Hongjun Becomes a Prisoner

The screams coming from the direction of the Purple Heavens Palace stopped abruptly, like an old duck being choked.

After the golden light of the Great Dao dissipated, the figure that once represented the highest will of the Primordial World finally appeared before everyone.

quiet.

A deathly... no, an eerie silence.

Jieyin and Zhunti stared wide-eyed, even rubbing their eyes in disbelief, wondering if they were under some kind of illusion.

The old man, who once had white hair and beard, an air of otherworldly wisdom, and an aura of ethereal Daoism, was gone.

Instead, there was a hunched-over little old man who exuded an aura of decay.

His once flowing silver hair was now dry, sparse, and yellow, like a tangled pile of hay on his forehead. His face was covered with deep wrinkles, age spots, and sunken eyes, his cloudy pupils revealing a dullness.

Where is even a trace of the Dao Ancestor's majesty?

This is clearly a half-dried corpse that was just dug out of the ground in the mortal world.

"This... this is the teacher?"

Zhunti swallowed hard, his voice trembling.

"This is a backlash from the Heavenly Dao."

Jieyin a deep breath and felt a chill run down his spine.

"To merge with the Dao is to defy the heavens, to forcibly become a part of the rules. Now that the rules no longer want him, they've kicked him out, and after billions of years of erosion, he's instantly replaced..."

That's terrible.

That's really tragic.

This is like a centenarian who has been on a ventilator to stay alive, suddenly having the tubes pulled and being dumped in the Sahara Desert to be exposed to the scorching sun.

"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."

Hongjun lay sprawled in the void, coughing violently. With each cough, it seemed he was spitting out half a pound of old blood.

He shakily raised his hand, looking at the palms that resembled withered tree bark, his eyes filled with an intense fear that seemed about to overflow.

"My cultivation level... my Magic Power..."

"Quasi-Saint... Great Luo... no, even the Great Luo realm is unstable..."

Hongjun wailed in despair.

This dramatic fall from the clouds to the mud shattered his once unwavering Dao Heart into dust.

Clatter

Footsteps sounded.

Qin Feng, holding Nuwa's hand, strolled leisurely towards Hongjun as if he were visiting his own backyard.

He looked down at his once invincible opponent, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Qin Feng shook his head and let out a sigh of regret.

"Look, look."

"This is the consequence of neglecting maintenance."

"I told you so long ago, get some rest, stop scheming against people, and drink more hot water. Look at you now, you're like a dried-out orange peel, I'm afraid I'll blow you apart with one breath."

These words, while not particularly hurtful, are extremely insulting.

Hongjun suddenly looked up, staring intently at Qin Feng, his cloudy old eyes filled with resentment and venom.

"Qin Feng!!"

"Just kill me!!"

"The victor is king, the loser is villain; I accept it! Kill me or torture me, give me a quick death!"

He knew he was finished.

Since there's no way to turn the tide, I'll just seek a quick death. At least I can retain the last shred of dignity as a Dao Ancestor and avoid being humiliated by this brat.

"Kill you?"

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow, as if he had heard a funny joke.

He squatted down and reached out to pat Hongjun's wrinkled old face.

"Old man, you're dreaming."

"Death is the end of everything, how could such a good thing happen to you?"

Qin Feng stood up, his gaze sweeping over the ravaged Primordial World land, his tone gradually turning cold.

"You've been playing this Primordial World as a chessboard, and all living beings as chess pieces, for so many years."

"You instigated the Dragon-Han Calamity, you planned the Lich War, and you also fueled the Investiture of the Investiture of the Gods Calamity behind the scenes."

How many lives have been lost? How many families have been destroyed?

"You just want to end it all like this, by dying?"

Qin Feng sneered, extended a finger, and gently shook it.

"There's no such thing as a free lunch."

"I am a person who values fairness above all else."

"Since you enjoy manipulating fate and taking pleasure in watching all living beings struggle in the sea of suffering..."

"Then I will grant your wish."

The words had barely left his mouth.

Qin Feng opened his palm, and in his palm, the Fragment of the Jade Plate of Creation, which had been shattered into several pieces, appeared out of thin air.

"Go."

Qin Feng shout.

As if summoned by some force, the fragments flew out instantly, rapidly reassembling and transforming before Hongjun's horrified gaze.

It did not revert to its original Jade Disc form.

Instead, they transformed into purple crystal pillars, intersecting to form a Prison Cage only ten feet square.

The crystal was crystal clear and exquisite, and what flowed on it was no longer the Heavenly Dao Laws, but the primordial power from the Chaos Bead that Qin Feng had forcibly infused into it.

That is an absolute seal.

It is an eternal forbidden zone that even the Heavenly Dao cannot penetrate.

"No... what are you doing?! You can't imprison me!!"

Hongjun seemed to realize something and frantically tried to crawl backward.

But it was all in vain.

A purple crystal descended, like an inverted bell, trapping the frail old man within.

"Ah!!"

Hongjun gripped the crystal railing with both hands and shook it desperately.

It remained completely still.

Even the sound was mostly blocked out, with only muffled roars audible.

"This is called the 'VIP observation deck'."

Qin Feng clapped his hands in satisfaction, looking at Hongjun in the cage, a devilish smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"I know your biggest regret in this life is that you were unable to fully control the Primordial World."

"That's why I specially reserved a good seat for you."

Qin Feng raised his hand and waved.

The Prison Cage slowly floated up, flying towards the endless depths of chaos.

"You will stay there and watch for all eternity."

"Look at this Primordial World Primordial World you, without your broken rules, how free and wonderful it will become."

"Watching humanity rise, watching all races prosper, watching those beings you once regarded as ants live out wonderful lives that you could never understand."

"This pain of 'wanting but not getting' is the best punishment for you."

Upon hearing these words, Hongjun felt as if the last bit of strength had been drained from him, and he collapsed limply in the cage.

To kill someone is to destroy their spirit.

This is a complete and utter attack on one's morale.

To let him be a bystander, watching his failures being magnified infinitely, watching his ideals being ruthlessly trampled by reality, is a thousand times more painful than killing him.

"No..."

Hongjun desperately reached out his hand, trying to grasp the receding Primordial World land.

pity.

The Prison Cage flew further and further away, eventually turning into an inconspicuous purple speck of dust in the chaotic void.

Like a specimen from an old era, it has been forever nailed to the dustbin of history.

"Call--"

After doing all this, Qin Feng let out a long breath.

The air feels much fresher.

"Finally, some peace and quiet."

He turned around and looked at the two bald men behind him who were completely dumbfounded.

Jieyin and Zhunti were still kneeling, but their chins had already hit the ground.

That's too harsh.

That's really too ruthless.

Locking a former boss in a cage and treating him like a monkey—this kind of behavior completely redefines their understanding of the word "cruelty."

"That..."

Zhunti raised his hand tremblingly, like a primary school student wanting to ask a question in class.

"Big... Big Brother."

"Is that cage... sturdy?"

"What if that old man runs out..."

"Run?"

Qin Feng glanced at him sideways and scoffed.

"That was modified using the Creation Jade Disk, and reinforced with my Chaos Origin."

"Let alone his current useless state, even if Pangu were to be resurrected, he would have to shed a layer of skin to get out of there."

After saying that.

Qin Feng ignored the two clowns and turned his gaze to Nuwa beside him.

Nuwa remained silent.

She looked in the direction where Hongjun had disappeared, her eyes filled with complex emotions, but mostly with a sense of relief.

The shadow that had weighed on her heart for millions of years finally dissipated.

"How?"

Qin Feng put his arm around her shoulder, his tone instantly softening.

"You've softened your heart?"

"No, I didn't."

Nuwa shook her head, then leaned into Qin Feng, a smile playing on her lips.

"I was just thinking that if my brother were still alive back then, he would be very happy to see this."

"Fuxi..."

Qin Feng stroked his chin, seemingly lost in thought.

That is a problem.

"If I go to visit Fire Cloud Cave later, I'll have to bring my brother-in-law a small gift."

"But now..."

Qin Feng changed the subject, his gaze becoming somewhat fiery.

"Shouldn't we keep our promise?"

"Promise?"

Nuwa blinked, looking completely bewildered.

"What promise?"

"Who said 'There will be a reward later' before the fight started?"

Qin Feng grinned mischievously and leaned close to her ear, his warm breath instantly turning Nuwa's ears bright red.

"I've now solved the biggest problem."

"My dear wife, shouldn't the reward be doubled?"

Nuwa blushed like a ripe apple and playfully punched Qin Feng in the chest.

"So many people are watching! You're never serious!"

"Who dares to look?"

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow and his gaze swept across the surroundings like lightning.

Swish!

Jieyin and Zhunti instantly buried their heads in their crotches, their movements perfectly synchronized.

"I didn't watch it! Absolutely not!"

We've gone blind! Really!

"The sandstorm was so strong just now, it got into my eyes, and now I can't see anything!"

Even while covering his eyes, Zhunti didn't forget to express his loyalty.

"Brother and sister-in-law, keep busy! If you think Mount Sumeru is too bright, I'll shoot the sun down from the sky!"

Qin Feng was amused by these two awful people.

"Alright, stop fooling around."

He waved his hand, his expression returning to a more serious state.

"Although Hongjun has resolved the issue, there's still a huge mess to clean up."

"Back in Heavenly Court, the Jade Emperor is probably hiding under his table, trembling with fear."

"Back in the underworld, Houtu probably hasn't figured out the situation yet."

"And then there's the West..."

Qin Feng's gaze fell on Jieyin and Zhunti, making the two of them feel uneasy.

"Since you call me 'Big Brother,' the rules of the Western Teachings need to be changed."

"Change it! We will definitely change it!"

The Jieyin nodded vigorously, as if pounding garlic.

"From now on, there will be no 'all beings suffer' in the West, only 'all beings are sweet'!"

"Whatever my brother says goes. Even if we have to change Buddhist scriptures into the ' Qin Feng Sayings,' we'll do it!"

"That's not necessary."

Qin Feng waved his hand, his gaze turning into the distance, his eyes gradually deepening.

"I only need you to remember one thing."

"From this day forward, there will be no such thing as 'predestined fate' in this Primordial World."

"If anyone dares to use the guise of 'divine will' to scheme against others, especially my friends..."

Qin Feng didn't finish his sentence.

But the chill in those unspoken words sent a shiver down the spines of both Jieyin and Zhunti.

They know.

Hongjun's fate serves as the best warning.

"I understand! I understand!"

The two nodded their heads like rattles.

"Alright, that's settled then."

Qin Feng took Nuwa's hand, and the golden lotus beneath their feet slowly rose into the air.

"Let's go, honey."

"Let's go home."

"Go back where?"

"Of course, I'm going back to your Wa Palace, and while I'm at it..."

A meaningful smile appeared on Qin Feng's lips.

"Let's investigate the follow-up development of this human creation project."

"You!!"

Nuwa blushed deeply, and a divine force struck Qin Feng, but it was soft and yielding, as if she were flirting.

Their figures transformed into streaks of light and disappeared into the horizon.

Only two saints remained Mount Sumeru, weeping bitterly in each other's arms.

"Senior brother..."

"So, we've... survived?"

"Um..."

Jieyin wiped away a cold sweat, looked at the empty sky, and suddenly felt that the sunlight today was particularly dazzling.

"Not only did they survive?"

"It seems he's even become... a member of the royal family?"