The moment Hong Jun escaped the Primordial World's embryonic membrane, he plunged into boundless Chaos like a caged beast breaking free.
Behind him came the thunder of the Three Powers Return to the Origin Formation closing.
Before him lay an endless expanse of ceaselessly churning Chaos Qi.
He glanced back at the world he had cultivated for countless epochs, only for it to cast him out in the end. The hatred in his eyes almost took tangible form.
But he did not stop.
He knew that the Primordial World's fortune was now flourishing and that the wretch Pan Xuan possessed heaven-reaching means. If he turned back now, the Heavenly, Earthly, and Human Dao would only grind him to dust.
He had to leave and restore his strength.
Then he would return and reclaim everything, principal and interest alike.
Within Chaos, there was neither sun nor moon, nor any direction, only endless Chaos Qi surging like a raging sea.
If ordinary mighty beings entered Chaos, the slightest carelessness would see their divine souls worn away by that supremely turbid and violent energy.
But what sort of figure was Hong Jun?
He had wielded the Creation Jade Disc for countless epochs and had long since learned Chaos's temperament inside out.
His figure shifted slightly, and a thin layer of mystic light rose around him. The Chaos Qi scattered at its touch, unable to come anywhere near him.
He did not charge about blindly. Following an exceedingly faint yet particularly familiar trace of energy, he made his way deeper into Chaos.
That energy belonged to the strand of Primordial Violet Qi that had previously been Di Jun's.
As it turned out, while Hong Jun held sway over the Heavenly Dao, he had always acted like a cunning hare with three burrows.
He had