Reopening the Underworld!

The instant the first wisp of Heavenly Dao Authority sank into his brow, Zhou Ming's primordial spirit shook violently.

It was an absolute collection of rules, devoid of any emotion.

Utterly impartial, utterly righteous, treating all things as pieces in motion on a chessboard.

This power attempted to assimilate Zhou Ming's primordial spirit, and it began of its own accord to clear away every thought within it, turning him, too, into part of the rules.

Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, memories of the past, obsessions—all were judged by this power of rules as "disorder," and it tried to forcibly smooth them flat.

But before the will of a Hunyuan Infinite Grand Unity Golden Immortal, this broken Heavenly Dao Authority could not withstand a single blow.

He could not go along with this thing.

Once he was thoroughly scoured clean, he would no longer be the controller himself, but would instead fall into being a puppet on strings, operated by the Heavenly Dao's rules.

When Hongjun merged with the Dao back then, he fused his body with Heaven, and the two sides compromised with each other.

But now, what the Pangu Realm lacked was not a Heavenly Dao, but obedient rules.

Zhou Ming's primordial spirit stood unmoving like a towering peak, and his vast Primordial Spirit Power wrapped around that cold power of rules.

Zhou Ming's body shook violently. Within his sea of consciousness, countless golden chains of law crashed about madly, trying to break free of their restraints and reestablish that lofty, high-above order.

And Zhou Ming controlled his own Great Dao again and again, refining those resisting laws one by one.

The rejection upon the Heavenly Dao Authority receded bit by bit under this method.

Those cold threads of rules began to actively coil around Zhou Ming's primordial spirit and