Primordial Era: The Witch Clan's Dog-Headed Strategist

With raised eyebrows and a slender figure, he stood amidst the chaos, seemingly merging with the entire void.

He wasn't particularly tall, yet he gave off a strange, unsettling impression.

It was as if the entire chaos had become his backdrop as he stood there.

His face was youthful yet ancient, showing no signs of age, except for a head of snow-white hair hanging down, and between his brows a bottomless void.

His gaze was particularly peculiar, his pupils seemingly reflecting endless galaxies and vortexes of time and space.

At first glance, it gives one the illusion that one is in the boundless space, as insignificant as dust.

He was walking very slowly, but with each step he took, endless space seemed to recede, fold, and extend beneath his feet, as if the entire chaos was making way for him.

The primordial chaos energy, upon reaching within three feet of him, detoured on its own, daring not to approach.

Yang Mei acts as he pleases, sometimes righteous, sometimes wicked. He never interferes in the battles of the gods, yet he seems to be watching everything all the time.

What truly interests him are interesting people and interesting things.

On this day, Yangmei was traveling in the depths of chaos when he suddenly stopped.

He slowly raised his eyelids, his eyes, reflecting the starry sky, gazing into the depths of chaos.

"what?"

He spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it seemed to ripple through the boundless chaos.

"The Jade Disc of Creation? Wasn't this treasure kept by Hongjun? How did it end up in the depths of chaos?"

He looked closer, then suddenly understood, and a faint smile appeared on his lips:

"Primordial purple energy, remnants of the Chaos God Realm... Interesting. They've been driven out of the primordial world."

"To be able to bring my fellow Daoist of the same generation out of the Heavenly Dao, the Primordial World has indeed produced a remarkable figure."

He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the divine realm, and said calmly:

"Very well, I've been stuck in this chaos for countless years. It's rare for an old friend to return, so I'll go and see him."

Before he finished speaking, his figure swayed, and he silently merged into the void, like a drop of ink falling into water.

When it reappeared, it had already traversed countless billions of miles of chaos.

Above the divine realm, the chaotic energy silently parted. A slender figure slowly stepped out.

Without any earth-shattering fanfare or overwhelming pressure, he seemed to have simply strolled here casually.

But at that moment, Hongjun's pupils contracted slightly.

He sensed it.

The figure's aura was extremely restrained, as if it had merged with the entire chaos.

He was all too familiar with this state of being, so natural and effortless.

Back in the chaotic past, there were few peers who could earn his respect, but the aura before him... it was actually him?!

Standing at the edge of the divine realm, Yang Mei glanced at Hongjun from head to toe, then looked up at the newly rebuilt palace and clicked his tongue softly.

"Use the Jade Disc of Creation to reopen the world, and use the Primordial Chaos to reshape the mountains and rivers."

What a grand gesture! Hongjun, it's been so many years. After we parted, you went to the Primordial World to be your Heavenly Saint, enjoying countless eons of glory.

What's wrong? Now that you've been kicked out, you're not content with just being alone, so you've come back to this chaotic place to start over?

Hongjun stared at him for a long time, then slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, a complex look flashing in his eyes: "Yangmei... I should have realized it was you sooner."

"In the chaos, who else but you could approach my divine realm so silently?"

He paused, his gaze falling on the slender figure, his tone tinged with a hint of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex emotion encompassing regret, admiration, and a touch of melancholy).

"I thought you would stay in the primordial world and prove the Great Dao with me, but I never expected that you would abandon that world and escape into the chaos alone, going away for countless eons."

He stood with his hands behind his back, raising his eyebrows, and said calmly, "The path of the primordial world may seem like a broad and wide road, but in reality, it will eventually come to an end."

The idea of ​​aligning with the Dao and the Heavenly Dao sounds prestigious, but in the end, it's nothing more than being a steward for that world.

You know my temperament; I'm not one to be controlled. That's why I'd rather come to this chaos and find my own path to transcendence.

He looked up at Hongjun and smiled meaningfully.

"As for you, how spirited you were back then, how did you end up like this today?"

Hongjun remained silent. After a long while, he said in a low voice, "Pan Xuan... that kid's methods are too astonishing. I've lost, lost cleanly and decisively."

"Oh?" Yang Mei raised an eyebrow, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. "I really want to meet the person who could push my fellow Daoist to this point."

He raised his eyebrows as if he could see through his thoughts, and said leisurely:

"Don't worry, I'm not here to steal your things."

"I've lived for countless eons, what treasures haven't I seen? The Jade Disc of Creation may be wonderful, but it's not suitable for me."

He paused, his gaze falling on Hongjun.

"I merely sensed that you, this ancient sly fox, had been driven out, and finding it amusing, I came to watch the spectacle."

Hongjun secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but still dared not be completely careless: "Then what brings you here?"

"It's nothing."

He raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "You've taken over the territory of the Heavenly Ruler God, and those other alien rulers."

Zeus, God, Odin, and Brahma are probably coming to haunt you.

Although their cultivation level is not as high as yours, they are not easy to deal with either.

If you can gain a foothold in this chaos, I wouldn't mind watching you stir up some more waves.

After he finished speaking, he turned and left without waiting for Hongjun's reply.

Before leaving, he suddenly stopped, turned his head, and gave Hongjun a meaningful look:

"By the way, your rival, the one who drove you out of the prehistoric world."

I took a peek from afar, and it looked interesting.

If he comes to this chaos someday, I'll be happy to watch the drama unfold between you and him.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Mei's figure vanished into the chaos like a bubble, leaving no trace, as if he had never existed.

Only that last whisper still lingered in the air above the divine realm.

Hongjun stood atop the divine realm, gazing in the direction where Yangmei had disappeared, remaining silent for a long time.

After a long silence, he murmured softly, "Yangmei... Back then, you abandoned the primordial chaos to seek that path of transcendence. I thought you would eventually suffer a crushing defeat."

I never imagined that after countless eons, you would actually reach that point.

He slowly clenched his fist, but an unprecedented light ignited in his eyes.

"Since we are of the same generation, if you can transcend, why can't I, Hongjun?!"

After seeing Yangmei off, Hongjun turned his gaze to the other side of the depths of chaos.

Of course he knew those foreign rulers.

Zeus, God, Odin, and Brahma must have sensed his presence.

By occupying the divine domain of the supreme god Ame-no-Mikazuchi, he essentially planted a banner in this chaos, openly declaring:

Hongjun also wants a share of this chaos.

Sure enough, not long after Yang Mei left, Hongjun sensed that several powerful divine thoughts were sweeping towards him from the depths of chaos.

That was the divine will of Zeus, thunderous and incomparably domineering.

That was the divine will of God, vast and majestic, as if within its mercy lay an inviolable holy light.

That was Odin's divine thought, desolate and ancient, carrying the resentment and roars of the gods who had died in battle.

That was the divine thought of Brahma, all-encompassing and eternal, seemingly encompassing the infinite mysteries of birth, death, and reincarnation.

Four divine senses hovered around the outer edge of the divine realm for a long time, probing and spying, but none of them dared to actually step forward.

Because they can all sense it clearly.

Hongjun's cultivation level was higher than theirs.

Hongjun smiled coldly, stood with his hands behind his back, and his body shone with a great light.

The four probing divine senses seemed to be intimidated by the invisible pressure, and they all retreated, no longer daring to approach easily.

Hongjun snorted lightly: "A bunch of chickens and dogs, daring to covet my territory."

He ignored the four probing divine thoughts, turned around, and entered the main hall to begin his seclusion.

He wanted to completely refine this newly formed divine realm into his own domain in the shortest possible time, to regain his lost cultivation, and even to advance further.

Amidst the chaos, a new game has begun.

What Hongjun didn't know was that while he was in seclusion, those alien rulers had already quietly gathered together.

Although they dared not confront Hongjun head-on, they were unwilling to sit idly by and watch an "outsider" from the primordial era occupy the Chaos Land right under their noses.

An undercurrent targeting Hongjun is slowly surging deep within the chaos.