What?!
How could Hongjun be so strong?!
Pan Jin clearly remembered that his big brother had severed Hongjun's origin!
Even if Hongjun had integrated with the Dao, his current strength shouldn't exceed the third heaven of the Primordial Realm.
What were these thirty-seven Hun Yuan Great Daos?!
He must not have woken up yet. He was still dreaming...
Pan Jin stared at the thirty-seven bands of light slowly circling around Hongjun, each radiating the complete aura of a Hun Yuan Great Dao. His scalp went numb, and his breathing stopped.
Wasn't one of them the Great Dao of Strength that had belonged to him just moments ago?!
"Impossible... This is impossible..." Pan Jin's voice was hoarse as he instinctively took a step back.
"It's fake. It's all an illusion! A heart demon! Hongjun, you won't shake my Dao Heart!"
He bit the tip of his tongue hard, trying to use the sharp pain to wake himself from this "dream."
The metallic sweetness of blood instantly filled Pan Jin's mouth.
But the terrifying sight of those thirty-seven Hun Yuan Great Daos before him didn't disappear.
Instead, it grew clearer and more oppressive!
Each Great Dao seemed to bear an entire world within it, containing the power to create the heavens and earth and shape all living things.
The pressure created by their interweaving made Pan Jin, who had just been brimming with confidence and believed his seventh-heaven Primordial Realm cultivation was enough to sweep across the Prehistoric World, feel his bones creaking and his Primordial Spirit trembling.
This definitely wasn't an illusion!
Hongjun watched him quietly, his gaze calm and impassive, as though he were looking at some insignificant object.
"Your memories are false."
Hongjun spoke slowly. His voice wasn't loud, but it pierced through the chaotic currents and reached the