The Primordial Era was vast beyond measure!
After Dao Ancestor Hongjun attained sainthood through his own cultivation, he established his dojo within the chaos beyond the Primordial Era.
The Thirty-Three Heavens rose higher with each level, and each was more perilous than the last.
Ordinary cultivators simply could not ascend to them, much less enter the endless chaos beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens. Even ordinary Grand Unity Golden Immortals could perish in this chaos with the slightest misstep, their endless years of cultivation reduced to nothing in an instant.
Yet Qin Hong was not worried in the slightest. Who was his cheap father?
He was Sect Master Tongtian, one of the seven Saints. Forget walking through this chaos—even swimming through it would be no problem. Taking him to Zixiao Palace was a trivial matter, effortless.
Within the endless chaos, a streak of brilliant light was cutting through the void like a razor-sharp sword, splitting open the chaos with tremendous momentum as it sped toward Zixiao Palace.
Looking closely, a steady-faced middle-aged man could be seen within the light, holding a tiny child in his hand. The man's essence, energy, and spirit were restrained, yet he radiated all manner of powerful auras. As for the little child, he was so adorable that anyone who saw him would want to hold and spoil him.
They were none other than Sect Master Tongtian and Qin Hong, rushing toward Zixiao Palace in response to Hongjun's decree.
At this moment, Qin Hong's little face was filled with resignation. His brows were tightly furrowed, as though knotted by an unsolvable problem.
Strictly speaking, becoming Sect Master Tongtian's son was not some tragic misfortune. The problem was that this was precisely when the Investiture of the Gods Calamity was about to begin.
The Interception Sect was about to be placed on the Investiture of the Gods Scroll. When that happened, even his father would be unable to escape. As his cheap son, who currently possessed no ability to resist, would he not become a burial offering for the Interception Sect?
The thought made Qin Hong sigh helplessly.
Feeling the warmth from the large hand holding his, Qin Hong desperately wanted to tell his cheap father that the Investiture of the Gods Scroll was a massive trap, one set by the other Saints working together to destroy the Interception Sect.
But Qin Hong was unsure how Sect Master Tongtian felt about him. If he rashly spoke up, his cheap father might not listen—and might even accuse him of sowing discord. That would be a real nightmare.
Besides, the Investiture of the Gods Scroll had been orchestrated by Dao Ancestor Hongjun himself. Whether by reason or sentiment, it could not be defied. Even if Sect Master Tongtian did defy it, it would only cause the Investiture of the Gods War to erupt ahead of time.
When it came to those people, Qin Hong never hesitated to judge them with the greatest possible malice.
After all, what could petty men capable of joining outsiders to bully their own brother possibly not do?
"Ah, aside from the title of Sect Master Tongtian's son, I have nothing. Even if I wanted to cultivate, there isn't enough time. Otherwise, I could at least cultivate a little and gain some ability to scheme." Qin Hong grumbled inwardly, unable to stop himself from smiling bitterly.
"Isn't a system supposed to be standard issue for transmigrators? With survival difficulty set to hell mode, how am I supposed to live without one? Much less change my current situation."
"Ding! Primordial Era's Number One Background System activated!"
"Would the host like to bind?"
Just as Qin Hong's thoughts were running wild, an utterly emotionless voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.
"Holy crap, a system? The standard transmigrator package, the cheat that leads to success!"
Qin Hong's mood immediately brightened, and all his previous gloom and frustration vanished in an instant.
This was a system—the treasure that could send countless transmigrators to the pinnacle of life.
With a system, Qin Hong suddenly felt that this hell-level difficulty was nothing special.
With a flip of his hand, clouds gathered; with another, rain fell. I think I can do this again. That perfectly described Qin Hong's current mood.
"But why is it called Primordial Era's Number One Background System?"
"Am I some rich young master who relies on his connections? Even if I jumped from here today, I still wouldn't bind to some young master system! Hmph!"
"I am a mighty man filled with justice, determined to rise from the dust and walk step by step along the Great Dao until I reach the supreme peak. Throwing my weight around because of my backing does not fit my character!"
"I demand a different system!"
Once the excitement of gaining a system faded, Qin Hong was filled with dissatisfaction. This system was far too insulting. Not only did it fail to match the protagonist setup of having dead parents and an adopted younger sister, it was now giving him every sign of becoming the ultimate villain boss!
Primordial Era's Number One Background System—just listen to that. Could a protagonist possibly have a system like this? Shouldn't a protagonist's system be something absurdly powerful or something made for showing off? Yet here he was, stuck with a background system!
"Ding! Upon binding to this system, the host will receive a binding gift: the title Pangu's Affection and one drop of Pangu's Heart Blood."
The system's emotionless voice rang out once more.
"Holy crap? Bind it! Who was it that said he wouldn't bind just now? Step forward and let this young master see you!"
"Sect Master Tongtian is my father, Heavenly Lord of Morality is my Eldest Uncle, Heavenly Lord of Original Beginning is my Second Uncle, and Dao Ancestor Hongjun is my grandmaster. This young master is a walking background!"
At this moment, Qin Hong had only four words in his heart: It smells so good!
The law of "it smells so good" was truly terrifying.
The title Pangu's Affection, and a drop of Pangu's Heart Blood.
Even if he had never eaten pork, he had at least seen pigs run. A single drop of Pangu's blood essence was already unimaginably terrifying; this was a drop of Heart Blood, vastly more powerful than blood essence by an unknown amount!
If Qin Hong could fully fuse with it and make it his own, he might directly gain a physical body comparable to that of a Saint!
"Ding! System binding in progress... Binding complete!"
"Ding! Please claim the binding gifts: the title Pangu's Affection and one drop of Pangu's Heart Blood."
As the voice sounded again, Qin Hong saw five large words floating above his head—Pangu's Affection. In that instant, he felt his aura abruptly strengthen, as though he had formed some extraordinary connection with the Primordial Era in the unseen depths of fate.
Aside from that, a golden sun floated within the system's space, radiating tremendous majesty and boundless vitality. There was no need to guess—it was naturally Pangu's Heart Blood.
By the time Qin Hong bound the system, Sect Master Tongtian had already brought him outside Zixiao Palace.
Not long afterward, several powerful auras approached from afar. Several streams of light instantly arrived before Qin Hong and Sect Master Tongtian.
They were none other than his cheap Eldest Uncle and cheap Second Uncle, Heavenly Lord of Morality and Heavenly Lord of Original Beginning, as well as the Human Race Saint Nuwa and the Two Sages of the West, Zhunti and Jieyin.
"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, you travel swiftly indeed—far faster than the rest of us!"
"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, is this the son of yours who awakened in the chaos? He is clever and bright. The Daoist sect will have worthy successors!"
The moment they arrived, Zhunti of the Two Sages of the West began making friendly inquiries.
Jieyin, standing beside him, also wore a warm smile and looked at Qin Hong with loving kindness, as though he were Qin Hong's real father.
But Qin Hong knew perfectly well that these two were the best at acting and putting on airs. They presented one face in public and another behind the scenes.
By relying on shamelessness and false compassion, they had harmed no one knew how many cultivators.
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