Qin Feng: Hongjun, Your Era Is Over

Beyond the thirty-three layers of heaven, at the edge of the chaotic void.

A disheveled purple streak of light was frantically traversing the raging earth, water, fire, and wind.

Hongjun was panting heavily. His once impeccable Daoist robe was now tattered and stained with golden holy blood. His disheveled hair made him look like a madman who had just escaped from prison.

He didn't dare turn around.

Even though there was no aura behind him that could terrify him, he still felt a chill run down his spine, as if an invisible pair of eyes were watching the back of his head mockingly from across billions of miles of time and space.

"Qin Feng... Qin Feng!!"

As Hongjun ran wildly, he let out a beast-like growl from his throat.

"I will repay this humiliation a hundredfold!"

"So what if you possess Chaos Supreme Treasure? The foundation of this Primordial World ultimately rests in the hands of the Heavenly Dao! As long as I return to the Purple Heavens Palace, merge with the Heavenly Dao, and seal the dimensional gate, even if you possess Tongtian abilities, you will have no chance..."

squeak--

A sickening screech of brakes suddenly rang out in the silent, chaotic void.

Hongjun's figure suddenly stopped in mid-air. Due to the great inertia, he plowed Daoist Master in the void before he could finally stabilize himself.

His pupils dilated to their maximum size in an instant.

At that moment, his heart seemed to stop beating.

It was less than a hundred feet in front of him.

At the heart of that raging, Chaos Storm, where even Daluo Golden Immortal would die upon contact.

A young man dressed in white stood there with his hands in his pockets, strolling leisurely.

The chaotic gales around him, powerful enough to tear stars apart, became as docile as tamed kittens when they reached him, gently rubbing against his trouser legs and emitting ingratiating buzzes.

Qin Feng.

He stood there quietly, with that signature, languid smile on his face.

Why are you running so fast?

Qin Feng tilted his head, looking at the Dao Ancestor in front of him who was terrified and pale, and spoke in a relaxed tone as if he were a neighbor greeting each other.

"Rushing to be reincarnated?"

"Or... is it that the food in the Purple Heavens Palace is getting cold, and you're in a hurry to go back and reheat it?"

Hongjun's body stiffened, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

How is that possible?

This is the edge of chaos! A lawless land that has broken free from the Primordial World laws!

He had clearly burned his very essence and unleashed the Heavenly Dao Speed; even the legendary Ancestor Yang Mei back then wouldn't have been able to catch up in such a short time!

"You..."

Hongjun opened his mouth, but found his throat too dry to make a sound.

He subconsciously gripped the broken Creation Jade Disk in his hand, trying to mobilize the power of the surrounding rules.

But.

It's useless.

In this chaotic void, before Qin Feng, the Heavenly Dao Laws that he was so proud of were like ineffective gunpowder; no matter how he tried to activate them, they couldn't ignite even a spark.

Don't bother.

Qin Feng sighed, lifted his foot, and took a step into that empty space.

Thump!

This step, though not landing on solid ground, felt as if it had struck Hongjun's heart.

Hongjun trembled and uncontrollably retreated.

"Your so-called rules are nothing more than a trick of drawing a circle around yourself in that 'pond'."

Qin Feng took another step.

"Once you leave the pond, even the biggest fish like you is just a slightly larger salted fish."

One more step.

As Qin Feng approached, an indescribable, terrifying pressure, like an Primordial Divine Mountain, weighed heavily on Hongjun's shoulders.

That wasn't a suppression of Magic Power.

That was a dimensional reduction attack on a life level.

It's like an ant on a two-dimensional sheet of paper facing humans in a three-dimensional world.

That sense of insignificance, originating from the depths of his soul, made Hongjun, an old monster who had lived for countless eons, experience despair for the first time.

"No... don't come any closer!"

Hongjun collapsed.

He staggered backward, and a corner of the Creation Jade Disk in his hand trembled and fell out.

"I am the Dao Ancestor! I am the spokesperson for the Heavenly Dao! You cannot kill me! If you kill me, the order of the Primordial World will collapse, and billions of living beings will perish with me! You cannot bear this karmic burden!"

Even at the last moment, he still tried to use that set of "order" and "cause and effect" as a shield.

Qin Feng laughed.

He stopped, now less than three feet away from Hongjun.

At this distance, he could even see his own reflection in Hongjun's cloudy eyes.

"Cause and effect?"

Qin Feng reached out and helped Hongjun straighten his collar, which had been ruffled by the wind.

The movements were gentle and meticulous.

It's like a junior tidying up an elder's appearance.

But Hongjun was as if he were being strangled by a venomous snake; his whole body was stiff, and he dared not move an inch.

"Hongjun, you still don't understand the situation."

Qin Feng patted Hongjun on the shoulder, but the warmth from his palm sent a chill down Hongjun's spine.

Do you think I'm still that Primordial World being who cares about cause and effect, or about divine retribution?

Qin Feng moved closer, his gaze fixed on Hongjun's old eyes, which were filled with fear.

"Open your eyes and look."

"Whom does the wind here obey?"

Call--!

It seemed to be to confirm Qin Feng's words.

The previously turbulent and Chaos Qi suddenly stopped in that instant.

Immediately afterwards.

Billions of chaotic winds bowed their heads in unison, facing the direction of Qin Feng, making a gesture similar to "paying homage."

All things submit.

The void bows its head.

This scene shattered Hongjun's last shred of pride.

He understood.

The man in front of me is neither a variable nor a heretic.

He is the ruler.

He is this chaos, the source, the creator of all rules.

His own saintly cultivation, which he was so proud of, was like a firefly trying to compete with the bright moon in the face of this power—laughable and pathetic.

Thump.

Hongjun's knees buckled, and he knelt down in the void.

It wasn't because he wanted to kneel.

Rather, it was the fear that came from the Life Origin that oppressed his instincts, making it impossible for him to stand.

"Destroyed..."

"My Dao Heart... is destroyed..."

Hongjun muttered to himself, his eyes unfocused.

For a spiritual practitioner, nothing is more despairing than discovering that the "Tao" they have pursued all their lives is nothing but a pile of garbage in the eyes of others.

These words were more devastating than any supernatural power, completely shattering Hongjun's last shred of pride.

He realized that the difference between him and Qin Feng was not the size of their strength, but the difference in the dimension of their life levels.

Everything he was so proud of was just a joke in front of the other person.

Qin Feng looked down at this once arrogant Dao Ancestor from his high vantage point.

There was no pity.

Only indifference.

He walked step by step toward the distraught Hongjun, each step seeming to shatter on his Dao Heart.

Qin Feng stopped in front of him and slowly squatted down.

His gaze was level with that of the kneeling Hongjun.

"Look at me."

Qin Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable tone of command.

Hongjun subconsciously raised his head.

The usual gloom and scheming were gone from that old face; only a pale and bewildered expression remained.

Qin Feng reached out and gently patted Hongjun's cheek.

Smack

Smack

The sound was very soft.

It is extremely insulting.

This action, like disciplining a disobedient old dog, is filled with endless humiliation.

"Hongjun."

Qin Feng announced the final verdict in a completely emotionless tone.

"You were once the administrator of the Heavenly Way, yet you dared to attempt to become its master."

"You've treated this Primordial World as your private property, all living beings as your pawns, and even turned yourself into a heartless machine."

Qin Feng shook his head, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Unfortunately, your vision is too narrow."

"So small that you can only see the pond, but not the vast ocean."

Qin Feng stood up, no longer looking at the old man who was completely crippled.

He leaned close to Hongjun's ear and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Now, the true master has returned."

"This Primordial World has no need for a steward who only knows how to scheme."

"Hongjun, your era, along with the ancient, Primordial World you represented, filled with constraints and calculations..."

Qin Feng straightened up, his gaze fixed on the magnificent and colorful Primordial Continent in the distance, his voice gradually growing louder and echoing throughout the chaotic void.

"From this moment on, it's completely over."

Boom!

These words, like a final death knell, struck the depths of Hongjun's consciousness.

"Ah--!!"

Hongjun let out a shrill scream, clutching his head and writhing in agony in the void.

His moral character began to decline.

The once incredibly stable Dao Integration Realm was now like a river bursting its banks, flowing uncontrollably for miles.

Peak of Sainthood.

Later stages of a sage's life.

Mid-stage Sainthood...

The backlash from that collapse of faith is more terrifying than any heavenly tribulation.

Qin Feng didn't even glance at him again.

To kill someone is to destroy their spirit.

For someone like Hongjun, killing him would actually be a relief.

Let him watch as the order he established is overthrown, watch as the "ants" in his eyes crawl onto his head one by one, and watch as this Primordial World becomes no longer under his control.

This is the cruelest punishment for him.

"Just stay in the Purple Heavens Palace."

Qin Feng turned around, his back to Hongjun who was still screaming in agony, and casually waved his hand.

"Being a rich man who just lazes around and waits to die might allow me to live a few more years."

"Don't let me see you out and about again."

"Otherwise..."

Qin Feng snapped his fingers.

Snap!

A cage formed from Chaos Qi instantly materialized, completely sealing off Hongjun and the area. Then, with a powerful kick, like kicking a ball, it sent him flying towards the direction of the Purple Heavens Palace.

"Roll."

After doing all that.

Qin Feng clapped his hands, as if he had dealt with a trivial piece of trash.

He straightened his sleeves, and the indifferent expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a gentle smile.

"It's taken too long."

"My partner at home must be getting impatient."

Qin Feng took a step forward, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

At the Mount Sumeru.

The atmosphere remained somewhat tense.

Jieyin and Zhunti remained kneeling on the ground, staring at each other, unsure whether to get up or continue kneeling.

Nuwa looked anxiously at the sky, the Red Embroidered Ball in her hand squeezing so hard it made a cracking sound.

Just then...

Buzz!

The space rippled.

A white figure appeared out of thin air and landed steadily on the golden lotus.

"Husband!"

Nuwa's eyes lit up, and she pounced on him, scrutinizing Qin Feng from head to toe, as if afraid he might lose a single hair.

"Where's that old guy? Did he hurt you? He looked really fierce when he ran away..."

Qin Feng smiled and ruffled Nuwa's hair, then kissed her on the forehead.

"Fine."

"I saw him off and gave him some psychological counseling while I was at it."

"Psychological counseling?"

Nuwa blinked, somewhat puzzled.

"Yes."

Qin Feng sat back on the golden lotus, crossed his legs, and glanced at the two bald men who were eavesdropping. A meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

"That old man's thinking is too rigid; he's prone to getting stuck on minor details."

"I was just telling him that it's time to change how we live in this Primordial World."

That brings us to this.

Qin Feng looked at the Two Saints of the West, his fingers lightly tapping the golden lotus armrest.

"Hey you, where were we?"

"Oh right, the materials for filling the pool."

"So, have you made up your mind? I think your main peak of Mount Sumeru is quite nice and sturdy. Why don't we move it together?"

Upon hearing this, Jieyin and Zhunti trembled and almost burst into tears on the spot.

Even the Dao Ancestor was so "psychologically counseled" that he dared not show his face.

How could those two little shrimps dare to utter a single word of dissent?

"Move! Move everything!"

Zhunti gritted his teeth, his face showing a look of resignation to death.

"If you like it, brother, you can even use these two hundred catties of meat from us brothers to fill the pond!"

Qin Feng was amused.

These Two Saints of the West, though their character is questionable, are truly unparalleled in the Primordial World.

"Alright, stop playing the victim."

Qin Feng stood up and took Nuwa's hand.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I won't tear your house down."

"But..."

He changed the subject, looking towards the eastern sky.

There, the Heavenly Court, which was originally shrouded in purple aura, now appeared somewhat fearful and uneasy.

"Now that this Primordial World has a new master, some rules should be re-established."

Nuwa sensed the domineering aura emanating from Qin Feng and her eyes were filled with infatuation.

She held Qin Feng's hand tightly and said softly:

"Whatever you want to do."

I'll stay with you no matter what.

Qin Feng smiled, his gaze piercing through billions of miles of rivers and mountains, as if he were witnessing an unprecedented grand drama slowly unfolding.

Let's go.

"I'll take you to a nice place."

"It's time to add fuel to the fire of our ' Goddess Immortal Alliance '."