The Eternal Seed Desires It Too

"Dao Ancestor, your visit to my humble underworld truly makes you a rare guest."

Qin Mu stood with his hands clasped behind his back, calm and composed, with neither joy nor anger detectable in his tone.

He looked Hongjun up and down, seeing everything as clearly as a mirror in his heart.

This fellow could have come sooner or later, yet he had chosen to arrive precisely when the Primordial Heavenly Demon had been born and Qin Mu himself had just made a breakthrough.

And judging by how frantic he looked, where was even a shred of a Dao Ancestor's bearing? He was plainly someone with nowhere left to turn, here to call in reinforcements.

Hongjun grew somewhat uncomfortable under Qin Mu's scrutiny. The emotional fluctuations on that blurred face became even more apparent.

He took a deep breath and forcibly composed himself, his voice carrying a trace of urgency. "Daoist Qin Mu, I presume you already know what happened at Kunlun Mountain."

Qin Mu gave a noncommittal nod in response.

What nonsense. With such a huge disturbance, if he still did not know, then his breakthrough into the Heavenly Dao realm would have been for nothing.

"What exactly is the origin of that Primordial Heavenly Demon? Does Dao Ancestor know?" Qin Mu could not be bothered to beat around the bush and went straight to the point.

He wanted to see what else this representative of the Heavenly Dao could keep hidden up his sleeve.

At those words, Hongjun instinctively glanced at Empress Pingxin beside him, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.

What he was about to say concerned the deepest secrets of the Primordial World—taboos that even the Heavenly Dao could not fully control. It might not be appropriate for an outsider to hear them.

Qin Mu