As soon as Bei Ming took his seat, Hongjun drew him into a discussion of the Dao.
The order of the Heavenly Dao and the Dao Rhyme of destruction.
Two utterly different auras collided and intertwined within the pavilion, yet neither overwhelmed the other.
Only just now had they gradually subsided.
The garden still held lingering ripples of laws.
Flowers and leaves trembled gently, while faint ripples spread across the water.
Hongjun's gaze was deep as he stared at Bei Ming and slowly spoke:
"Among the disciples I accepted in the Primordial Wilderness, one has become a Chaos God. As a teacher, that is an honor.
But for the Primordial Wilderness, whether it is fortune or misfortune remains difficult to say."
Bei Ming raised the fragrant tea from the stone table and took a light sip. The tea was clear, its spiritual energy shrouded in Yinyun.
"Teacher, at least for now, I am not an enemy of the Primordial Wilderness.
After all, I have a share in the Primordial Wilderness as well. It would be such a pity if it were gone.
Hundun is perilous. I am not merely seeking shelter, but an ally."
Since entering the world, Bei Ming had indeed received many benefits from Hongjun.
In less tangible terms, he had flown the banner of the Mystic Gate, created Immortal Script, established the Literary Sect, become Wen Zu, and enjoyed the luck of all living beings.
More practically, the Innate Supreme Treasure, the Qiankun Cauldron, had been bestowed upon him by Hongjun back then.
The method of Cutting off the Three Corpses had also proven immensely useful when he refined Destruction Demon God.
Did Hongjun have any schemes? Bei Ming could not see through him.
Yet as long as he remained in the Primordial Wilderness, he had no