Primordial Tai Chi Truly Reigned Supreme

Yang Mei watched the three of them fight, his expression unchanged.

He knew these old companions, who had been with him since the era of creation, far too well.

Luohu's brutality, Shen Ni's ferocity, and Causality's aggressive bearing—all of it stemmed from their worry over whether fellow Daoist Hong Yuan would win or lose. That heavy anxiety weighed upon their hearts, so they needed this sort of nonsense to dull their fear somewhat.

After all, if Hong Yuan lost, what meaning would there be in fighting over this little pride and these trivial victories?

"Fight, then. Make a fuss."

Yang Mei sighed softly to himself.

Making some noise was better than waiting anxiously in silence.

He quietly raised a hand. Invisible spatial laws rippled outward like water, enclosing all the aftershocks leaking from the three men's battle in one corner so they would not affect him.

Meanwhile, at the core battlefield of the Primordial Universe, the scene was ten thousand times more brutal than that of the Primordial Wilderness Universe.

The entire universe had long since shattered. Billions of stars had gone dark, while the laws of heaven and earth drifted everywhere like shattered glass.

Hong Yuan's Daoist robe had been utterly destroyed, and his entire body was bathed in sacred blood interwoven with gold and violet—some belonged to his enemies, and some to himself.

Even with three Chaos Supreme Treasures protecting him, countless wounds still covered Hong Yuan's body.

Most terrifying of all was the Dao scar that ran across his chest and abdomen. Not only did it cut deeply enough to reveal bone, but it had pierced his origin and indestructible spiritual light. The destruction aura constantly rising from it gnawed away at his Primordial Spirit and body at every moment.

Even Hong Yuan could not completely erase