"But there was one thing I got wrong."
Within the illusory expanse of Chaos, in a region of space an unknown number of chaos-years away from the Primordial World.
A magic treasure could dimly be made out, pieced together from several fragments of great thousand worlds.
It cut through the many currents in Chaos that could grind things into oblivion. On the surface, it seemed motionless, but in truth, it was hurtling through Chaos at tremendous speed!
The speaker was an old man with white hair.
He looked upright and righteous, his sleeves empty of worldly gain, his bearing solemn and just.
In reality, however, perhaps the Heavenly Dao's authority weighed far too heavily upon someone to whom it did not belong.
The old man wore Daoist robes, yet his indifference carried a vaguely sinister air.
Expressionless, he recounted what seemed to be his own story.
Yet his tone made it sound as though the matter had little to do with him.
"I thought they would never see through the scheme I devised billions of years ago. After all, the world had long since changed beyond recognition. To prevent it from ever being fully exposed..."
"Before I left, I even made special arrangements for the Heavenly Dao to suppress Guixu!"
"I would not let the world of Guixu appear openly before the Primordial World! I wanted them to believe that the departed were gone for good, that primordial origin golden immortals and those in higher realms had not the slightest chance of returning!"
"I was worried that the cultivators in Guixu who knew part of my plan back then would conspire together and seize the opportunity to tell those outside what I had done to claim this position!"
Hongjun spoke as though none of it had anything to do with