Within Purple Heaven Palace, atop the Dao platform.
A white-haired old man with an ancient, strange visage sat cross-legged.
At first glance, the old man seemed utterly unremarkable and ordinary, just like the elderly man next door.
But the next moment, his aura abruptly changed, seemingly infinitely vast, yet infinitely small.
Like a true dragon whose head and tail could not be seen, like the profound and mysterious Great Dao.
Merely sitting there, he seemed to preside over the center of space and time, the source from which all worlds and Daos arose.
Ancestor Hongjun held the Jade Plate of Creation in his hands and slowly opened his eyes.
His indifferent, emotionless gaze shifted slightly, and a trace of doubt arose in his heart:
"How strange. What exactly happened to provoke the Heavenly Dao's fury?"
"Could some Chaos Demon God be toying with heaven and earth?"
But that should not have been possible.
After World Creation, the Pangu Clan had used supreme Greater Divine Ability to sever the Primordial Great World, along with the surrounding chaos, from the Chaos Sea, completely cutting off its connection to the myriad worlds and multiverse.
No matter how keen the noses of those Chaos Demon Gods were, they should not have been able to sneak into the Primordial Great World right under his nose.
"Could it have been the remnant souls of the demon gods slain beneath the Pangu Axe during World Creation?"
Hongjun shook his head, instantly overturning his own speculation.
Though those demon god remnants retained the legacy of their first lives, their strength was insufficient to evade the Heavenly Dao's discerning gaze.
"Then what could it be..."
Daoist Hongjun murmured.
The Jade Plate of Creation in his hand floated through the void, turning slowly.
At once, phantoms of the Three Thousand