Reborn as Haotian

There is no distinction between up, down, left, or right, nor any separation between past and future.

Only the endless chaotic energy surges and churns.

This is the Boundless Chaos, a place where the Ten Thousand Great Dao Laws do not exist!

Even for a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal arriving here, there is a risk of Death and Dao Annihilation without an Innate Spirit Treasure for protection.

Yet at this moment, within this Boundless Chaos that should have been empty, two glimmering stones float suspended.

"Where am I?!"

Inside the slightly larger stone, the consciousness of Wang Shen awakens from ignorance. He perceives the scene outside through the stone layers, his heart jolting in surprise.

"Am I dreaming?"

"Or... did I transmigrate?!!"

Wang Shen feels dazed. He was merely tripped by a rock from who knows where while walking, and he actually transmigrated?!

Hum!

Just as Wang Shen ponders, a vast and boundless pressure diffuses from the distance, instantly shrouding the endless void.

"High upon the nine-fold clouds, the Prayer Mat reveals the truth of the Dao."

"Outside the Primordial World, I shall be the honored teacher."

"Pangu gave birth to the Taiji, the two modes and four symbols follow."

"Leader of the Mystic Gate, one breath transforms into Hongjun."

"I am Hongjun. Having now Proving the Dao and Becoming a Saint, I shall open my dojo, the Purple Firmament Palace, within the Chaos."

"After one Yuanhui, I will preach the Primordial Chaos Great Dao inside the Purple Firmament Palace. Those with affinity may all come to listen!"

Boom!

The might of the Saint covers the sky and earth, shrouding the Four Seas and Eight Wastelands.

Within the Primordial World, apart from the Twelve Ancestral Witches beneath Buzhou Mountain, all bow their heads to pay homage and offer congratulations.

Even the two stones situated at the edge of the Chaos feel this supreme momentum that transcends the Ten Thousand Great Dao Laws.

"Hongjun? Becoming a Saint? Preaching at the Purple Firmament Palace!"

"Could this place... be the Primordial World??" Wang Shen is shaken to his core.

As a veteran reader of web novels, he is far too familiar with the term Primordial World.

That is the origin of the Immortal Dao, and also the most dangerous place in all the heavens and myriad worlds, where opportunities are the most unpredictable.

"Could it be that I have transmigrated into the Primordial World?"

"Wait... if this is the Primordial World, then this gray, empty void outside... could it be... the Boundless Chaos?!!"

Wang Shen thinks rapidly, his thoughts surging.

The Primordial World is fraught with danger; Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals are everywhere, and Golden Immortals are as common as dogs.

He must figure out his current situation as soon as possible.

"In the Boundless Chaos, even a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal cannot guarantee absolute safety, yet the place where I reside remains unscathed."

"And looking at the shape, I seem to be inside a stone right now."

"If that is the case, could I have transmigrated into..." A faint, ominous premonition rises in Wang Shen's heart.

Just at this moment...

Boom!

Another sound resonates through the Chaos, and the boundless chaotic energy begins to boil.

Hongjun, surrounded by thousands of purple mists, steps out from the Primordial World and enters the Chaos.

As Hongjun descends, the Chaos, which had been silent for infinite ages, suddenly begins to riot.

Chaotic Weak Water emerges from the void, Chaotic Divine Thunder weaves into a net, and the Chaotic Gale howls and sweeps through...

A series of the most terrifying calamities manifest, intending to tear apart everything, whether tangible or intangible...

Wang Shen, inside the stone, witnesses this scene and feels his Primordial Spirit swaying, nearly dissipating.

Just as he is about to be utterly destroyed, Hongjun, surrounded by purple mist, moves.

He lifts his right arm slightly and points with his fingers.

In an instant, the phantoms of the Three Thousand Great Dao Laws manifest in the void, transforming into chains of laws that crisscross.

The raging chaotic calamities are suppressed by the Great Dao phenomena and return to calm.

At the same time, in the center of the Chaos, immeasurable Dao rhymes converge.

A towering palace slowly takes shape amidst the intertwining Three Thousand Great Dao Laws.

Glazed tiles for the roof, purple gold for the pillars, and on the door plaque are written three Great Dao divine characters... Purple Firmament Palace.

Hongjun stands at the edge of the Chaos, glances at the completed palace, and nods slightly.

Immediately, he turned to look in the direction where Wang Shen was located.

Wang Shen felt a supreme will sweep over him, as if all his secrets were instantly laid bare.

"You two share a predestined affinity with me."

Hongjun seemed not to notice the anomaly of "Wang Shen," once again raising his right hand and flicking his finger.

From his fingertip burst forth the boundless Mystic Light of Creation, enveloping the two stones.

After a few breaths... the light gradually dissipated, and from within walked out a pair of a boy and a girl, both carved from jade and naturally imbued with spiritual charm.

Hongjun's gaze fell upon the boy Wang Shen had transformed into, and he said indifferently: "You were formed from the interaction between a Primordial Chaotic Stone and a wisp of Innate Yang Qi; you shall be named Haotian."

Wang Shen felt a flash of inspiration and immediately bowed: "Haotian thanks Esteemed Master for the grace of enlightenment and naming!"

Hongjun then looked at the girl beside him and said: "You were formed from the interaction between a Primordial Chaotic Stone and a wisp of Innate Yin Qi; you shall be named Yaochi."

The girl hurriedly mimicked Wang Shen's posture and bowed: "Yaochi thanks Esteemed Master for the grace of enlightenment and naming!"

Hongjun said no more, waving his large sleeve to sweep up the two children.

With a single step, he crossed the endless chaos and arrived before the Purple Firmament Palace.

After setting the two down, Hongjun manifested two purple jade tokens from the void, pushing them toward the two people with Saint Power.

"These are the *Purple Firmament Token*s. With these tokens, you may command the various formations within the palace and travel between the Primordial World and the chaos."

"I shall enter Secluded Cultivation to stabilize my Saint realm. You two must manage the palace well; do not fail in your duties."

"Disciple obeys the decree!" Wang Shen and Yaochi replied in unison.

Hongjun nodded slightly, his figure gradually fading as he stepped into the Purple Firmament Palace and vanished from sight.

Once the pressure of the Saint had completely dissipated, the tense expression on Yaochi's small face finally relaxed. She let out a soft sigh and then offered a graceful bow to Wang Shen: "Younger Sister greets Elder Brother."

"Mm." Wang Shen responded distractedly.

At this moment, his heart was a whirlwind of complex emotions.

He had not expected his previous conjecture to actually come true.

He had truly been reborn as Haotian!

This result... was truly not very pleasant.

As everyone knows, Haotian is the Boy by Hongjun's side.

At the same time, he is the future Heavenly Emperor who rules over the Three Realms and Six Paths.

But it is also well known that this Heavenly Emperor is nothing more than a puppet.

Above, he is controlled by the Dao Ancestor Hongjun; in the middle, he is checked by the joint efforts of the six *Saint*s; below, he is defied by the various immortals.

It could be said that in the Three Realms and Six Paths, only the companion-born Yaochi truly treated him as a real Heavenly Emperor.

It was not until later, when Haotian wept to Hongjun, that the Investiture of the Gods war was ignited, filling the positions of the three hundred and sixty-five *Orthodox God*s, that his situation improved slightly.

But in reality, it did not improve by much.

Because these three hundred and sixty-five *Orthodox God*s were mostly disciples of Jiejiao, and the disciples of Jiejiao were the least obedient.

Therefore, when faced with Haotian's orders, most of them would just go through the motions, defying him while pretending to comply.

This led to the later incident where, when Sun Wukong wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, Haotian was left helpless against a demon immortal who had only cultivated for a few hundred years, forced to ask the Tathagata of the Western Heaven to intervene and resolve the crisis.

Wang Shen recalled these memories with bitterness.

As far as he knew.

Yang Jian had once rebelled against Heaven.

Sun Wukong had once rebelled against Heaven.

Chenxiang had also rebelled against Heaven.

Other famous demons and monsters would also frequently clamor about rebelling against Heaven.

Even practitioners of the righteous path often had "defying the heavens" on their lips.

"The most pathetic figure in the Primordial World..." Wang Shen felt deeply helpless.

"Elder Brother... are you, are you alright?" Yaochi, who was standing to the side, saw Wang Shen's expression shifting constantly and asked in a small voice.