Hongjun stood in the void with a Folding Fan in hand, facing a purple, nebula-like world.
He looked somewhat thin, but behind him were Three Thousand Worlds!
Even the smallest of these worlds was as large as a galaxy, while the largest could even rival the Primordial World!
Yet these mighty worlds behind Hongjun were no more than three thousand tiny stars.
This slender-looking young man was truly magnificent!
Perhaps it would take countless worlds combined to compare with him?
What was he doing?
The answer: creating a world.
Creating a world was something anyone could do once they reached the Golden Immortal realm.
It was as easy as could be.
But the world he was creating wasn't an ordinary one. It was the Chaos that preceded the Primordial World, the one Pangu would open up!
He waved the Folding Fan in his hand.
The purple nebula before him instantly scattered into three thousand streams of purple qi!
These three thousand streams of purple qi represented the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods!
The moment the purple qi appeared, each stream flew into one of the three thousand giant eggs below.
This purple qi was Primordial Violet Qi!
The Foundation of Dao: Primordial Violet Qi.
Only after being infused with Primordial Violet Qi could they truly break through the shackles of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm.
Without this Primordial Violet Qi, they would be bound to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm for the rest of their lives.
They would never attain Primordial Unity.
The Chaos World.
It was a scene worthy of the end of the world.
Space shattered and reformed, while time flowed backward and started anew.
Seas of fire surged, torrents of water towered overhead, and Star Stones as enormous as worlds rained down.
In the blink of an eye, Chaos underwent one cycle of reformation after another.
Earth, Fire, Water, and Wind swept through it; swathes of Chaos reformed, Star Rivers burned away, and the void collapsed...
After who knew how many years, everything finally fell silent.
Under Hongjun's control,
the giant eggs of the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods were scattered throughout every corner of Chaos.
The egg at the very center belonged to Pangu, who was about to create the world.
(The giant eggs were made of chaotic qi, which enveloped the Three Thousand Demon Gods.)
They would not be "born" for at least ten thousand yuanhui.
But Hongjun was the Great Dao. Time in the Chaos World could not bind him.
By his own decree, the River of Time in the Primordial World forbade anyone below the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm from defying time.
Even after reaching the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, one could only escape time's restraints, not travel through it.
Even Sages had to abide by time's laws and could not swim upstream through time.
Now, with but a thought, he could return to any point in time and change the world!
"Hmm... Let's go to ten thousand years before the creation of the world. I'd like to see the legendary Pangu create the world, too."
Once everything was ready, Hongjun rubbed his chin and mused for a moment.
The memories in his mind seemed unreal, and he wanted to witness Pangu creating the world with his own eyes.
"I wonder why the living beings I create are billions of times weaker than me, yet they can make the world grow stronger..."
Hongjun was puzzled by this.
To be honest, even the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods, Pangu included, couldn't withstand a single breath from him.
Yet this "rabble" could strengthen the world after going through their destined fates.
It made no sense.
"Forget it. I'll stop thinking about it for now. I'm the only one in the entire Chaos World. It's far too lonely."
Hongjun shook his head. This boundless Chaos was truly desolate.
When only ten thousand years remained before the creation of the world,
Hongjun sat cross-legged in the void, smiling as he quietly kept watch over Chaos.
He had high hopes for this creation of the world.
In the boundless Chaos Void, there was no distinction between light and darkness, no division between Heaven and Earth, no profound arts, and no turning of the Five Elements.
There was nothing but emptiness and the stillness of all things.
The Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods slept within it, with no sense of direction, no north or south. Pangu lay dormant among them.
Earth, Fire, Water, and Wind churned chaotically. Amid this boundless Chaos, Pangu gradually awoke from his slumber.
Pangu's body was infinitely tall. Wherever the limits of the void lay, his form stretched just as far.
Pangu stood towering in Chaos, his aura boundlessly profound.
If one had to give it a name,
it was the aura of the Dao.
Hongjun had taken special care of him, placing one ten-billionth of his own origin within Pangu's body.
That was why Pangu was hailed as the Son of the Great Dao.
This towering giant, his entire body bulging with muscle, radiated the terrifying might of a Demon God.
Even the stones in Chaos that had the slightest glimmer of intelligence dared not look directly at Pangu.
Pangu held the Sky-Opening Axe in his hand, stood upon the Chaos Green Lotus, and had the Jade Disk of Creation above his head. He roared:
"I! Pangu! Will never create the world—!!!!!"
Hongjun: "What the—!"
The smile on Hongjun's face froze on the spot.
Watching silently from the void, he nearly toppled over.
What was going on?
What in the world was this?
As a "rookie Great Dao," Hongjun was completely dumbfounded.
This was only his first cycle of reincarnation. Did things really have to go this wrong?
That way of speaking?
Hongjun pondered for a moment, then made a quick calculation. Sure enough!
He'd guessed right!
A transmigrator!
There was no doubt about it: that way of speaking was unmistakably a transmigrator's!
Even Pangu had been possessed by a transmigrator?
The next moment, Hongjun glanced at Pangu with a hint of grievance.
So what if you weren't going to create the world? Why did you have to shout so loudly?
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Great Dao! You'll never scheme against me, Pangu!"
Pangu's booming laughter shook the boundless Chaos Void.
The Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods sleeping in Chaos were all roused by his loud laughter.
Normally, if an ordinary Demon God were woken by someone else, they would surely pick a fight.
But after checking who had spoken, they realized it was Pangu...
Nope. Not going. Too scared.
One by one, the Demon Gods backed down.
Although all the Chaos Demon Gods were at the same cultivation realm—the Hunyuan Great Luo realm—their strength varied greatly.
That fellow Pangu had shaken all of Chaos with his aura from the moment he was born, leaving the Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods traumatized. They were so frightened that they kept away from him for over a thousand yuanhui, hiding far off in fear he might split them in half with one swing of his axe.
Silence. A deathly silence.
After Pangu's shout, the boundless Chaos Void fell silent once more.
"Uh..."
Hongjun's mouth twitched. He hadn't expected to run into this sort of thing during his very first cycle of reincarnation.
Who could handle this?
But surely Pangu wouldn't really refuse to create the world?
If he did, wouldn't that mean the Primordial World would never exist?
Hongjun still wanted to see the legendary Primordial World.
And what kind of transmigrator was so powerful? Even Pangu had been possessed?
Even Pangu being possessed was absurdly over the top!
Could some other world's Great Dao have done it?
Or was it the Creator? (That's right, it was me—the author!)
Whoever had done it, Hongjun was now certain: this Pangu was definitely a transmigrator!
How did Hongjun know?
He was the Great Dao. He had just calculated it!
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