Heart of the Primordial Universe

"Goo goo goo! An Bulang, how the hell are you so badass?"

From An Bulang's shadow, a pink Little Piggy leaped out. Its eyes were wide and round, its snout raised high, and it stared at the young man before it in utter shock, as though looking at some kind of monster.

"Calm down. It was just standard procedure," An Bulang said blandly, as calm as drifting clouds and a gentle breeze.

"Standard procedure, my ass! Goo goo goo! Do you really think this Immortal Venerable has no discernment?" Little Piggy was wildly agitated.

"That was an immortal, while you're a mortal! Throughout all ages, even the most dazzling prodigies could only defy the odds and slay immortals with cultivation at the peak of the Tribulation Crossing Stage. But you? Forget the Ninth Heaven of the Tribulation Crossing Stage—you aren't even at the Tribulation Crossing Stage, yet you killed an immortal! What kind of freakish, monstrous, perverted aberration are you?!"

Little Piggy knew full well just what kind of terrifying talent and cultivation it took for a mortal to battle an immortal. Yet the young man before it could slay immortals in the Seeking the Dao Realm. From its perspective, that was simply inconceivable, beyond all imagination.

Had it not witnessed it with its own eyes, it would never have believed it even if beaten to death.

An Bulang merely smiled without speaking. If Little Piggy knew that he was still using the Seal God Art to seal his own power, would it be even more dumbfounded?

"Bulang, who exactly are you? Divine Fortune said you were an imperial son... Are you the descendant of some Great Emperor? And your surname is An—could you be the Immortal Emperor's..." At this point, all the hairs on its body stood on end,