When Did I Ever Permit You...

No one in the Primordial Wilderness took Hong Yuan's words to heart.

To put it bluntly, even if they surrendered, Hong Yuan never would.

Who was Hong Yuan?!

He was the Great Dao's damned favorite son.

In the entire Primordial Wilderness universe, aside from the Great Dao itself, he was the greatest.

And the Great Dao was not one to meddle much.

It could be said that Hong Yuan was now the greatest in the Primordial Wilderness.

If the Primordial Wilderness were compared to a dynasty, Hong Yuan would be the rightful crown prince, while Saints like them were, at most, ministers assisting in governance.

You wanted a crown prince of a nation to surrender directly to someone else?!

What kind of nonsense was that?

We ministers are prepared to fight to the death. Why would Your Highness surrender before the battle has even begun?!

Besides, whether it was Yang Mei and the others of Hong Yuan's generation, or Taishang and Nuwa, who were a generation below him,

they all knew Hong Yuan and the others' temperaments extremely well.

Surrendering—there was absolutely no chance of that.

Yet amid everyone's laughter and conversation, the spatial rift before the Saints of the Primordial Wilderness, the one bordering the Primordial Universe, suddenly changed.

The rift began writhing violently like a living creature, spreading in all directions at an astonishing speed.

Terrifying chaotic currents burst from the edges of the crack, and wherever they passed, even the structure of time and space began to collapse.

"Not good! Retreat!"

Yang Mei was the first to sense the anomaly. With a sweep of his sleeves, he summoned the Willow Tree.

Emerald leaves swayed softly as hundreds of millions of spatial Dao Rhymes descended in an instant, shielding him. In the next moment, he had vanished to