Your Brain Really Has a Problem

Hongjun shook his head.

"Fellow Daoist, you flatter me."

"It's not as exaggerated as you say. This humble Daoist can only manage to conceal some Divine Sense within them—it's just a minor trick."

"You can't control them just by doing this."

He paused, then added.

"Even my Divine Sense must be divided into six parts and hidden separately."

"If a complete Divine Sense is hidden on someone, they will immediately detect it."

"We can't completely control them yet."

Hongjun spoke casually, but Zhou Ming didn't believe a word he said.

Tricks?

Can't do it?

Just listen to those kinds of words and leave them at that.

He knew very well that Hongjun was definitely downplaying the important issues.

The ability to silently leave traces on Saint is itself an extremely terrifying thing.

Does anyone know if this method, besides concealing Divine Sense, has any other function?

However, Zhou Ming did not delve further into this issue.

There's no point in arguing with a cunning old fox like Hongjun about these things.

So Zhou Ming changed the subject and got straight to the point.

"I wonder what brings you, my friend, to this Pangu Hall, after all these scheming and clandestine attempts?"

"You didn't come all this way just to see me and explain your little tricks, did you?"

Hongjun's illusory figure looked at Zhou Ming and slowly spoke.

"I have come here today to seek cooperation with you, fellow Daoist."

"Cooperate?"

Zhou Ming's expression was strange.

He even wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.

"Fellow Daoist, you're not joking with me, are you?"

"We are enemies."

"I've already shown you a lot of respect by not attacking you the moment we met and suppressing your wisp of Divine Sense."

"I don't see any possibility of cooperation between us."

Zhou Ming really couldn't understand what Hongjun was up to.

The feud between the Wu Clan and him was no ordinary one.

The Wu Clan has already killed Hongjun twice.

Their relationship, if not irreconcilable, was definitely one of irreconcilable conflict.

Now they come to me and want to cooperate?

What on earth is he planning?

If it weren't for the need to extract more information from him and figure out what methods he used to attach his Divine Sense to six Saint...

The moment the Six Sages stepped into the Pangu Hall, Zhou Ming immediately took action and suppressed the Divine Sense that Hongjun had hidden.

Seeing Zhou Ming Ming's wary and disbelieving expression, Hongjun's illusory figure simply uttered two words.

"The Heavenly Dao."

Zhou Ming raised an eyebrow.

"The Heavenly Dao?"

Looking at Hongjun's calm and collected face, he felt even more that the guy was mysterious.

"Fellow Daoist, please speak frankly."

There's no need for us to engage in any more veiled banter; it would only waste everyone's time.

Hongjun's illusory figure stared at Zhou Ming and spoke, word by word.

"I want to cooperate with you, fellow Daoist, to fight against the Heavenly Dao."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire Pangu Hall fell into a deathly silence.

Zhou Ming stared blankly at Hongjun for several seconds before he finally burst out laughing.

The laughter grew louder and louder, echoing throughout the empty hall.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Fellow Daoist, are you kidding me?"

"You have already merged with the Heavenly Dao; you are the Heavenly Dao's representative in the Primordial Wilderness."

"And now you come to me saying you want to cooperate and fight against the Heavenly Dao?"

Do you think I'd believe that?

Hongjun showed no surprise at Zhou Ming's reaction.

He knew very well that if he, as Dao Integration, said that he wanted to confront the Heavenly Dao, anyone's first reaction would be disbelief.

This is normal.

Zhou Ming's suspicion that he was setting a trap or testing him was entirely within his expectations.

But since he was here today, he had prepared reasons to persuade Zhou Ming.

If Zhou Ming agreed immediately, he would suspect that Zhou Ming might have some other ulterior motive.

"I know you won't believe me if I say this, fellow Daoist."

"But you will understand once I finish explaining."

Zhou Ming suppressed his smile and made a "please" gesture.

"Oh?"

"Then please speak, fellow Daoist; I am all ears."

Hongjun remained silent for a moment, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

After a moment, Hongjun Dao.

"Fellow Daoist, do you know that the Heavenly Dao has already given birth to consciousness?"

That's really true!

Zhou Ming was inwardly seething, but his face remained impassive.

"Oh? Is that so?"

"I did have some guesses, but I was never sure."

He had long suspected whether the Heavenly Dao possessed self-awareness.

However, he was never sure.

The biggest mystery lies with Hongjun.

If the Heavenly Dao truly developed an independent consciousness, then why did you, Hongjun, go and Dao Integration?

Isn't that just plain stupid?

Entrusting one's life and fortune entirely to another uncontrollable entity is not in line with Hongjun's cunning and calculating character.

Therefore, Zhou Ming initially denied this speculation.

But now, Hongjun has actually admitted it himself.

Zhou Ming looked at Hongjun, his expression becoming extremely strange.

"It seems... there really is something wrong with your head."

"Even the Heavenly Dao has consciousness now, how dare you try to Dao Integration?"

Zhou Ming suddenly remembered the countless claims and speculations about the Primordial Wilderness that he had seen online in his previous life.

One theory suggests that Hongjun was not the ultimate victor in the Primordial Wilderness, but rather a tragic loser.

The reason is simple.

History is written by the victors.

If Hongjun ultimately won and took control of everything, then in the myths passed down through the ages, he should be portrayed as a glorious, majestic, and selfless figure.

But what is the reality?

In various legends and novels, Hongjun is portrayed as a schemer hiding behind the scenes, a ruthless manipulator who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

This is inherently unreasonable.

How could an ultimate victor allow their image to be portrayed in this way?

The only explanation is that he didn't win in the end.

They might even lose badly.

It now seems that Hongjun ultimately encountered a major problem at the stage of Dao Integration.

He was tricked by the Heavenly Dao!

When Hongjun heard Zhou Ming say "You really have something wrong with your head," even his illusory face twitched slightly.

But he quickly regained his composure.

"Fellow Daoist is joking."

"Since I dared to Dao Integration under those circumstances, I naturally had my own reasons."

"You have your own considerations?"

A playful smile appeared on Zhou Ming's face as he stared at Hongjun's illusory figure.

"Looks like you've gone too far."

"So, all you're thinking about now is coming to me to collaborate?"

Hongjun's face froze.

He didn't speak.

Silence is the best answer.

Zhou Ming's smile widened.

He finally understood.

Hongjun must have thought that he could devour or control the consciousness of the Heavenly Dao, but he overestimated himself and underestimated the Heavenly Dao.

Not only did they fail, but they might also be suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, or even face the danger of being completely assimilated and devoured.

That's why he panicked.

They rushed to me seeking cooperation, hoping to turn things around.

Having figured this out, Zhou Ming felt much better.

Seeing the Dao Ancestor suffer a setback is more enjoyable than anything else.

"Tell me the specifics."

"What is going on."

Hongjun pondered for a long time, seemingly organizing his thoughts.

After a long silence, he finally spoke.

"This matter must begin with the Dao-Devil War."