High-end prehistoric world, suppressing ascendants at the start.

Chen Feng abruptly withdrew his hand, his face slightly pale. He leaned against the Order Heavenly Disc and exhaled a long breath, which contained a trace of chaotic energy that had been pushed back by the will of Heaven.

"Insufficient permissions?" He chuckled self-deprecatingly. "It seems that although the Dao Ancestor appointed me as the director, he still doesn't intend to let me access the core secrets."

However, in the last moment before the connection was severed, he seemed to have caught a glimpse of something unusual.

Above that azure planet, it seemed... it seemed that an unimaginably enormous roulette wheel was slowly turning. The style of that roulette wheel was completely different from any magical artifact in the primordial world, filled with a cold, mechanical, and programmed aura.

Each spark of soul light, like a product being selected on an assembly line, is thrown from that roulette wheel into the endless chaotic void, heading to different worlds.

Chen Feng's expression instantly became extremely serious.

He realized that this was no longer a simple "time travel loophole." Behind it seemed to lie a huge secret that he, and even the entire primordial world, could not imagine.

This lowly "prehistoric police officer" seems to have unknowingly been drawn into a massive game of chess that affects all the heavens and the myriad worlds.

After a long silence, Chen Feng slowly straightened up, leaning against the cold Order Wheel. The languor and weariness in his eyes were replaced by an unprecedented solemnity. The huge illusory wheel was like a brand, deeply engraved in the depths of his primordial spirit. Every time he recalled it, it brought a chill and tremor from the very essence of life.

It wasn't a magic weapon, nor a supernatural power, nor any manifestation of the Great Dao that he could comprehend. It was more like a mechanism, a rule, a program that transcended the world...

Assembly line, screening, casting... these words, born in the industrial age of Blue Star, overlapped in his mind with the magnificent holographic wheel, so fitting, yet so chilling.

This is no longer just a loophole in the natural order. This is clearly a premeditated and purposeful "launch"!

The primordial wilderness was just one of countless "targets".

"Yi Hun," "Lu Ya," "Immortal Emperor Long Aotian"... the systems they possess are perhaps the "initial equipment" bestowed upon them by that giant roulette wheel. And their mission may be to stir up endless waves in this world to achieve some ulterior motive.

Thinking of this, Chen Feng's heart sank. He originally thought that being the director of the "Heavenly Order Maintenance Division" was just a leisurely job of checking for loopholes in the Heavenly Order and arresting "illegal immigrants." Now it seems that he is probably standing on the front line of resisting the invasion of foreign "viruses."

Without the slightest hesitation, with a thought, his figure vanished from the core area of ​​the Guixu Meditation Center. The next instant, he had already traversed endless space and appeared in a chaotic world filled with boundless purple energy and natural Daoist charm.

Ahead, a simple, magnificent palace, seemingly integrated with the entire chaos, floats silently. The three Great Dao runes on the plaque, "Zixiao Palace," exude supreme majesty that suppresses all heavens and governs all laws.

This is the Daoist temple of Dao Ancestor Hongjun, and also the supreme holy land of the entire prehistoric world.

Chen Feng straightened his slightly disheveled robes, suppressed his carefree aura, and solemnly bowed towards Zixiao Palace.

"Chen Feng, Director of the Heavenly Order Maintenance Department, has important matters to report to the Dao Ancestor."

His voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to contain some special authority, easily penetrating the chaotic air currents and innate restrictions outside the Zixiao Palace and reaching deep into the palace.

"Enter."

A vast, ancient voice, devoid of any emotion, resounded, as if the very Dao itself was responding. The gates of Zixiao Palace, which had been tightly shut for countless eons, slowly opened a crack.

Chen Feng stepped inside.

Inside the palace, there was not the imagined splendor and magnificence, but a deeper void. There were no ups and downs, no directions, no past or future, only the Three Thousand Great Laws flowing like a galaxy. An old man in a gray Taoist robe, his face indistinct, sat cross-legged on a platform in the center of the void. His presence constituted everything in this space.

It was after merging with the Dao that Hongjun Daozu transformed into the Heavenly Dao.

Chen Feng dared not be negligent in the slightest and bowed again, saying, "Greetings, Dao Ancestor."

On Hongjun's blurry face, it seemed as if two gazes were cast upon him, instantly discerning all the changes within Chen Feng's primordial spirit.

"You have peeked into the outer heavens." Hongjun's voice remained calm, yet Chen Feng felt an invisible pressure. "With your current authority and cultivation level, this move is far too risky."

"Disciple knows his sins," Chen Feng said, bowing his head. "But the matter was urgent. In the homeland of those sources of anomalies, disciple saw some... unusual things."

He recounted in detail his experience of tracing back the cause and effect, witnessing the enormous illusory wheel, and his speculations about "programmed deployment." He did not conceal anything, because he knew that in front of the Dao Ancestor who had merged with the Heavenly Dao, any concealment would be meaningless and would only arouse unnecessary suspicion.

As Chen Feng narrated, the three thousand flowing laws of the Great Dao within the Purple Cloud Palace seemed to pause for a moment.

Hongjun Daozu remained silent.

The illusory image of the Jade Disc of Creation beneath him slowly emerged and began to spin wildly, with endless heavenly secrets colliding, evolving, and being calculated within it. The entire spacetime within the Purple Cloud Palace began to become chaotic, sometimes showing the fierce battle between dragons, phoenixes, and qilin, sometimes the heroic grandeur of the twelve ancestral witches standing tall between heaven and earth, and sometimes the magnificent scene of ten thousand immortals paying homage before the appearance of a sage... Countless possibilities for the future emerged and vanished like reflections in a mirror or the moon in the water.

After a long while, the spinning of the Jade Disc of Creation slowly subsided.

Hongjun's voice rang out again, this time carrying a subtle, almost imperceptible fluctuation: "What you see is a 'variable' beyond the Great Dao. As for your homeland called 'Blue Star,' the cosmos it inhabits seems to be eroded by a force that even I cannot fully comprehend, forming an extremely unstable 'ascension channel.' The roulette wheel you see is the manifestation of that force, deliberately guiding and selecting souls, casting them into the myriad realms. The Primordial World, due to its powerful origin, has become its primary target."

"Even you, Dao Ancestor, cannot fully comprehend it?" Chen Feng was shocked.

In this primordial world, what is there that Dao Ancestor Hongjun doesn't know? Just how terrifying is the being behind that roulette wheel?

"The Heavenly Dao also has its limits." Hongjun's voice returned to its timeless indifference. "Beyond the primordial world lies endless chaos, and beyond chaos lie countless worlds. That power, its origin may not lie in any dimension known to you or me."