The Origin of Myths Descends, A New God Arrives

"Believers of the West?"

Donghuang Taiyi glanced at the Titan God.

He said disdainfully, "Do you think we need them?"

"Then what exactly do you want?!"

The Abyss God looked at Di Jun and asked.

The primordial beings looked toward Hongjun.

With Chen Xuan absent, Hongjun was the one who called the shots in the Primordial World.

"Sever the space. Eternal confinement."

Hongjun spoke calmly.

A thought arose!

And just as that thought arose within Hongjun—

"Burn!"

"Rumble!"

Facing confinement, dozens of God Kings simultaneously burned trillions upon trillions of units of faith power.

They even spared no expense in consuming their God King origins, burning their God King godhood!

They knew what the outcome would be.

Confinement!

Eternal confinement!

In Western terms, it was exile into a different spacetime.

But they understood the methods of the Eastern gods even better.

Spatial confinement!

Ancestor Yang Mei could carve the Divine World apart, returning to the Primordial World with the origin of this Great Thousand World, and merge it into the Primordial World.

What would remain would be a severed space, containing these Western gods and their people.

Eternally confined within this world.

To the Western gods, that was worse than death!

Thus, they burned their faith power, burned their natal godhood!

A desperate final gamble!

"Rumble!"

A powerful energy gathered.

On the surface, it seemed to suppress the auras of Hongjun and the others in an instant!

The Western people on the ground roared in excitement, "Suppressed!"

"Suppressed!"

But—

"They really are too weak."

Hongjun spoke calmly.

Ancestor Yang Mei shook his head.

"Bang!"

With a flick of his finger, he severed!

The Divine World was cut apart.

Yang Mei took the world's origin into the space within his palm.

Within this sphere were the Western gods and their people.

At this moment.

They were terrified. They were helpless; there was nothing they could do. This was a spacetime condensed from Ancestor Yang Mei's Spatial Dao Origin—they could not break it at all.

Ancestor Yang Mei condensed the space containing hundreds of trillions of descendants of Yan and Huang beside him.

Smiling, he said, "I'm taking you home."

The Primordial World.

Hongjun and the others had all returned.

The moment they returned, they heard a voice condense: "Yang Mei, Great Thousand World Origin!"

Hearing this unfamiliar voice, Hongjun and the others gathered atop Mount Shouyang.

Their gazes aligned as one, looking toward the edge of the cosmic heavens of the Primordial World.

That was the boundary between the Primordial World and the Chaos World.

It was also the barrier at the Netherworld Blood Sea from before!

At this moment, that barrier had shattered.

The entire Primordial World was filled with chaotic currents.

Chaotic astral winds.

Chaotic currents, and even chaotic origin spiritual energy, flooded the Primordial World.

Then, Hongjun and the others saw the Mythic World Origin condense within the void above the shattered Chaos barrier.

A powerful aura was suppressing the broken Chaos barrier.

Moreover, this powerful aura

was both unfamiliar and familiar to Hongjun and the others.

Unfamiliar, because this was the first time they had sensed this powerful aura.

Familiar, because this powerful aura was cut from the same cloth as Nuwa's.

It came from the Mythic World!

"Buzz!"

Yang Mei did not hesitate in the slightest.

He directly condensed his Spatial Dao Origin, wrapped it around a glowing sphere containing the Great Thousand World Origin, and offered it up.

It flew into the Mythic World Origin.

Hongjun and the other living beings exchanged glances.

From their perception of this aura, its owner's cultivation was only a tiny bit inferior to Mythical Nuwa's.

They were still a ceiling-level existence within the Primordial World!

Still an existence that beings like them could only look up to!

Who could it be?

Nuwa looked at the Mythic World Origin.

With her cultivation, she naturally could not see through it.

But Nuwa was curious.

At the same time, she felt a little shy.

"That voice sounds so nice.

"Could it be my husband, Chen Xuan?"

Nuwa muttered inwardly.

Then she looked at Houtu.

She transmitted, "Sister Houtu, your true body has never left the Primordial World. Is the one inside that Mythic World Origin our husband, Chen Xuan?"

Just as Nuwa had said, Houtu had never left the Primordial World.

She had merely condensed an avatar.

In Houtu's eyes, those weak Western gods were not fun at all.

But Houtu had kept something up her sleeve.

She would never tell Nuwa and the others.

The reason she was unwilling to go to the Western Divine Realm was that she was waiting for Chen Xuan.

Although Mythical Nuwa had not said before leaving the Primordial World that the next person to descend from the Mythic World Origin would definitely be Chen Xuan.

Houtu had always remembered.

Before Mythical Nuwa left, she had said:

Chen Xuan was in secluded cultivation within the Mythic World.

When she returned to the Mythic World, she would wake Chen Xuan from his seclusion.

Houtu had always remembered those words.

That was why Houtu had kept something up her sleeve.

Her true body remained in the Primordial World.

She had been constantly watching the movements within the Mythic World Origin.

Mythical Nuwa's aura had completely vanished!

An aura second only to Mythical Nuwa's descended.

When Houtu discovered that aura.

It was a supreme aura!

The instant it appeared, it resonated across the distance with Mythical Nuwa's aura atop Mount Shouyang.

Houtu could not have been happier then.

At once, she transformed into a streak of radiant light and wanted to enter the Mythic World Origin.

Because in Houtu's eyes.

It had to be Mythical Nuwa's younger brother, Chen Xuan!

Otherwise, how could he, having only just descended upon the Primordial World, resonate across the distance with Mythical Nuwa's aura?