With a thought, Hongjun brought Nuwa's True Spirit to the Empress Wa's Palace in the Thirty-three Heavens.
The Transmigrator Nuwa felt a pang of sadness upon seeing Hongjun appear.
Since her system was taken away by Hongjun, she has been missing without a trace. She dares not leave Empress Wa's Palace, for fear of accidentally disrupting Hongjun's plans.
" Dao Ancestor... what brings you here?"
The Transmigrator Nuwa spoke softly, not daring to look directly at Hongjun.
She possessed the original body; did Hongjun come here to destroy her?
Then, the Transmigrator Nuwa caught sight of the real Nuwa standing beside Hongjun and was instantly stunned.
Hongjun said calmly, "Although you didn't do anything to destroy the Prehistoric World, you still took over Nuwa's physical body. You know what to do."
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to."
Transmigrator Nuwa finished speaking to the real Nuwa, she left her physical body on her own.
Hongjun seized the True Spirit of the Transmigrator Nuwa, and the real Nuwa beside him.
"Let's go back."
Nuwa nodded and plunged herself directly into her own body.
The Primordial Violet Qi that remained within Nuwa's physical body without being infused with True Spirit was also refined by Nuwa at this time.
Only then did Nuwa truly achieve the status of Heavenly Dao Sage.
"Thank you, Shizun."
Nuwa bowed to Hongjun.
Hongjun nodded and cautioned, "Although you have attained the Primordial Realm, your position as a saint is not secure due to the substitution of Outer-Heaven Demon. Do not get involved in the Measure Calamity."
After speaking, Hongjun returned to the Zixiao Palace with the True Spirit of the Transmigrator Nuwa.
When the Four Saints saw Hongjun reappear in the Zixiao Palace, but not Nuwa, they knew that the real Nuwa had returned to the Prehistoric World.
Hongjun swept his gaze over the people in the Zixiao Palace, and then used powerful means to bring them directly to the Prehistoric World Barrier.
Now that one Heavenly Dao Sage after another is appearing, it's time for them to learn some things.
After being brought to the Prehistoric World Barrier, everyone's attention quickly fell on the three people stuck in the ground.
"That... that's not my physical body, is it?"
Dong Hua spoke first, having always believed that his physical body, along with the Transmigrator, had been destroyed by Tai Yi.
Unexpectedly, it was located at the boundary of the Prehistoric World Barrier.
Compared to Dong Hua's doubts, the Four Saints saw things more clearly.
"Hiss... They're all Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal!"
Yuanshi felt a chill run down his spine upon seeing them. He was currently only at the first level of the Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal, and his aura was completely inferior to that of these three.
Just as the group was about to go closer to take a look, Yang Mei, who had been resting with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them in the newly dug pit.
"Oh my god, it's come back to life!" The group unconsciously took a few steps back.
Hongjun smiled upon seeing this and walked up to Yangmei.
"Fellow Daoist Yang Mei, please don't joke like this with a junior."
Yang Mei chuckled, " Hongjun, aren't we brothers?"
"Of course."
Hongjun answered without hesitation.
The two had an extremely deep friendship; otherwise, they wouldn't have gone to fight Luo Hou together.
"Can you get me out of here...?"
"That won't do. You consumed a lot of the Primordial Origin when you rebuilt your cultivation in the Prehistoric World. Now you have to pay back your debt."
Hongjun ignored Yang Mei's resentful gaze and began calculating the accounts in one go.
"Back when you cultivated back to the peak of the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm, the principal plus the interest over the years would have required you to work here for Primordial Era."
Those following behind Hongjun heard clearly the conversation between Hongjun and Yang Mei.
The person planted in the ground was none other than the legendary Ancestor Yang Mei!
"Hey, you four, get yourself out of the ground, and I can bestow upon you the method to Primordial Limitless."
Yang Mei's gaze fell on the Four Saints.
Laozi remained silent, Yuanshi Tianzun pondered, while Jieyin and Zhunti looked towards Hongjun.
"Don't listen to his nonsense. If you use his methods to attain the Primordial Limitless, you'll only end up as vessels for the resurrection of the Space Demon God."
After Hongjun finished explaining, the Four Saints also put away their ulterior motives.
Come to think of it, Yang Mei hasn't even recovered his Demon God Body yet, so how could he possibly have a way to help them attain the Primordial Limitless?
" Hongjun, did you come here today just to bring the younger generation to laugh at me?"
"If that's the case, then you win..."
Yang Mei knew Hongjun's character very well; he was actually capable of doing such a thing.
Hongjun's lips twitched.
Is he really that indecent?
"No, my presence here today is the will of Heavenly Dao."
Upon hearing this, Yang Mei almost choked on her breath.
Do they all want to see him make a fool of himself?
"Teacher... didn't you already merge with the Heavenly Dao?" Yuanshi seized the opportunity and hurriedly asked.
"Oh, that's playing with Outer-Heaven Demon."
As soon as Hongjun finished speaking, a spatial fluctuation appeared at the boundary of the Prehistoric World Barrier.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Hao's blurry figure quietly appeared before everyone's eyes.
Everyone was shocked, especially the Four Saints of Heavenly Dao, who felt it even more intensely.
The figure was clearly there, yet it seemed to exist outside of any Space-Time, space, or cause and effect.
He is like a reflection of the entire Prehistoric World past, present, and future, and even the endless changes of Chaos.
The mere glance was enough to cause the Primordial Spirit of the four newly ascended saints— Yuanshi, Laozi, Jieyin, and Zhunti— to tremble, their True Spirit glowing faintly.
Even Hongjun bowed his head slightly at this moment, showing great respect.
" The Heavenly Dao..." Laozi and Yuanshi murmured simultaneously, their tones complex.
Although they had attained sainthood and their Primordial Spirit were entrusted to the void of the Heavenly Dao, they still felt as insignificant as dust when facing the true ruler of this Prehistoric World.
"Old Zhang! You've finally arrived!"
Yang Mei, who was stuck in the ground, seemed to have seen a savior. Her eyes lit up, and she shouted at the top of her lungs:
"It's one thing for these youngsters to be ignorant, but this old codger Hongjun is joining in the commotion too!"
"Hurry up and get me out of here! This wretched place is so deserted, I can't even talk to anyone, I'm suffocating!"
Zhang Hao's blurry figure seemed to shift slightly, looking towards Yang Mei.
" Yang Mei..."
Zhang Hao's voice seemed to resonate directly within the depths of Primordial Spirit, carrying a peculiar gentleness, yet containing an undeniable majesty.
"You've been eating and living in my Prehistoric World for so Primordial Era, and you still haven't paid off the debts you owe."
"Having you contribute your remaining energy here, transforming some Chaos energy and replenishing the Primordial Origin, isn't that a great job?"
"This is a legitimate position, a model job for the re-employment of Chaos Demon God."
Yang Mei's face turned green. "Pah! Clothing?! Who makes clothing like a potted plant in the ground?!"
He twisted his neck with difficulty, gesturing to Pan Jin and East Prince Gong, who were also impaled beside him.
"How can I be compared to them? I am a legitimate Chaos Demon God! A person of standing!"
Zhang Hao's figure seemed to ripple with an almost imperceptible wave, as if he were smiling.
"It's precisely because you are Chaos Demon God with high cultivation that your transformation efficiency is so high."
"Look, in such a short time, the Primordial Origin has increased by a full one millionth thanks to you!"
Yang Mei nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. "Beast! Beast!"
"Don't you really remember anything from the past...?"
Zhang Hao coughed lightly, and Yang Mei's words caught in her throat. She could only stare with her old eyes full of resentment.
Hongjun turned his head away, pretending not to hear.
The Four Saints and the Great Power figures of the Zixiao Palace held their breath and dared not raise their heads.
Is this something they can even hear?!
Zhang Hao seemed to feel that arguing with Yang Mei in front of a "junior" was beneath him.
He ignored Yang Mei's cursing and swearing, and his blurry figure turned slightly towards the Four Saints and the crowd behind Hongjun.
"Now that you have seen this scene, you should understand."
" The Prehistoric World is not the chessboard of destiny you imagine it to be."
Zhang Hao's voice was calm, yet it possessed a penetrating power that went straight to the heart of the matter.
" Outer-Heaven Demon, system hosts, transmigrated souls... such variables are endless."
"However, variables can also be a source of hope."
Everyone seemed to be deep in thought, and they could all see the shock and realization in the eyes of the others.
It turns out... the Heavenly Dao is not ignorant, nor is it a cold rule that schemes against all living beings.
He knows everything, and even... is intentionally guiding, or rather, exploiting these so-called variables?