Somewhere in the Chaos Realm, Hongjun casually produced a palace. Although he had lost the Purple Cloud Palace, he still possessed quite a few magical treasures. After all, having ruled the Primordial World for so many years, he had collected more heavenly treasures and earthly materials than he could possibly count.
"Hongjun, you plotted for countless ages, only to make a wedding dress for another. Even your old nest, the Purple Cloud Palace, was taken by Xiao Yun. How do you feel about that?" Ancestor Yang Mei asked with a smiling face as he entered the palace.
He did not dare go to Xiao Yun's Sword Dao Universe, nor did he wish to keep Battle Sage company, so he came to Hongjun instead.
After all, the two of them had known each other for a long time.
"Those are merely external possessions. This time, my state of mind has advanced another step. That makes me happier than obtaining ten Chaos supreme treasures." Hongjun sat down upon a prayer mat and smiled calmly at Ancestor Yang Mei across from him.
Ancestor Yang Mei was startled. At Hongjun's realm, he could still advance another step in his state of mind. No wonder the old fellow had not wanted to fight Xiao Yun after coming out.
For anyone else, having their opportunity seized by Xiao Yun and even losing a Chaos supreme treasure like the Creation Jade Disk would have created a towering hatred, the kind that would not end until one side died.
Yet Hongjun did not seem to hold much hatred toward Xiao Yun. It was not that Hongjun was merely enduring it—he had truly let it go.
"I am inferior to you!" Ancestor Yang Mei drew a deep breath and let out a long sigh.
Hongjun could let go of