Chen Xiaojun was almost certain that the deity Lesser Siming was a First-Level God, while Donghuang Taiyi clearly stood above her-and far above her at that.
Alarm bells rang relentlessly in his heart. If this was Donghuang Taiyi from the mythology of Chu, that would be all right.
He could not help thinking that if this was the one from the legends of the Primordial Wilderness, things would be terrifying.
His power would be so great that the entire Douluo Star might not withstand even a sliver of his Divine Sense.
If what they had just felt truly was Demon Emperor Taiyi's Divine Sense, how had he restrained his pressure to such an extent?
By how many times had he diminished his power?
They had even been standing within arm's reach of that Divine Sense.
This world seemed to have revealed traces of that Lady, a supreme powerhouse. Now, the figure of Donghuang Taiyi had seemingly appeared as well.
And there was the mythology of Chu that had suddenly surfaced in his mind back then, along with the Northern Pole Purple Star Great Emperor derived from it.
The more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became.
What connection was there between Donghuang Taiyi of Chu's Nine Songs and Donghuang Taiyi of the Primordial Wilderness?
He was growing increasingly suspicious about how he had come to this world.
Cold sweat began pouring off him without his realizing it.
At that moment, he no longer dared to think about anything.
Fuck. That phantom had better be the fused Divine Sense of the two Siming gods.
Suddenly, another thought struck him. Great Siming had arisen under the Yin-Yang Great Dao as Lesser Siming's opposing balance. If the two fused, they could also produce a "Donghuang" Taiyi.
*Fuck. There was no getting