A faint golden light appeared across Xuanyuan's body, enveloping him completely.
The golden light seemed almost tangible and indestructible. Even Hongjun's full-force attack could not shake it in the slightest.
As time passed, that terrifying aura grew stronger and stronger, like an unstoppable torrent surging toward them.
The oppressive force it brought left Hongjun shaken, as if it would swallow the entire world.
The aura seemed to fill every breath of air. Even as a Heavenly Dao Saint, he could barely breathe.
Hongjun's eyes widened as he stared at the scene before him, unable to believe what he was seeing.
Deep fear rose in his heart.
Yes, fear!
Hongjun could no longer remember how long it had been since he last felt fear.
Across the entire Primordial World, among its countless living beings, everyone knew that Ancestor Hongjun was a Heavenly Dao Saint. Few knew that his true form was one of the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods.
Ever since his battle against Pangu in the Chaos World, countless ages ago, this was the first time Hongjun had felt fear.
At the thought of Pangu, something stirred in Hongjun's heart.
But before he could think any further—
Suddenly, the golden light flashed, then shot straight toward him.
At the same time, a roar that shook heaven and earth rang out in his sea of consciousness, making the entire space tremble violently.
Hongjun's expression changed drastically, and he instinctively gathered all his Spiritual Power.
But just as he was about to unleash his strongest technique, he abruptly discovered that everything before his eyes was shattering like colored glass.
He was still seated high on his cloud bed. Below him, Xuanyuan looked up at him with a half-smile, a hint of mockery in his eyes. Xuanyuan's smug voice came from beside him.