Just as the battle between Venerable Yuanshi and Nuwa had reached a fever pitch and even begun to affect the World Origin of the Primordial Era,
High above the nine heavens, beyond the thirty-third layer of heaven, the Purplecloud Palace—unchanged for countless ages and the symbol of Heaven's supreme authority—shook violently.
Deep within the palace, an old man dressed in a gray Daoist robe, as if fused with the entire void, slowly opened his eyes.
His gaze held not the slightest trace of emotion. It was detached and hollow, as though it contained the supreme laws of the cosmos: the birth and destruction of the universe, and the cycle of all things.
He was Dao Ancestor Hongjun.
His gaze pierced endless expanses of space and time, instantly settling upon the battlefield at Xiqi.
Watching Yuanshi and Nuwa fight like two shrews brawling in the street, their battle tearing apart heaven and earth, even Hongjun's eternally impassive face twitched slightly.
Outrageous!
Utterly outrageous!
The Sages were the cornerstones of Heaven's workings, beings who suppressed the fortune of the Primordial Era.
And now, over such a trivial matter, they were fighting to the death like mortal cultivators, right before countless living beings?
What kind of conduct was that?
Especially Yuanshi!
As one of Pangu's Orthodox Lineage and one of the Three Pure Ones, he had let his anger overwhelm him and abandoned even the most basic dignity expected of a Sage.
And Nuwa!
She had always been quiet and unattached to worldly affairs. Why had she gone mad along with him this time?
Hongjun's brows furrowed slightly.
He made a divination, only to find that the Heavenly Secrets were a complete muddle.
A force beyond even his full comprehension shrouded this tribulation, tangling every cause and effect into a hopeless mess.
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