The Dao Ancestor Sent Me to Catch Transmigrators? The Technology Saint-Slaying System? You Know Nothing of the True Primordial Wilderness
Qingyuan stood in the Zixiao Palace.
His memories had returned.
He remembered who he was.
He remembered becoming the Dao Ancestor's disciple, and how he had once told the Dao Ancestor that he had a system.
He remembered the opportunity the Dao Ancestor had given him.
Reverse effect into cause, attain mythic Daluo, and live.
Fail, and his body dies, Dao vanishes!
He had succeeded.
Yet his expression was complicated.
In that time line, he had hunted Hongjun countless times.
He had dragged Hongjun out of one time line after another, devoured his dao fruit piece by piece, consumed his essence strand by strand, and erased his existence little by little.
He had hunted Hongjun for countless epochs.
He had devoured countless reflections of Hongjun.
He had refined countless reincarnations of Hongjun.
Yet the true Hongjun stood before him and had done nothing!
He held no grudge.
He sought no revenge.
He had never even mentioned it.
Qingyuan's lips moved, but something blocked his throat.
He wanted to bow in thanks.
He wanted to kneel and kowtow.
He wanted to thank the Dao Ancestor for giving him this chance, for not erasing him outright when he transmigrated here, and for still accepting him after he attained the Dao.
But before his knees could bend, Hongjun raised his hand.
That gesture was light.
As light as wind passing over water, yet it kept him from bending.
It was not merely his body that could not bend; even his dao heart could not bend.
It was as though that raised hand had stripped the very concept of "kneeling in homage" from him.
"All mythic Daluo are equal in standing."
Hongjun spoke calmly.
His voice was as level as an echo that had existed since before heaven and earth were split apart.
"There