Could he really be that vicious?

"Little brother!"

Pangu's gaze, like two gentle, warm suns of Chaos, fell precisely upon Hong Yuan.

That gaze held none of the supreme majesty he had displayed during World Creation, when he had overpowered ten thousand Daos. It contained only a gentleness and depth born of blood ties, tempered across endless years.

"You... have grown up."

Though simple, his words carried endless information and emotion.

Although Pangu had slept for countless ages, the moment he awakened, his vast and unmatched will had instantly connected past and present, tracing back to the origin. Everything the Primordial Wilderness had experienced since World Creation—every major event, every minor affair, every change through the ages—flowed through his heart like a river of time running in reverse, clear down to the finest detail.

Thus, he naturally knew exactly how much Hong Yuan had done for the Primordial Wilderness over the years.

He was especially gratified by it.

The little brother who had once curled up beside his toe, speaking in a childish voice, still unformed and forever an embryo, had now grown into someone capable of standing on his own, someone Pangu could rely on.

After all, if not for his little brother, he did not know when he would have awakened.

He might even have been completely reduced to nourishment for the Primordial Universe during the war back then.

It could be said that without Hong Yuan, there would have been no revival of Pangu.

Faced with Pangu's profound sigh, one that carried endless years and boundless achievements, Hong Yuan showed neither excitement nor self-satisfaction.

He merely met his elder brother's gaze quietly. The corners of his lips lifted slightly into a warm, peaceful smile, tinged with the teasing unique to brothers.

He nodded lightly, acknowledging his elder brother's assessment that he had grown