Why Were the Strong So Ridiculous?

That tone. That innocent expression. The mouths of more than a few Hunyuan and Quasi-Saints twitched.

What the hell was wrong with the Western Lands of Hong Huang? Peace-loving?

Jieyin, Zhunti, Tathagata, Ksitigarbha, Guanyin, Maitreya, Indra, and the other powerhouses silently scoffed. If they could have beaten Luohou, he would already have been on his way to report to Empress Houtu.

Hongjun's expression did not change. "Then I must thank you for coming to congratulate me on reaching the Heavenly Realm!"

Luohou rolled his eyes. "Stop testing me. Did you think I lived all those long years for nothing?

"You refined the Heavenly Dao of Hong Huang. You can draw on its power without limit, as though you possessed a Supreme Treasure, but that power isn't your own.

"And did you really think its power was so easy to borrow? Borrow it once, and you'll spend hundreds of millions of years repaying the debt.

"Your own cultivation is still only at the Half-Step Heaven Realm. As for why I came? Just to laugh at you."

He turned toward the land of Hong Huang and waved. "Xuan, it's been ages! You're still alive?"

The countless powerhouses in the Purple Cloud Palace saw a figure standing tall in the eastern reaches of Hong Huang. A moment later, he appeared inside the palace without the slightest obstruction.

"Hello, everyone!

"Daoist Hongjun, congratulations on breaking free of the Heavenly Dao's restrictions."

His comical manner left everyone questioning everything they knew. Were all Chaos Demon Gods this unruly?

"Thank you!"

"Destruction, you bastard, I thought you were dead.

"With that arrogant streak of yours, I figured Pangu had cut you down."

Luohou looked up at the sky—no, toward Beyond Heavens—as if composing himself. Then he said slowly, "He didn't cut you down, so why would