of the Primordial World, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly felt their hearts leap into their throats.
What else do we need to do?
Even the Dao Ancestor has given face and retreated, resolving the great crisis of the Interception Sect. What else does this ancestor need to do?
Do we really have to tear a hole in the sky before we're satisfied?
Hongjun's figure slowly emerged from the void rift.
He turned around, and his face, which had just regained its composure, darkened again, his brows furrowing into a deep frown.
Although he didn't speak, his indifferent eyes clearly conveyed several words:
Don't you know how to be ungrateful?
" Qin Feng."
Hongjun's voice was deep and resonant, carrying a faint rumble of thunder—a harbinger of the wrath of Heaven.
"I have already yielded, and the fate of the Interception Sect has been preserved."
"Leave a way out for others, so you can meet again in the future."
Don't push your luck.
At this moment, Yuanshi Tianzun, who had been cowering to one side like a quail, felt that he was in power again.
He jumped out, pointed at Qin Feng, and began to berate him:
"Arrogant brat! Your teacher is merciful and unwilling to commit murder, yet you dare to be so ungrateful?"
"Why aren't you kneeling to thank the Dao Ancestor for his great favor, and then getting out of the Primordial World?"
Qin Feng didn't even lift his eyelids, and instead reached out and grabbed at the air.
Snap!
A crisp sound.
Before Yuanshi Tianzun could react, he spun three and a half times in the air before crashing face-first into the dust.
"Why are you interrupting when adults are speaking?"
"You have no memory."
Qin Feng clapped his hands, as if brushing off dust, before slowly looking at Hongjun.
"Old man, you've got a misconception."
He took two steps forward, his hands still in his pockets, his nonchalant demeanor making the Tongtian Jiaozhu's eyelids twitch.
" The Interception Sect is fine; that's official business."
"But my wife was bullied and cried, and my father-in-law was so scared he almost exploded. These are private matters."
Qin Feng pointed to Yun Xiao, who was still sobbing, and then to Tongtian, who had almost perished along with the Four Saints.
"Business is done, but personal matters haven't been settled yet."
"Those four men injured my woman and terrified my family; they have to pay the price."
"You think you can just dismiss this with a simple 'step down'?"
"Do you think this is like buying vegetables at a market, where you can round down the price?"
That's insane.
The Tongtian Jiaozhu felt like his brain was a little oxygen-deprived.
Bargaining with the Dao Ancestor?
Should even saints pay the price?
This isn't just touching a tiger's tail; it's skinning the tiger and using it as a rug!
Hongjun, enraged, laughed instead.
He lightly tapped the ground with his bamboo staff, and the surrounding space instantly froze, with an even more terrifying pressure gathering.
"Cost?"
"What price do you want?"
What if I say no?
The atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point.
Although the Four Saints were still lying on the ground, their eyes were practically overflowing with schadenfreude.
Go ahead and do it.
Continue.
Do you really think the Dao Ancestor is afraid of you? It's just that the Dao Ancestor doesn't want to destroy the Primordial World!
If you really anger the Dao Ancestor, he'll risk reforging the earth, fire, water, and wind to kill you!
"Say no?"
Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, the smile on his lips gradually widening until it became unrestrained and blatant.
I think you won't say no.
"Because the price is one you can't afford, and neither can they."
The words had barely left his mouth.
Qin Feng slowly pulled his right hand out of his pocket.
There were no earth-shattering fluctuations of Magic Power, nor any dazzling divine light.
He opened his palm.
In the palm of my hand, a bead lay quietly.
It was gray and hazy.
Only the size of a longan.
They look like ordinary roadside beads, even with some mottled patterns on them; you Jidu bother picking them up if they were just thrown on the ground.
What is this?
Zhao Gongming stared wide-eyed, craning his neck to look for a long time, completely bewildered.
"Could it be a hidden weapon?"
"Threatening the Dao Ancestor with a broken bead? What kind of move is Senior Qin making?"
Of everyone present, apart from Qin Feng, no one recognized this thing.
It's too ordinary.
It's so ordinary that it seems like a joke.
However.
The moment this bead appeared.
Hongjun, who had been cold and indifferent and ready to teach Qin Feng a lesson, suddenly froze.
It's not that kind of frozen, immobile stiffness.
Rather, it was an extreme, soul-deep tremor.
His pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints as he stared intently at the gray bead in Qin Feng's palm.
The once straight back now uncontrollably leaned slightly forward.
That face, which had endured countless eons and remained unmoved even in the face of the shattering of the Primordial World, was now completely changed.
Horrified.
shock.
And there was also a hint of... fear that couldn't be concealed.
"This..."
"This is impossible..."
Hongjun's voice trembled, and the bamboo staff he had been holding Mount Tai was now swaying slightly.
He recognized the scent.
Although reserved, and without any outward leakage.
But that's the taste of the Chaos Origin.
That was the aura of the Mother of the Great Dao.
Before the World Creation, there were four supreme treasures in the chaos.
The Heaven-Opening Divine Axe transformed into the Pangu Banner, the Taiji Diagram, and the Chaos Bell.
The Jade Plate of Creation shattered into countless pieces, most of which were in his hands.
The Creation Green Lotus gave birth to Pangu and transformed into countless Innate Spiritual Treasure.
Only this one.
It is said that it disappeared into the depths of the primordial chaos, and even the Great God Pangu could not find it, completely vanishing into the long river of time.
But now.
It's right in front of you.
In this young man's hands, it was being played with as casually as a glass ball.
Chaos Bead.
It contains a complete chaotic world within, capable of concealing all heavenly secrets, suppressing all destiny, and even... recreating chaos!
If it fully recovers, it will crash down.
Don't mention Hongjun.
Even the entire Primordial World Heavenly Dao could be smashed to pieces!
" The Chaos Bead..."
Hongjun murmured in disbelief, a fine layer of cold sweat appearing on his forehead.
"How is this possible... how could it be here!"
"It shouldn't exist in this world!"
Seeing the Dao Ancestor's utterly bewildered expression, the Four Saints who had been waiting to watch the show were completely dumbfounded.
What's going on?
A broken bead scared the teacher like this?
Yuanshi Tianzun raised his head with difficulty, his face full of confusion.
"Teacher? Isn't that just a stone?"
"Shut up!"
Hongjun suddenly turned around and roared, scaring Yuanshi Tianzun so much that he almost died on the spot.
Qin Feng toyed with the Chaos Bead in his hand, looked at Hongjun was covered in cold sweat, and smiled innocently.
"Now."
"Can we renegotiate the compensation issue now?"
"Or perhaps you'd rather test whether your Heavenly Dao is stronger, or my bead is stronger?"