What the heck! Is it that outrageous?

Hongjun stood above the Void, holding a Folding Fan, facing a Purple World that resembled a Nebula.

He appeared somewhat gaunt, but behind him lay Three Thousand Worlds!

The smallest of these worlds were the size of a Galaxy, while the largest could even rival the Primordial World!

Yet, these immensely powerful worlds were merely three thousand specks of starlight behind Hongjun.

This youth who appeared so gaunt was, in fact, incredibly majestic!

Perhaps countless worlds combined would be needed to even compare to him?

What was he doing?

Creating worlds.

Creating worlds was something that could be done once one's cultivation reached the Golden Immortal realm.

It was an incredibly easy task.

However, the worlds he was creating were not ordinary ones, but the predecessor of the Primordial World, the Chaos that Pangu had split open!

He waved the Folding Fan in his hand.

The Purple Nebula before him instantly dispersed into three thousand streams of Purple Qi!

These three thousand streams of Purple Qi represented three thousand Chaos Demon Gods!

As soon as the Purple Qi appeared, they each flew towards the three thousand giant eggs below.

This Purple Qi was the Primordial Violet Qi!

The Foundation of Dao, the Primordial Violet Qi.

By injecting this Primordial Violet Qi, they could truly break free from the shackles of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

Without this Primordial Violet Qi, they would be forever bound to the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm.

They would never be able to achieve Primordial Unity in their lifetime.

Chaos World.

The scene here was akin to the end of the world.

Space shattered and reformed, time flowed backward and then forward again.

Seas of fire surged, torrents of water raged, and Star Stones as large as worlds rained down.

In a flash of lightning and fire, Chaos underwent countless cycles of reformation.

Earth, Fire, Water, and Wind swept through, and piece after piece of Chaos reformed, Star Rivers burned, and the Void collapsed...

After an unknown number of years, everything subsided into peace.

Under Hongjun's control.

The giant eggs of the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods were placed in every corner of the Chaos.

And in the central giant egg was Pangu, who was about to create the world.

(The giant eggs were made of Chaos Qi, which enveloped the three thousand Demon Gods.)

It would take tens of thousands of Kalpas for them to "be born."

But Hongjun was the Great Dao, and the time of the Chaos and Primordial World could not bind him.

According to his own past rules, the River of Time in the Primordial World dictated that those below Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal could not defy time.

Even at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal level, one was merely freed from the constraints of time, unable to travel through it.

Sages also had to abide by the rules of time, unable to travel backward against the flow.

Now, with a mere thought, he could return to any point in time and change the world!

"Hmm... let's go to ten thousand years before World Creation. I also want to witness the legendary Pangu creating the world."

Having prepared everything, Hongjun stroked his chin and pondered for a moment.

The memories in his mind felt unreal; he now wanted to witness Pangu creating the world with his own eyes.

"I don't understand why the beings I create are hundreds of millions of times weaker than myself, yet they can strengthen the world..."

Hongjun was puzzled by this.

To be honest, even all three thousand Chaos Demon Gods, including Pangu, combined, couldn't withstand a breath from Hongjun.

Yet, these "rabble" could strengthen the world by going through their destinies.

This made no sense.

"Never mind, I won't think about it for now. It's too lonely being the only one in this boundless Chaos."

Hongjun shook his head. This immeasurable Chaos was indeed a bit desolate.

Ten thousand years before World Creation.

Hongjun sat cross-legged above the Void, a smile on his face, quietly guarding this Chaos.

He held great anticipation for this act of World Creation.

In the boundless Chaos Void, there was no distinction between light and dark, no heaven and earth, no profound mysteries, and certainly no cycle of the five elements.

There was only emptiness, and all was silent.

The three thousand Chaos Demon Gods slumbered within, without direction, north or south, and Pangu was contained within them.

Earth, Fire, Water, and Wind distorted their forms. In this endless Chaos, Pangu gradually awoke from his slumber.

Pangu, his body immeasurably tall, wherever the limit of the Void lay, Pangu's form stretched just as far.

Pangu's colossal body stood in the Chaos, emanating an unfathomable aura.

If a pronoun were to be added.

It would be the aura of the Dao.

Hongjun took great care of him, directly placing one hundred millionth of his own origin into Pangu's body.

This was why Pangu was hailed as the Son of the Great Dao.

This giant, whose muscles were tightly coiled, exuded the terrifying might of a Demon God.

Even the slightly sentient stones in the Chaos dared not look directly at Pangu.

Pangu held the Sky-Opening Axe in his hand, stood upon the Chaos Green Lotus, had the Jade Disk of Creation above his head, and roared, "I! Pangu! Will NOT open the heavens—!!!!!"

Hongjun: "What the—!"

The smile on Hongjun's face froze at that moment.

Watching silently in the Void, he almost fell over.

What was going on?

What was happening?

As a "newborn Great Dao," Hongjun was stunned.

This was his very first cycle, did it have to be like this!

This way of speaking?

Hongjun pondered for a moment, then counted on his fingers, and sure enough!

His guess was not wrong!

A Transmigrator!

This way of speaking could only be a Transmigrator!

Even Pangu had been transmigrated?

The next moment, Hongjun looked at Pangu with a hint of resentment.

If you're not going to open the heavens, fine! Why are you shouting so loudly?

"Hahahaha! Great Dao! You can't scheme against me, Pangu!"

Pangu's laughter boomed like thunder, shaking the endless Chaos Void.

The three thousand Chaos Demon Gods, slumbering in the Chaos, were all awakened by this commotion.

Normally, if a Demon God were awakened by someone else, they would surely fight.

But, upon a brief investigation, they realized the one making the noise was Pangu...

No, no, they were scared.

All the Demon Gods backed down.

Although all the Chaos Demon Gods had the same cultivation realm, Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin, their strengths varied greatly.

That Pangu's aura upon birth had terrified the entire Chaos, leaving a shadow on the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods. For thousands of epochs, they dared not approach Pangu, hiding far away, fearing he might cleave them to death with an axe.

Silence, a deathly silence.

After Pangu's roar, the endless Chaos Void fell silent once more.

"Ugh..."

Hongjun's mouth twitched slightly. He hadn't expected to encounter such a situation in the very first cycle.

Who could handle this?

But would Pangu really not open the heavens?

If that were the case, wouldn't the Primordial World be lost?

He still wanted to see the legendary Primordial World.

Also, what kind of Transmigrator was this powerful? To be able to transmigrate Pangu?

Even Pangu had been transmigrated, this was too exaggerated!

Could it be the Great Dao from another world?

Or was it the Creator? (That's right, it was me, the author!)

No matter who it was, Hongjun was now convinced that this Pangu was definitely a Transmigrator!

Why would Hongjun say that?

He was the Great Dao, and he had already calculated it just now!