Once everyone had sworn their oaths, Nuwa took out the Creation Cauldron and handed it to Wu Ming.
Wu Ming reached out to accept it, a faint smile appearing on his face.
"Very good."
"Now, I shall tell you all exactly... how Hongmeng Purple Qi should be comprehended."
The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere within Pangu Hall instantly grew tense.
The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti—six pairs of eyes fixed on Wu Ming in unison, their ears pricked high for fear of missing even a single word.
They had paid no small price for this very moment.
Wu Ming paused, as though organizing his thoughts, then slowly said, "Actually, Hongmeng Purple Qi cannot be comprehended at this stage."
"What?!"
Primordial Lord Tianzun was the first to explode. He abruptly rose to his feet and glared furiously at Wu Ming. "Wu Ming! How dare you toy with us!"
"We paid the price, and now you tell us it cannot be comprehended?!"
"Are you entertaining yourself at our expense?!"
The aura around him surged, and even the air within Pangu Hall seemed to freeze solid.
Laozi frowned deeply as he looked at Wu Ming, his gaze filled with scrutiny.
Sect Master Tongtian was equally stunned.
Nuwa's delicate brows drew together. Clearly, she had not expected such an answer either.
Jieyin and Zhunti's expressions changed drastically. Zhunti nearly burst into tears on the spot. "Fellow cultivator Wu Ming, you... aren't you cheating us?!"
"It cannot be comprehended? Then why did the Dao Ancestor bestow Hongmeng Purple Qi? Is it just there to look pretty?"
The same thought rose in all six of their hearts at once: They had been played!
Facing the fury of six future Sages, Wu Ming showed not the slightest hint of panic. He raised a