Primordial Era: When a Good Guy Awakens a Morally Unethical System

The group entered one by one and bowed to Hongjun, saying, "Greetings, Dao Ancestor. Congratulations on your attainment of sainthood."

"No need for formalities," Hongjun's voice was authoritative but not harsh.

After Hongyun stood up, he asked, "May I ask, Ancestor, is my master in Zixiao Palace?"

Hongjun smiled and said, "Go see him!"

Hongjun didn't even make a gesture of casting a spell; as soon as he finished speaking, Hongyun changed positions.

A palace heavily fortified, devoid of sunlight, illuminated only by four dragon balls placed in the corners. Rahu sat on a futon in the center, trapped within the barrier, the space incredibly cramped.

Hongyun slowly walked in, hesitated for a moment, and knelt down before Luo Hou: "Greetings, Master."

Rahu opened his eyes: "Get up, I don't put on airs!"

Judging from his appearance, Luo Hou was in a good mood. He didn't seem to have the resentment and curses that Hong Yun had imagined, nor did he seem to want Hong Yun to let him out.

Hongyun got up as instructed, looking at Luo Hou with concern.

Luo Hou chuckled, surprised that this little apprentice he'd taken on a whim was actually quite endearing. He'd never taught him anything, never given him anything, yet he'd forced him to become his disciple, and this guy was still worried about him. Shouldn't he take advantage of his predicament here and beg Hongjun to accept him as a disciple, thus completely severing ties with him?

"You still acknowledge me as your master?" Rahu suddenly asked.

Hongyun wanted to deny it, but she couldn't. Hongjun's attitude towards Luohou didn't seem like that of a mortal enemy. What normal person would treat their mortal enemy like a prisoner, keeping him imprisoned in their own home?

Although he was forced, he accepted Hongjun's gift. If he were to disown his master because Luo Hou was imprisoned, he would become an ungrateful, despicable, and shameless person.

Hongyun: "Since I call you Master, as long as you don't expel me from the sect, you will always be my Master."

Luo Hou thought of Hongyun's true form and understood its current nature. After all, it was a cloud stained with Pangu's blood, carrying Pangu's selfless compassion, which meant it would sympathize with the weak.

With such a temperament, how dangerous it would be if no one protected him!

Luo Hou sighed and said, "I have spoken with Hongjun. He will teach you, preach to you, and do what a master should do for me."

Hongyun was greatly shocked. Were Hongjun and Luohou so close that their disciple could share resources?

"But you also have to prove yourself and defeat Tongtian, so that your master can also win against that bastard Hongjun once." Luo Hou still gritted his teeth with hatred when he mentioned Hongjun.

Hongyun felt a surge of affection for her master, but then began to worry about him: "Master, will you be stuck here from now on, never seeing the light of day?"

Luo Hou: "My evil corpse transformed into a demonic spirit, a tribulation that cultivators must endure to break through. If you're bored, you can switch places with him."

Hongyun was even more puzzled. This was Zixiao Palace. How could he leave without Hongjun's permission? If Hongjun agreed to let him leave Zixiao Palace, then what was the point of imprisoning him?

"Hongjun will inform all living beings of the prehistoric world about this matter during his sermon. You must remember not to reveal it too early." Seeing that Hongyun was too puzzled, Luo Hou gave him a reminder to prevent Hongyun from seeking answers from others and being overheard by the Heavenly Dao.

Hongyun roughly understood what was going on, and quickly bowed, saying, "Yes."

Luo Hou took out the Four Swords of Zhuxian and the array diagram, and used magic to send them to Hongyun's side: "Take these Four Swords of Zhuxian and the Zhuxian Array Diagram to Tongtian. His master won them for him!"

Luo Hou looked at the Four Swords of Zhuxian with some reluctance; they were all his favorite magical treasures. Now that the God-Slaying Spear was broken, the Four Swords of Zhuxian had been given away, and the Twelfth-Grade Black Lotus of Annihilation had been confiscated, he, the mighty Demon Ancestor, had become a penniless pauper.