"Cough, cough. Everyone, I am, after all, the Dao Ancestor of Hong Huang."
A voice rang out from within an ancient palace in the chaotic Void.
"Well, well, Hongjun. I thought you had died in the River of Time and Space. Seems you too lacked the courage to face Pangu's axe light that spanned all ages and showed such favoritism."
A mocking voice came from the depths of the East Sea.
"You flatter me. If I had the courage and ability, why would I be in this state? Aren't you all the same?"
"Wait. Once Hong Huang grows strong enough to protect itself from the surviving Chaos creatures and Demon Gods, perhaps Pangu's methods will weaken or vanish. Then we can travel freely between Chaos and Hong Huang."
"Hmph, and how long will that take?"
"Easier said than done. Forget Chaos creatures like us—even the three thousand Origin Demon Gods, who overlook the epochs of Chaos and stand high above at the source of the River of Time and Space, were cut down like vegetables by Pangu."
"Easier said than done indeed. The mere barrier of the Hunyuan Supreme Realm has already made these fellows suffer enough. To gain the strength to protect themselves against those supreme Origin Demon Gods whom even we can only look up to? What wishful thinking!"
"Hehe, the times are different now. As the Great Dao evolves, things will only get better.
"Thus, there may not be no chance of Transcendence now."
"See you in a hundred thousand years!"
Several peerless great cultivators communicated through divine thoughts across the Void without any attempt at concealment. Their conversation shocked all living beings of Hong Huang, and the Saints were not much better.
They were Saints, but that was merely a status, akin to an office