Hongjun the Dao Ancestor Sensed a Threat

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, Purple Cloud Palace.

This was an isolated island that stood above the myriad heavens and worlds, and the true central brain of the Primordial World.

For countless ages, only gray Chaos Qi had flowed soundlessly here. There was no sound, no light or shadow; even the passage of time had become meaningless.

Hongjun the Dao Ancestor sat cross-legged atop a cushion of unknown material, his figure flickering in and out of sight as though he had completely melded into this world.

He was merging with the Dao.

This was a long and precise "possession." He intended to slowly seep his will into the underlying code of the Heavenly Dao, until this world no longer bore the surname "Pan," but "Hong."

It was a grand project, and its progress bar had already reached 99%.

Only one final step remained. Once the great tribulation began and the Investiture of the Gods was established, bringing every variable in this world into the cage called "order," his great work would be complete.

However.

Just now.

That progress bar, which had been running steadily as it waited to harvest its rewards, had suddenly flashed red.

Bzzzt—!

The Creation Jade Disk hovering above Hongjun's head, the supreme divine artifact that recorded the Three Thousand Great Daos, suddenly began trembling violently without warning, as though it had sensed some terrifying virus.

Crack.

A harsh tearing sound exploded through the deathly silent Purple Cloud Palace.

Hongjun abruptly opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes were they? There were no whites, no pupils—only two slowly revolving, indifferent nebulae, carrying the coldness of one who regarded all living beings as mere livestock.

Yet for the first time, an emotion called "astonishment" appeared in those eyes.

"Who?"

Hongjun spoke.

His voice was hoarse and dry, like two