Does this batch have to use the same style of facial hair as me?
Is there seriously no justice left in this world anymore?
This guy was copying my face!
Wasn't anybody going to do something about it?
Zhu Rong had the urge to lose his temper, but suddenly remembered the instructions of his big brother Dijiang.
"Guard the door properly and don't cause any trouble!"
"If anyone causes trouble and ruins things, I'll beat the living daylights out of them!"
Having no other choice, Zhu Rong had no option but to back down and cast a glance at Hong Yun.
"Something the matter?"
Hong Yun smiled with an apologetic expression. "Fellow Daoist, you all are taking up too much space, making it rather inconvenient for the other fellow Daoists. Do you think you could make some room? Show some courtesy?"
"Oh? Got it!" Zhu Rong casually replied, then pulled a fierce and vicious face. "Anything else?"
"Get lost if there's nothing else!"
After speaking, he even gave Hong Yun a shove.
Never mind that Zhu Rong was considered something of a glass cannon among the Ancestor Witches.
When facing Primordial Cultivators, he could still be considered an entity with an extremely powerful physical body.
This shove carried a substantial amount of force.
Even someone like Hong Yun, who was tall and sturdy among Primordial Cultivators, was shoved rolling like a tumbling gourd and spun quite a distance away.
He was knocked directly out of the Purple Heaven Palace's perimeter and drifted into the Chaos.
The other mighty figures saw this and universally adopted a detached, self-preservation attitude.
No one stepped in to interfere, let alone fight for justice on Hong Yun's behalf.
This was only natural, seeing as it had nothing to do with them anyway.
They were all here to listen to the Dao; as long as they could get inside, did it really matter who was first and who was second?
Besides, that big fellow had achieved this effect with just a gentle push.
If he exerted himself to the fullest, who knew how strong he would be?
How could they dare to provoke him?
On top of that... hadn't they seen the Three Pure Ones standing obediently over there as well?
Those people were formed from the Primordial Spirit of Great God Pangu and possessed matchless foundational origins.
Since those people hadn't spoken up, why on earth should small fry like themselves eagerly rush forward to be heroes?
Were they out of their minds? Wanted to show off how capable they were?
No matter how capable they were, could they possibly be more capable than the Three Pure Ones?
In the Chaos.
Hong Yun slowly got to his feet and shook his head to shake off the dizziness.
It was hard to tell if it was from the push or because he had spun around so many times.
Zhen Yuanzi grabbed Hong Yun by the waist to steady him.
"Old friend! How are you? Are you alright?"
To be honest, Zhen Yuanzi felt a burning indignation in his heart and wanted to fight Zhu Rong to the death.
Yet they were currently in the Chaos, and his proudest defensive supreme treasure—the Earth Book—could only unleash extremely limited power because it was unable to borrow the power of the Primordial Era's earth veins.
Powerless to act, he could only glare fiercely at Zhu Rong.
That posture made him look as though he wanted to eat Zhu Rong's flesh, drink his blood, and sleep in his hide.
Hong Yun shook his head without speaking, merely sweeping his gaze across the other mighty figures.
The mighty figures whose gazes met his hastily averted their eyes, unwilling to get overly involved in the entanglement.
Hong Yun let out a somewhat dejected sigh and led Zhen Yuanzi back to the front of the Purple Heaven Palace.
Li Hao looked at the somewhat crestfallen Hong Yun, sighing repeatedly in his heart.
He recalled a sentence he had seen before crossing over.
Those who carry firewood for the masses should not be left to freeze to death in the wind and snow.
It wasn't to say that Hong Yun was particularly noble, but rather that the things he had done previously genuinely carried that same intent.
It was just that the other mighty figures didn't appreciate the gesture very much.
How should one describe this? Was it failing the kindness of a kind person?
Such behavior was indeed hateful.
Yet... this was the Primordial Era, where moral concepts couldn't be said to not exist entirely.
They simply held no real meaning, and the standard of judgment had always rested in the hands of the strong.
Truthfully, in this world where might made right, it was ill-suited for the survival of someone like Hong Yun, who retained his kindness, liked to meddle in other people's business, and was soft-hearted.
Perhaps it could be said that he was born at the wrong time.
Just as he was lamenting, he heard a sound ring out from behind.
Creak!
The gates of the Purple Heaven Palace swung wide open, and a boy and a girl walked out from within.
These two were none other than Hongjun's attendants, Haotian and Yaochi, who had been enlightened from the Primordial Stubborn Stone.
As for Haotian, Li Hao didn't have any particular feelings toward him—perhaps because they both shared the character Hao in their names?
Besides, what was there to look at in a little brat? Weren't a bunch of obnoxious kids all pretty much the same?
Yaochi, however, made him take a few extra glances.
At this moment, Yaochi looked to be only around twelve or thirteen years old, exquisitely carved from jade and exceptionally tiny.
She was far better than those aging actresses in modern television dramas.
This forced Li Hao to lament that whether it was humans or small animals, they were always cuter when they were young.
Perhaps due to a female's natural sensitivity, Yaochi sharply detected his gaze.
She raised her head slightly and saw a young man with chiseled, heroic facial features, a tall and formidable stature, staring intently at her without blinking.
She immediately felt a bit shy, a trace of a blush spreading all the way from her jade neck up to her pretty face.
Haotian, on the other hand, reacted somewhat sluggishly, compounded by the fact that he was already feeling rather unhappy to begin with, right?
In Haotian's view, throughout the entire Primordial Era, his master was number one, and he himself was number two.
Where in this world was there any reason for a person of second rank to receive inferior beings?
Hmph... Regardless of whether you were a mighty figure or a minor figure, the only one higher than him was his master, namely Hongjun.
Everyone else was categorically an inferior being.
Of course, Yaochi didn't count; she was his future wife!
Therefore, when Hongjun ordered him to receive the various mighty figures, although Haotian chose to obey, he felt a hundred times unwilling in his heart.
Dragging his feet as he reached the palace gates, he pushed them open and raised his head.
The scene before him startled Haotian so much that he shivered.
Good grief!
Several tall, fiercely-featured muscle-bound men were blockading the entrance right outside the palace gates.
Haotian instantly lost his nerve, not daring to lift his head even an inch. Even when his peripheral vision caught sight of a certain burly man flirting and exchanging affectionate glances with his little bride, he only dared to pretend he hadn't seen a thing.
After looking at Yaochi for a moment, Li Hao finally turned his head to look at Haotian.
He saw that this little fellow's head was lowered as far down as it could possibly go.
That was no exaggeration at all.
If the conditions allowed and he were capable of it, this fellow would probably have managed to shove his own head right down into his crotch.
Li Hao curled his lips in disdain.
You are supposed to be the future Jade Emperor, for crying out loud.
Is it really okay to leave behind this kind of dark history?
Someday in the future, when reminiscing about the past and recalling today's scene, I wonder what your thoughts will be.
Will you be consumed by shame? Or will you want to silence all witnesses?
It ought to be the latter, one would imagine.
After all, given his status as the big boss running the Primordial Era.
He himself could never be wrong; anyone who was wrong must be someone else.
At this moment, Li Hao felt rather helpless. Hongjun only had two attendants, and he had sent both of them out.
As a result, one was too bashful to lift her head, while the other was too terrified to raise his.
Hey, hey, hey!
What are you lot just standing around here in a daze for? Shouldn't you be inviting us inside?
Oh right, before going in, there ought to be some grand speech delivered, such as the saint preaching the Dao, maintaining absolute quiet, and all that sort of thing.
But what do you two mean by this right now?
Did you happen to forget the most important thing?
Before you continue