I Am the Great Dao

In the Chaos.

"Hiss... my head hurts so much."

As he drifted in and out of consciousness, all he felt was endless pain.

Hongjun slowly opened his eyes.

Wait... Hongjun?

I think I'm Hongjun?

Why?

Who am I?

He tried to recall who he was, but he couldn't remember anything clearly.

The headache made his memories jumbled.

In his haze, he only remembered that he should have been a person from Blue Star.

"I'm Hongjun? No... I shouldn't be Hongjun!"

Hongjun suddenly jolted awake.

He opened his eyes.

Darkness surrounded him, an endless expanse of Chaos.

Hongjun sat helplessly in the Chaos.

Everything here was shattering his worldview.

He just sat there blankly, absorbing the memories in his mind.

Years passed, perhaps tens of thousands, perhaps hundreds of millions.

Hongjun suddenly emitted a divine light.

"I am the Great Dao of the Chaos Primordial World!"

Finally, he had sorted through the memories in his mind.

He was originally the Great Dao of this Chaos Primordial World. The world was undamaged, and within it, he was omniscient.

No one in this world could defeat him.

As for why he had transmigrated...

He hadn't transmigrated; he had always been himself.

This Primordial World had already gone through countless cycles of reincarnation, and with each cycle, the world grew stronger.

The memories in his mind, where he thought he was from Blue Star, were brought back by a sliver of his soul from the previous world cycle.

The Primordial World would eventually head towards the Age of Dharma's End; this was his own arrangement, without any reason or excuse.

It was as if it were destined.

In the past, he lacked the memories of the more than twenty years in the Age of Dharma's End.

He was like an emotionless machine.

He only thought about operating the Primordial World, making it stronger through repeated cycles.

But now, it was different. He had regained emotions, the emotions from over twenty years of life on Blue Star carried by that wisp of his soul.

Only now could he be called the Great Dao!

"Hiss, I never expected this, that my origins would be so grand?"

A smile played on Hongjun's lips. It was too interesting. He couldn't wait to see the legendary Primordial World.

The magnificent and vast Primordial World!

Just as he smiled knowingly.

The three thousand silver strands on his head rapidly turned black. The few aged wrinkles on his face disappeared bit by bit, as if he had received the ultimate wrinkle-removing treatment.

His gray, earthy robe transformed into a brand-new azure shirt.

His complexion brightened considerably, and his hunched back straightened.

His walking stick turned into a folding fan.

As the saying goes, one's appearance reflects one's inner state. A different mindset leads to a different bearing.

His aged body regained its youth.

This proved he now possessed a youthful heart.

The former Hongjun was merely an emotionless "tool," and even if his initial mindset was excellent, all his passion would eventually be worn away.

Imagine what it feels like to be invincible.

Invincible is lonely, solitary, and boring.

Imagine further, if merely being invincible was the extent of it.

However, there are even stronger existences than you; they reside in other Chaos Universes.

To become stronger, he issued a mission to himself within his subconscious.

The only way to grow stronger was to expand his world. For every bit his world grew, he grew a bit stronger.

Therefore, Hongjun initiated world after world of reincarnation.

Through endless cycles of reincarnation, his mindset was worn smooth.

Life after life, life after life.

In his endless reincarnation, his emotions were nearly extinguished.

Before he had grown to this level, he had wondered if he would one day lose all emotion.

And this was precisely why this wisp of his soul had returned here.

This was a contingency he had left for himself.

In truth, he wasn't originally called Hongjun.

And this place was originally just a mythical world.

Through countless cycles of reincarnation, Hongjun had set the plot for the reincarnation.

Through repeated revisions and additions, he created the Primordial World.

This, then, was how the Primordial World came to be.

And he, who was once passionate, wanted to develop this nascent world well.

So he established the highest of identities.

The Heavenly Dao thus appeared.

And he, naturally, became the spokesperson for the Heavenly Dao, controlling the entire Primordial World and the fate of all beings within it.

His Daoist title was—Hongjun!

Heavenly Dao Hongjun!

Dao Ancestor Hongjun!

Hongjun smiled confidently, "Excellent, excellent! Striving for the growth of the Primordial World! It all starts with... Pangu Creates Heaven!"

From this moment on, he would once again become the Great Dao.

The only difference from the very beginning was the addition of over twenty years of memories from Blue Star.

Hongjun picked up his folding fan and slowly stood up.

Looking at the surrounding expanse of Chaos.

He couldn't help but feel a shiver of fear.

"Indeed, it's better to create heaven. This expanse of Chaos is truly boring."

He fanned himself with his folding fan, a hint of helplessness in his voice.

"Hmm... I'll still be male. Being female... is really unbearable."

He was now the Great Dao, formless and imageless, the supreme existence of the world.

He could be male, female, or even all living beings.

But with the memories of over twenty years on Blue Star, a human form was indeed the most comfortable.

As for being female... apologies, he still preferred being male.

After all, in his memories, whether it was Hongjun or his twenty-plus years on Blue Star, he had always been a man.

"Pangu Creates Heaven... First, there must be Pangu, then the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods, and after that, Pangu's magical treasures, the Chaos Green Lotus, the Jade Disk of Creation, the Sky-Opening Axe..."

Hongjun organized everything about Pangu Creates Heaven in his mind, his hands never stopping.

With a wave of his hand, three thousand giant eggs appeared.

Giant eggs formed from Chaos Qi.

Each giant egg represented a Great Dao law.

They were the avatars of the Three Thousand Great Daos, each mastering a single law, and to the peak of cultivation.

These giant eggs, in the later Primordial World, even before their birth, emitted an aura far exceeding that of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

Among them, one of the largest giant eggs, its emitted Dao rhythm even rivaled that of a Heavenly Dao Sage!

He was Pangu! The Primordial Great Heavenly King! The master of the Law of Strength.

Standing on the Thirty-Six-Rank Chaos Green Lotus, holding the Chaos Supreme Treasure Sky-Opening Axe, with the Chaos Supreme Treasure Jade Disk of Creation above his head!

Pangu, who single-handedly fought the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods, created heaven and earth, and his body became all things in the Primordial World!

"It seems... I am among the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods?"

That's right, according to the Primordial World novels from Blue Star, among the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods, there were various versions of Old Ancestor Hongjun.

Some transformed from Earthworms, some from the curve that broke the Yin-Yang Fish in the center of the Innate Taiji, and some were Chaos Demon Gods who controlled the Law of Immortality.

There are various versions of Hongjun.

"These people are really something. How did my Great Dao become an earthworm? And some even say I'm a loach, which is ridiculous."

Hongjun shook his head helplessly. He decided to add himself into the mix.

Let future generations see that I, Hongjun, am not a loach!

"Hmm... How about Hongjun, who masters the Four-Nine Heavenly Dao? The Four-Nine Heavenly Dao ranks within the top hundred among the Three Thousand Great Daos."

Hongjun stroked his chin and waved his hand, sending a golden streak of light towards one of the giant eggs.

The innate energy of that giant egg also transformed into the Dao rhythm of the Four-Nine Heavenly Dao!

He was still greedy. Other Chaos Demon Gods mastered one Great Dao.

But he, Hongjun, mastered forty-nine Great Daos.

This was playing with words. Four-Nine Heavenly Dao. If one didn't master forty-nine Great Daos, could it be called the Four-Nine Heavenly Dao?