"Qian Kun, you lost?!"
Within the Heavenly Dao, Hong Jun's figure slowly appeared. Yet it was not a physical body, but a phantom projection of his primordial spirit.
"Hong Jun, you old bastard! You truly are the earthworm that escaped from Pangu's grasp. Your life is absurdly tough—you're actually still alive!"
At the sight of Hong Jun, Qian Kun gritted his teeth in hatred.
I've clearly killed this damned earthworm several times. Why won't he just die?
Moreover, he had searched the Heavenly Dao countless times, yet had not found even the slightest trace of the other party.
"When did you start plotting against me?!"
Faced with Qian Kun's question, Hong Jun remained calm.
"From the moment you began plotting against the Heavenly Dao, the Earthly Dao, and the Human Dao, I began plotting against you."
"So that's how it is! So that's how it is!"
"However, don't celebrate too soon. The Earthly Dao and Human Dao have yet to fully awaken. Once I break the three chains, I'll bury all of you with me!"
Hong Jun slightly raised his brows. No joy or sorrow could be seen in his indifferent eyes.
"You're still as confident as ever, just as you were when you seized my body."
No one in the Primordial World knew what was happening in Purple Cloud Palace. The closed gates not only prevented Qian Kun from escaping, but also left Hong Jun with no way to send messages outside.
Shouyang Mountain.
"Master!"
The sweet, youthful voice made Xuan Du's entire body shudder.
With a boom, the lid of the pill furnace flew straight off, leaving behind nothing but a furnace full of black ash and rising smoke.
"Lord Fu Xi, you needn't call me Master."
"Master, propriety must not be neglected!" Eight-year-old Fu Xi said respectfully.