Boom!!!
The sound was like thunder, like war drums, like heavenly music—vast, powerful, and resounding with majestic force.
As the sound rang out, the colossal tree projection that had blotted out the sky vanished. In its place stood a mysterious young man dressed in white, his hands behind his back, standing in the void.
Although compared to the giant tree from before, this figure, no more than two meters tall, could hardly be considered imposing.
Yet he contained an indescribable power. The various Great Daos of Space extended from him, while countless minor paths surrounded and bowed before him, making him seem even more unfathomable. It was as if he were reflected within the Great Dao; no matter who looked up, they could see him clearly.
Ignoring and transcending space, Yang Mei's figure seemed to surpass the boundaries of space itself. As if he were everywhere at once, the Primordial Era Beings all felt that he was close enough to touch.
That was not all. When they saw Yang Mei's figure, countless images seemed to flash before the beings' eyes.
There was Yang Mei being born from a Space Willow Tree in the newly formed Chaos. There was Yang Mei overwhelming numerous Chaos Demon Gods, seemingly carrying Chaos on his back. There was Yang Mei holding up a chaotic space as it churned. Then there were scenes from the battle when Pangu opened the heavens, with Yang Mei suppressing Pangu with the World-Ending Millstone in one hand, among many other images.
For some inexplicable reason, as if inspiration had suddenly struck them, a single thought emerged in the minds of all the beings.
First came Hongjun, then came Heaven; Yang Mei stood before Hongjun!
What was the highest realm of showing off?
Showing off without doing anything!
Taking the initiative to say something was far too weak.
It was too low-class and cheap.
The best way was still for him to say nothing at all. Showing off invisibly, with everything else merely accentuating it from the side, was the most shocking of all.
This was something Shi Chen had taught him. Yang Mei deeply agreed and had thoroughly mastered the art.
"Hongjun? You alone aren't enough."
"Have Ancestral Dragon, Heaven and Earth, and Luohu come at me together."
"Let me see just how strong the juniors who cultivated in the Primordial World after Pangu opened the heavens have become."
Yang Mei stood with his hands behind his back and spoke leisurely.
"..."
The corner of Hongjun's mouth twitched.
"..."
Luohu and the others, who had just arrived, were speechless.
What the hell are you showing off for?
Juniors?
He made it sound as if they weren't all Chaos Demon Gods.
Back in the Chaos era, no one had noticed that Yang Mei was so good at showing off. Wasn't Shi Chen supposed to be the one who liked showing off?
"You've come?"
"Since you have seen the Ancestor of Space, why do you not bow?"
Yang Mei paid no attention to everyone's reactions. He still wore a calm, carefree expression, as if everything were under his control. He raised his eyes slightly and spoke with authority.
Bow! Bow! Bow!
The final word was like heavenly music, echoing and trembling without end. It seemed to contain majestic divine might, vast, exalted, immortal, and boundless.
Hongjun could not bear to watch any longer.
Damn, how can you be so shameless?
Although he had gained a rough understanding of Yang Mei's ostentatious aura while reading Primordial Era genre novels, fiction was fiction. Experiencing it in reality was naturally different—and far more infuriating.
"To fight you, I have no need for others to intervene. Yang Mei, let us have a battle."
As Hongjun's voice fell, he pointed with one hand. Space was sealed off, Chaos was forced back, and a gigantic finger condensed in the sky, directly pressing down toward Yang Mei.
"Good courage!"
Yang Mei shouted, his gaze sharp as he directly met the attack.
Boom!!!
The World-Ending Millstone was summoned. Violent spatial power surged forth. In the blur, faint phantoms seemed to flash behind Yang Mei one after another, while his aura erupted to its absolute peak.
The Three Thousand Great Daos were reflected, as if responding to him, bursting into dazzling rays of Dao light.
His hands formed seals as countless divine abilities and wondrous techniques were unleashed. Countless worlds overlapped, or countless Great Daos collapsed, seemingly stirring up violent spatial turbulence and evolving endless spatial storms.
In an instant, countless techniques evolved. The myriad manifestations of his divine abilities produced Earth, Wind, Water, Fire with only the slightest aftershock. Countless worlds were born and destroyed in the blink of an eye, further increasing the might of Yang Mei's attack.
At a glance, all of Chaos seemed to be churning like a river and overturning like the sea. Chaotic energy spanning more than a hundred billion billion billion light-years surged and boiled. It was truly as if countless worlds were collapsing, as if myriad domains were being destroyed, carrying an unparalleled might as it swept forth.
Everything in the surroundings shattered, seemingly becoming absolute nothingness. Even an ordinary Primordial Chaos Golden Immortal would suffer endless calamities here and be obliterated countless billions of times in an instant.
Luohu and the others were fine. After all, they were all reincarnated Chaos Demon Gods, and they could regularly receive merit from the Heavenly Dao. They were not as weak as ordinary Primordial Chaos Golden Immortals.
Even so, the few of them still looked solemn and extremely cautious.
Yang Mei had been injured less severely than they had during the battle when Pangu opened the heavens. In addition, the Great Dao of Space was easy to repair, but he should not have recovered this much strength already. Could it be the Gate of Taboo?
"Is this the terror of the Chaos Demon Gods...?"
The Primordial Era Beings, including the powerful experts and mighty beings, were all shocked, their minds trembling.
Watch the battle?
There was no need to watch from afar.
The scale and level of this battle were too high. Even from a great distance, even while within the Primordial World, they could see everything clearly, as if it had been reflected directly into their true spirits.
Facing Yang Mei's terrifying might, the Primordial Era Beings felt that even their Dao fruits were being suppressed and their true spirits were trembling. They could not summon the slightest desire to resist or defend themselves. Even looking at it made their minds throb, as if they might fall at any moment.
As for Hongjun, his expression remained indifferent and incomparably calm as he faced Yang Mei's attack.
Terrifying might?
That was perfect. It would let him see the strength of the mythical Dao fruit.
Even though it was not a true mythical Dao fruit, it still possessed some mythical characteristics!
Buzz... Boom!!!
Hongjun's eyes slowly closed, then opened again. In an instant, an invisible roar seemed to erupt. Amid the hazy radiance, a pair of indistinct eyes seemed to appear behind Hongjun.
Exalted, immortal, supreme, and unsurpassed!
Although only a pair of blurry eyes had appeared, they seemed to bear everything and stand above the summit of all things.
Faintly, the outlines of other figures seemed to be visible behind those eyes, yet they were impossible to make out clearly.
Countless worlds were born in an instant, and myriad domains evolved at once. Everything floated and sank beneath them, all things stood below them, as if it were a suppression originating from a difference in status—naturally suppressing everything.
"This is..."
Luohu and the others' pupils contracted.
"Myth... ical!"
As if inspiration had struck him, Yang Mei's face went blank, and he laboriously spat out the two words.
In the depths of Chaos, within a chaotic region of time and space.
Shi Chen had not entered seclusion either. Instead, he was waiting for the outcome of the battle.
Very soon, as if he had received some news, Shi Chen's face filled with astonishment, and he abruptly rose to his feet.
"What the hell? Mythical!?"
"This is bad. Something's going to happen!"
Yang Mei did not know what this was, but how could Shi Chen not know? He had always been communicating with the Gate of Taboo.
Boom!!!
The Gate of Taboo manifested, and countless voices came from within. From the fluctuations in their tones alone, one could clearly sense their disbelief and incredulity. They sounded as if they kept repeating that it was impossible—absolutely impossible.
Shi Chen's expression shifted repeatedly. Thinking of how the Gate of Taboo had once painted him a grand picture of the terror of the mythical system, he took another deep breath.
No, he had to figure out what was going on.
Did Hongjun possess the Mythical Method?
That was impossible.
It made no sense.
Could it be related to that River God?
No, could the River God even bring out the Mythical Method?
What kind of joke was this?
Now that Hongjun had the Mythical Method, how was he supposed to play this game?
Shi Chen's head was buzzing.
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