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

Speaking of it.

Hongjun suddenly changed the subject, his gaze seemingly piercing through Chen Feng and landing on the distant Guixu Meditation Center.

"This matter has exceeded the scope of ordinary calamities. Chen Feng, as the Director of the Heavenly Order Maintenance Division, you bear the responsibility of monitoring the prehistoric world and restoring order. I order you to continue to strengthen the supervision of these 'Blue Star Anomalies.' Investigate any that descend upon the world immediately. If any actions endanger the order of the prehistoric world, you may act first and report later."

"Disciple obeys!" Chen Feng replied in a deep voice.

"Furthermore," Hongjun's voice continued, "try to extract more information about the 'roulette' and 'system' from those captured anomalies. Especially the one who calls himself 'Immortal Emperor Long Aotian,' his aura of 'variability' is the strongest, and he may be a key breakthrough."

"Disciple understands."

Having received clear instructions from the Dao Ancestor, much of the confusion in Chen Feng's mind was dispelled, but the pressure also increased dramatically. He knew that his duties as the "prehistoric police officer" would be completely different from this day forward.

"Go." Dao Ancestor Hongjun slowly closed his eyes, as if he had once again merged with the Heavenly Dao, and the entire Zixiao Palace returned to its eternal silence.

Chen Feng bowed respectfully, then turned and left Zixiao Palace.

As the heavy door slowly closed behind him, Chen Feng let out a long breath. Every meeting with the Dao Ancestor was like an ultimate test of his Dao heart and primordial spirit.

Without pausing for a moment, he transformed into a streak of light once more and returned directly to the Guixu Meditation Center.

This time, his goal was crystal clear.

He walked through the deep corridor, ignoring the trembling soul fluctuations of the two orbs of light, "Yi Hun" and "Lu Ya," and went straight to the deepest part of the corridor.

There, an independent barrier radiates an indescribable seven-colored light. The domineering aura of "I am the best in the world" and "I am the only one in all realms" that shines through the light, even though it is sealed layer by layer, still makes people's hearts tremble, as if they want to worship it at any time.

"Immortal Emperor Long Aotian..."

Chen Feng stared at the barrier before him, his eyes sharpening like knives. He raised his hand, his fingertips swirling with the power of authority bestowed upon him by the Order Heavenly Disc, transforming it into a gray key, which he gently touched upon the seven-colored barrier.

"Sizzle—"

The barrier opened with a snap, revealing a small, cramped room that could barely accommodate one person sitting cross-legged.

Inside the private room, a young man dressed in white, with a handsome face that was almost otherworldly, sat cross-legged. His eyes were closed, but even within the confinement, he was still surrounded by an invincible aura that looked down upon the world and scorned all living beings. The essence of his soul was incredibly powerful, as if it were formed from the pure law of "pride".

Upon hearing the sound of the barrier being activated, the young man slowly opened his eyes.

What kind of eyes were those!

In his left eye, it seemed as if the universe was being created and destroyed, and stars were cycling. In his right eye, however, it was like a raging fire, with overwhelming fighting spirit! The moment his gaze met Chen Feng's, a terrifying mental shock erupted!

"You ant, have you finally dared to face me, the Emperor?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a sense of self-righteous authority and domineering power, as if he were born to be the center of the world and the king of all things.

"Have you come to kneel at my feet and offer your loyalty? Or... have you decided how you will face death?"

The voice seemed to possess a magical power that made words come true; each syllable transformed into a tangible rune of law, slamming heavily onto Chen Feng's primordial spirit. An ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortal would likely have their Dao heart shattered on the spot, their primordial spirit crushed to dust by this unparalleled domineering force.

However, Chen Feng simply stood there quietly, a faint gray aura flowing around him—the power of authority bestowed upon him by the Order Heavenly Disk. This power was formless and intangible, yet it transcended the ordinary Dao, like an unbreakable dam that completely dissolved the overwhelming spiritual impact.

"Fellow Daoist Long Aotian, it seems you're having a rather... pleasant time at this Guixu Cultivation Center?" Chen Feng's lips curled into a half-smile, his tone calm, as if he were not facing a "Celestial Emperor" who had once stirred up the winds and clouds, but an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time.

The moment he spoke, the tense atmosphere, as if the sky were about to collapse, instantly froze.

The cosmic cycle of birth and death and the overwhelming fighting spirit in Long Aotian's eyes subsided slightly. He gave Chen Feng a deep look, seemingly surprised that this "prison guard" who seemed like an "ant" to him could withstand his imperial might so calmly.

"Hmph." He snorted coldly, and his domineering aura receded like the tide, but the arrogance and haughtiness that came from the depths of his soul remained undiminished.

As his aura subsided, the scene before Chen Feng's eyes shifted. The cramped room vanished instantly, replaced by a vast, boundless void. Beneath his feet lay a churning sea of ​​chaotic clouds, above him a dazzling river of stars, countless celestial bodies orbiting along mysterious paths, endlessly arising and ceasing. A figure in white robes stood with his back to Chen Feng, hands clasped behind his back, gazing intently at the virtual "sea of ​​stars" conjured by the power of the restriction, radiating a profound and unyielding loneliness and arrogance.

It was as if the entire universe was merely a backdrop to his lonely figure.

This is the true soul space of "Immortal Emperor Long Aotian." That cramped single room is merely the appearance seen under Chen Feng's access level. The power of this person's soul essence has reached the point where he can create his own inner world within the restrictions.

Chen Feng nodded inwardly. As expected of someone whom even the Dao Ancestor specifically requested to pay close attention to, this state of mind and soul strength were far beyond what the likes of Yi Hun and Lu Ya could match.

He slowly stepped forward, walked behind the figure in white, and, imitating him, looked up at the illusory starry river together.

"Ahem." Chen Feng cleared his throat, breaking the silence of the space. "Fellow Daoist Long Aotian, how have you been lately?"

The white-clad figure, which was Long Aotian's soul, did not turn around immediately. His gaze remained fixed on a massive star in the distance that was heading towards annihilation. At the end of its life, the star burst forth with its most dazzling light before collapsing into a black hole that devoured everything.

After a long while, he slowly turned around.

He still had that handsome, almost otherworldly face, but now, the madness and violence of their first meeting had faded from his eyes, replaced by a sense of age-old wisdom. He merely glanced at Chen Feng, his tone flat and utterly emotionless.

"I am doing well. Although this place is a prison, it has allowed me to see many things clearly."

Chen Feng raised an eyebrow, intrigued. For someone like Long Aotian to say he had "figured out many things" was far more effective than simply interrogating him by torture.