Purple Heaven Palace? No, it's the Primordial Entertainment Club

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, Chaos Qi churned like a pot of boiling, murky porridge—colliding, annihilating, and rebirthing in endless disorder.

Seduced by the ultimate perks of "Nuwa Houtu," Xiao Kuang's motivation surged to unprecedented heights. Carried along by the fawning Chaos Qi Flow, he practically floated to this pre-designated "construction site."

But once he stopped (well, floated to a stop) and stared at the empty void before him—nothing but chaotic energy rampaging through a featureless expanse—his blazing enthusiasm was doused like a bucket of ice water. Sizzle. Half of it died out.

"Uh... so, where's the Purple Firmament Palace?" Xiao Kuang scratched his head, utterly bewildered. "Wasn't it supposed to be move-in ready? This Heavenly Dao boss is a lousy employer—making employees build their own office?"

He racked his brain, trying to recall the cultivation novels he'd read, then fumbled through the murky mess of Heavenly Dao Inheritance info for something useful.

About building the Purple Firmament Palace... it seemed... maybe... perhaps... it was a matter of will—speak and it manifests? Or channel some magic power, and the palace spawns itself?

Sounded cool, but where was the manual?!

"I flunked calculus, and I know jack about civil engineering!" Xiao Kuang was dumbfounded. Designing a doghouse would be a stretch for him, let alone the highest-grade Dao field in the primordial world. This was a total mismatch of skills!

He paced in circles (like a dog hunting for a bathroom spot), scratching his head and tugging at his ears.

Giving up wasn't an option. The images of Empress Nuwa and Sister Houtu were still floating in his mind!

"Forget it!" He slapped his thigh, deciding to throw caution to the wind. "Who cares about primordial style or Heavenly Dao principles? I'll build whatever feels good! I'm the one who merged with the Dao, so I call the shots!"

So, he took a deep breath of non-existent Chaos Qi and mobilized the vast but unwieldy magic power inside him—stuffed in there like a clogged pipe. No profound hand seals, no intent to commune with the Dao laws. Pure, raw impulse drove him: "I want a place to lie flat, have fun, and maybe grill skewers and soak in a bath." With that primal, simple urge, he hurled his magic power like splashing water into the Chaos ahead.

"Rise up, a cozy nest for your daddy!"

Boom—!

The Chaos Qi churned like a boulder dropped into a mud pit, thrashing with unprecedented violence! Earth, water, fire, and wind were forcibly suppressed, shaped, and solidified!

The outline of a building began to condense at a shocking speed, taking form...

But the whole process radiated a crooked, heretical light. The glow flickered like a disco ball, the structure wobbled as if drunk, and the style was... an eyesore!

Minutes later, the Chaos settled.

A brand-new, bizarrely styled "Purple Firmament Palace" now stood imposingly beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens!

The "palace" looked like this: The main structure resembled a modern spa center fused with an internet café facade. Glazed tiles shimmered with RGB-like shifting colors. The door was heavy, metallic, studded with rivets, flanked by two stone lions—except their expressions were vacant, and one was yawning.

The pièce de résistance was the plaque above the door. The Dao runes twisted and struggled, trying to form "Purple Firmament Palace," but the final result read—"Slacking Off... Er, Purple Firmament Palace." The "Slacking Off" and "Er" were faint, as if the creator's conscience had wavered, but "Purple Firmament Palace" stood out boldly, radiating a stubborn, cover-up defiance.

Xiao Kuang pushed open the heavy door, which creaked like it hadn't been oiled in ages, and stepped inside.

The interior was even more jaw-dropping: No traditional cloud beds or meditation cushions. Instead, rows of gleaming, metal-framed chairs upholstered in top-grade faux leather, with adjustable lumbar support and headrests—gaming ergonomic chairs! Each chair had a small side table, with spots reserved for bubble tea and sunflower seeds.

At the front, there was no Dao-infused lecture platform. Instead, a massive, fully-featured, USB-charging, cup-holder-equipped—fully automatic massage luxury recliner! Beside it stood a retractable microphone stand, convenient for "lecturing."

And that wasn't all! Xiao Kuang wandered to the back courtyard, his eyes lighting up even more! Where were the immortal peach trees, spiritual springs, or jade grass? On the left was a huge, stainless steel, smoke-wisping (not really) outdoor grill! Next to it, a pile of firewood that looked suspiciously like Chaos spirit wood. On the right, a bubbling natural hot spring! Smooth pebbles lined the bottom, and wooden trays for floating drinks sat at the edge.

"Perfect! Amazing!" Xiao Kuang clapped his hands, utterly satisfied with his "construction." "This is living! Lecturing? That's just lying around and shooting the breeze! The vibe has to be right!"

He lounged triumphantly in the main lecturer's massage recliner, pressed the button, and enjoyed the mechanical kneading on his back, squinting in bliss.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, his eyes darted around. He looked up at the empty sky—which he knew was definitely "peeping"—rubbed his hands together, and flashed a fawning grin:

"Hey... Heavenly Dao boss? Big bro? You see, I've decked out the office to the highest standards (my standards), top-notch hardware! How about... throwing in some software services?"

"Like... a few pretty maids? The kind with good looks, who can serve tea, massage shoulders, speak sweetly, and shout 'Dao Ancestor, you're amazing!' Otherwise, this top Dao field of the primordial world has no class! Going out to face the Devil Ancestor... oh, he's a pancake now... anyway, no class!"

The moment he finished!

Boom!!!!!!!

The entire Chaos trembled violently!

As if an invisible, colossal being stomped its foot in fury!

Above the sky (though Chaos had no sky), the previously hidden, translucent Heavenly Dao garbled symbols [((′--)--)-_-)] burst forth wildly, flashing and flickering at an unprecedented frequency and brightness. Garbled text cascaded like a waterfall, nearly covering the entire view!

[Heavenly Dao: !!!!!!!!!! (Garbled text flooding)] [Heavenly Dao: Error! Error! Core code hit by unknown logic virus! Requesting format! Requesting format!] [Warning! Agent makes improper demands! Severe violation of Heavenly Dao HR Regulations, Chapter N, Article N!] [Punishment recommended! Ultimate punishment! Chaos Annihilation Punishment!]

Chaos Thunder roared like furious dragons around him, destructive energy surging wildly. This time, it seemed genuinely murderous! This slacker had not only twisted the style but now wanted to add some spice?! This job was unbearable!

Xiao Kuang was so startled by the sudden thunderous rage that he slid off the massage chair, landing on his butt with a thud.

He stared at the sky, nearly smoking with rage, code flying everywhere. He shrank his neck and muttered under his breath: "If you won't give, just say so... no need to throw such a tantrum... programmers really have short tempers... can't even negotiate, so stingy..." The garbled text in the sky flickered even more frantically.