The Dao Ancestor Hongjun's aura also spread through Chaos. The few of them immediately fell silent, not daring to move, afraid that the Dao Ancestor would notice something amiss.
Within Chaos, two supremely powerful auras slowly spread, each occupying its own expanse of heaven and earth, faintly forming a rivaling standoff.
Inside Nüwa Palace, Tongtian furrowed his brow.
This aura was so unfamiliar. He had never sensed it before.
Whose aura was this? It was so powerful that it could stand shoulder to shoulder with the Dao Ancestor.
Why had they never sensed the aura of such a powerful figure before? It was so unfamiliar.
Had this being arrived now with some scheme in mind? Would it affect the Journey to the West Great Calamity?
And what was his relationship with Hongjun?
Questions filled the hearts of everyone in Nüwa Palace, and they all turned their eyes toward Wang Yuan.
Seeing everyone looking at him, Wang Yuan froze. "What are you looking at me for?"
The others could only helplessly withdraw their gazes and wait quietly inside Nüwa Palace while sensing the two terrifying auras within Chaos.
In the vast Chaos, Dao Ancestor Hongjun wore a Daoist robe. In the blink of an eye, he had crossed an endlessly distant expanse.
Soon, a figure appeared before him.
A white-haired old man in a long robe stood with his back to him, his hands clasped behind him. He looked utterly ordinary.
Yet only Dao Ancestor Hongjun could sense that the old man carried an aura identical to his own.
It was the aura of his kind.
This aura had once been so familiar to him.
The old man did not even need to turn around for him to know exactly who he was.
"It's you? You came back again?"
Hongjun's gaze