Primordial Era: Cultivation level equals the sum of the Jie Sect's total; the Three Pure Ones a

Beyond the primordial wilderness.

Chaos and vastness, boundless and limitless.

The chaotic energy surged like a tide, spread like clouds and mist, and danced wildly like billions of dragons, obscuring all vision and isolating all perception.

Ordinary cultivators, let alone stepping into this place, would be corrupted by the chaotic energy just by gazing at it from afar, losing their way and sinking into eternal damnation.

But at this moment, in the chaos, a figure stood with his hands behind his back.

The figure was dressed in a green robe, with a thin face and three long strands of beard flowing down his chest.

His aura was restrained and deep, only revealing fluctuations of the sixth level of the Hunyuan Daluo realm.

But those eyes were as deep as the starry sea.

Deep within his eyes, a chaotic light flowed endlessly, reflecting the endless chaos.

Yangmei Daoren.

The hollow willow tree attained enlightenment, and was born from a chaotic demon god.

He was of the same generation as Hongjun and lived as long as heaven and earth.

Before the billion-dollar meeting, he was seriously injured and fled into chaos.

After the multi-million dollar meeting, he returned.

He stood with his hands behind his back in the chaos, his gaze calmly fixed on the direction of the primordial world.

He watched the gray figure getting closer and closer.

A slow smile crept onto his lips.

The smile was faint, yet it carried an indescribable meaning.

There are two things I need to do upon my return.

First, to settle the cause and effect of what happened back then.

The battle between the Dao and the Demonic is fought, and the Four Saints join forces to defeat the Immortal Slayer.

Yin and Yang have fallen, Heaven and Earth have fallen.

He was severely injured and fled into chaos.

But he knew clearly what had happened back then.

Hongjun wanted to use Rahu to get rid of the three of them.

Yin and Yang are dead, Heaven and Earth are dead.

He fled.

This cause and effect should be put to rest.

Secondly, there's that inexplicable cause and effect.

He originally cultivated in the depths of chaos, detached from worldly affairs.

But a few months ago, an inexplicable cause and effect suddenly befell him.

The cause and effect are extremely faint, yet they truly exist.

It was as if someone was using his name to do something big.

He had calculated it.

But the secrets of heaven are shrouded in chaos, a complete blur.

He had no choice but to come back and see for himself.

Let's see who's using his name to do things.

Let's see who dares to make him take the blame.

"Buzz".

The void rippled slightly.

A gray figure slowly emerged from the ripples.

Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor.

He fell into the chaos, standing opposite Yang Mei.

They were no more than a hundred feet apart.

Two pairs of eyes met in the chaos.

One is indifferent, the other profound.

One was gloomy, the other was calm.

One harbored a hidden murderous intent, the other was all smiles.

"Yang Mei".

Hongjun spoke slowly, his voice calm and devoid of emotion:

"You're back."

As the three words fell, the chaotic energy paused slightly.

Yang Mei looked at him, at that face she hadn't seen since the billion-dollar event, at those eyes that were still indifferent but held a dark undercurrent.

His smile deepened.

"I'm back."

He spoke, his voice ancient and clear, yet carrying a serene indifference to worldly affairs:

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, how have you been?"

How are you?

The four words fell like a thunderclap.

Hongjun's gaze darkened slightly.

Are you alright?

How could he be unharmed?

The earthly path was restored, Houtu was freed from her predicament, the Earthly Book was returned to its rightful place, and the era of the supreme authority of the Heavenly Way was gone forever.

All of this was done by the person in front of us.

He, Hongjun, orchestrated a scheme involving billions of dollars, maintained order with billions of dollars, and ruled the primordial world with billions of dollars.

Now, it has been shattered by this person.

How could he be unharmed?

"Yang Mei".

Hongjun spoke again, his voice still calm:

"Did you do the underground thing?"

Yang Mei was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

Authentic matters?

What kind of authentic story?

He had just returned from chaos and knew nothing about the primordial world.

What happened in the tunnel?

Yang Mei frowned slightly and looked at Hongjun:

"What's the purpose of the tunnel?"

Hongjun sneered:

"Are you still going to play dumb?"

"The Earth Book has returned to its rightful place, the Earthly Way is complete, and Houtu is freed from her predicament."

"Who else but you could do this?"

Yang Mei was stunned.

He looked at Hongjun, at those gloomy eyes, and his mind raced with thoughts.

The Earth Book has been returned to its place.

Complete and perfect.

Hou Tu was freed from her predicament.

It turned out to be the case.

It turns out someone used his name to do such a big thing.

No wonder that inexplicable cause and effect befell him.

No wonder Hongjun was so certain that it was his doing.

Yang Mei's expression remained unchanged, but her heart was churning with complex emotions.

who is it?

Who has such abilities?

How could one refine the Book of Earth under Hongjun's very nose, complete the underground passage, and help Houtu escape her predicament?

And how could he possibly pin all the blame on Yang Mei?

Even if he did it himself, he might not be able to do it so flawlessly.

Yang Mei took a deep breath, suppressing the surging doubts in her heart, and looked up at Hongjun:

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun."

"I am not capable of such things."

As the four words fell, the chaos suddenly fell silent.

Hongjun looked at him, his gaze growing even colder.

Was it not done by him?

Could the lingering chaotic aura of Wuzhuang Temple, and its Daoist charm that was identical to his, be fake?

Who else could be able to deceive his senses and refine the Earth Book right under his nose but Yang Mei?

"Yang Mei".

Hongjun spoke slowly, his voice as cold as ancient ice:

"You think I'd believe that?"

Yang Mei shook her head:

Believe it or not.

"I, Yang Mei, never hide anything when I do things."

"If I did it, I will admit it."

"But this matter was definitely not done by me."

He paused, his gaze fixed on Hongjun:

"I have returned this time for two reasons, one of which is to settle the karmic debts of that year."

"Secondly, it's because of this inexplicable cause and effect."

"Someone is using my name to do things and making me take the blame."

"I'd like to see who has such abilities."

Upon hearing this, Hongjun's expression changed slightly.

He gazed at Yang Mei, at those deep yet composed eyes, at that lean yet sincere face.

A sudden, indescribable emotion welled up inside me.

Could it really not be Yang Mei?

If it wasn't Yang Mei, then who could it be?

Who could possess such abilities?

Who could escape his senses?

Who can refine the Earth Book to complete the underground passage?

Hongjun's mind raced, but the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.

Just now.

Yang Mei smiled slightly, a faint smile, yet with a hint of amusement:

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun."

"It seems you've been fooled too."

"interesting."

"That's really interesting."

He paused, his gaze deepening slightly:

"I want to see which expert has such skills."

"It can keep both of us in the dark."

Hongjun remained silent.

He looked at Yang Mei, at those deep yet calm eyes.

A moment later, he suddenly snorted coldly.

"Yang Mei, our acquaintance was worth billions."

"How could I not know your temperament?"

The more open you are, the more you are hiding something.

"No one but you can do this kind of thing properly."

The words fell.

Hongjun's aura suddenly erupted!

Heavenly Saint, Peak of the Ninth Heaven!

The pressure was so strong, so vast, so domineering that it instantly enveloped the chaos spanning billions of miles!

The chaotic energy surged wildly!

The laws of the void trembled violently!

The oppressive force, as if it were tangible, pressed down fiercely on Yang Mei!

He wanted to force Yang Mei to reveal her true form.

He wanted to show Yang Mei that pretending was useless in front of him.

Seeing this, Yang Mei snorted coldly.

The cold snort was very soft, yet it resounded in Hongjun's heart like a thunderclap.

"Hongjun".

Yang Mei spoke slowly, his voice ancient and deep, yet carrying an undisguised hint of mockery:

"Are you trying to intimidate me with your power?"

"Do you really think I, Yang Mei, am still the same Yang Mei who was severely injured and fled into chaos back then?"

The words fell.

His aura surged once again!

A Primordial Golden Immortal!

Peak of the Ninth Heaven!

The pressure was so strong, so vast, so domineering that it instantly shattered Hongjun's Heavenly Dao pressure!

It dispersed the chaos spanning billions of miles!

It disperses everything, both tangible and intangible!

The chaotic energy surged wildly, yet it stagnated inch by inch under that oppressive force!

The laws of the void trembled violently, yet they completely submitted to that oppressive force!

Hongjun's pupils suddenly contracted!