Lord Taisu!
Those words struck his ears like world-annihilating thunder erupting deep within Chaos, detonating in the depths of Hongjun's Primordial Spirit and shaking even his Dao Heart, unchanged since time immemorial.
His pupils abruptly contracted. For the first time, unmistakable shock appeared on his face, which had always been as still as an ancient well.
"Lord Taisu?!"
Hongjun's voice no longer held its usual bland composure. Instead, it carried urgency and a shock he could not suppress.
He stared straight at the Elder of Chaos, his gaze blazing like a torch, as though he sought to discern something in that aged face.
"Is that truly so?!"
Hongjun pressed him again, urgency already creeping into his voice.
There was no other reason. What the name Lord Taisu signified needed no explanation.
One of the Five Pre-Heavenly Ultimates, the beginning of substance: form possessed substance, yet had not become a body.
He was an existence more ancient, more mysterious, and more unfathomable than the Demon Gods of the Three Thousand Great Daos.
He was the embodiment of the Dao, the source of all rules, the origin of everything possessing form and substance.
If Pangu was the great creator god who split heaven from earth, then the Five Pre-Heavenly Ultimates were the supreme Dao Rhythms that had existed before Chaos was opened.
Taiyi, Taichu, Taishi, Taisu, Taiji-these five were the roots of the Great Dao, the source of all things.
Though Hongjun had long since achieved Heavenly Dao Fusion and wielded heavenly Dao authority for countless epochs, before the Five Pre-Heavenly Ultimates, he was merely a junior of a later generation.
If the Elder of Chaos had truly encountered Lord Taisu, if he had truly received Lord Taisu's inheritance...
Even Hongjun's heartbeat involuntarily quickened.
Across from him, the Elder of Chaos watched