Hongjun's Summoning, Chaos and Peril

The moment the strange phenomenon in the heavens disappeared, the innate deities in the primordial world were granted a pardon.

But the next instant, the voice of Dao Ancestor Hongjun appeared in Randeng's mind.

"Young Master Ran Deng, hurry to the Purple Cloud Palace deep within the Chaos."

Randeng, located in the Pangu Hall, suddenly narrowed his eyes. He had originally planned to see his teacher Randeng again when he went to Zixiao Palace to give a sermon, but he never expected that his teacher would take the initiative to summon him.

"Yes, Master! I will depart immediately!"

Hongjun's voice vanished in an instant, leaving only the approximate location of Zixiao Palace in Randeng's mind before disappearing completely.

Ran Deng then bid farewell to the group of ancestral witches.

"Fellow Daoists, I have other matters to attend to and must take my leave now."

Houtu, Dijiang, and the other Ancestral Witches were all forthright and pure-hearted, and they didn't think much of it. They simply assumed that Randeng had witnessed Hongjun's unparalleled glory in becoming a saint, and was moved by it, wanting to travel out of the prehistoric world, go into seclusion to comprehend the Great Dao, and thereby break through his cultivation level.

Houtu nodded gently, her voice deep and warm: "Fellow Daoist Randeng, please go ahead. The Great Dao is at hand, and cultivation is of utmost importance. The Pangu Palace of my Wu Clan is always open to you; you are welcome to visit again anytime."

"Fellow Daoist Ran Deng, please go. You are welcome to visit my Wu Clan again anytime. We are also preparing to go into seclusion and strive to help our other brothers advance to the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm within these 30,000 years, so that we can also visit the Zixiao Palace."

The ancestral witches echoed this sentiment. Their witch clan was born with strong physical bodies, but they were limited by their comprehension of the Great Dao. The Great Luo Golden Immortal was the lowest threshold to enter the Chaos. Only by reaching this level could one resist the dangers within the Chaos.

Now that Hongjun has become a saint, the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth is crystal clear, making it the perfect time for them to break through. Naturally, they do not want to fall behind the other innate saints of the prehistoric world.

So Ran Deng set up his escape light and left the Wu Clan, flying towards the Heavenly Membrane in the Nine Heavens.

This membrane of heaven and earth is the boundary between the primordial world and chaos. The violent chaotic energy is filtered through the membrane of heaven and earth and transformed into the innate spiritual energy of the primordial world.

As all living beings in the primordial world know, to enter the Chaos Realm, one must reach the level of a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Because in the chaos, there is no protection from the rules of heaven and earth, and it is filled with chaotic gales that can destroy the world, spatial turbulence that tears the void, and chaotic evil energy that is everywhere. Only the physical body and divine sense of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, combined with innate spiritual treasures, can barely resist the dangers within.

Now, Randeng has already firmly established himself at the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, his cultivation is unfathomable, and he possesses the Primordial Measuring Ruler, a supreme innate treasure, so naturally he is not afraid of mere chaotic gales.

He didn't use the Primordial Measuring Ruler; with a mere thought, a faint gray, ghostly flame automatically appeared, covering his body and forming an indestructible protective layer. This flame contained the Daoist essence of purifying all things, and no matter how violent the chaotic energy was, it couldn't get even a fraction closer to him.

The lamp passed through the membrane of heaven and earth and arrived in the endless chaos.

Only now did Randeng truly understand why the Dao Ancestor, in his three sermons at Zixiao Palace, said that only those with affinity could hear the Dao.

This chaotic realm is inherently a deadly place. Without the personal guidance of a sage, let alone finding the Zixiao Palace hidden deep within the chaos, even a Great Luo Golden Immortal would easily get lost in this boundless chaos, ultimately having their physical body torn apart by the chaotic gales and their soul devoured by the spatial turbulence, ending up with their soul scattered and their spirit dispersed.

As far as the eye could see, there was only a hazy gray expanse. There was no sky, no earth, no up, down, left, right, or any sense of direction. The concept of space completely failed here.

A raging chaotic gale swept past, emitting a piercing shriek, like billions of sharp blades cutting through the void. Its overwhelming power directly interfered with the release of divine sense. Even the divine sense of a Great Luo Golden Immortal would be shredded if it ventured a thousand miles away, making it impossible to discern direction.

Without the guidance of Dao Ancestor Hongjun, not only would it be a minor matter if they couldn't find Zixiao Palace, but the entire population would likely be lost in this chaos.

Following the guidance left by Master Hongjun in his mind, Randeng chose a direction and flew away.

The originally violent and chaotic chaotic energy gradually became gentle, and the howling chaotic gales disappeared without a trace. The surroundings fell into an extreme silence, so quiet that one could hear the sound of the Dao flowing within itself. This area seemed to be a pure land in the chaos, completely out of place with the dangers of the outside world.

Ran Deng hurriedly activated his divine sense to investigate, and upon doing so, he was immediately shocked—this seven-colored light bridge was not formed from any spiritual treasure, but rather from the condensed essence of the Heavenly Dao. Each ray of light contained a profound principle of the Great Dao, and the bridge was surrounded by a faint holy halo, forming an invisible barrier that completely blocked the chaotic winds and spatial rifts from entering, leaving them no chance to penetrate.

Ran Deng carefully stepped onto the bridge of light. Instantly, endless seven-colored halos enveloped his entire body. An irresistible saintly power carried his body, propelling him at a speed beyond his comprehension and far exceeding his own limits, rapidly fleeing into the depths of chaos.

On this bridge of light, he seemed to lose his sense of speed, feeling the chaotic scenery around him rushing past rapidly, covering hundreds of millions of miles in an instant.

"Is this the divine power of a sage, able to walk on flat ground even in this dangerous and chaotic place?"

For the first time, Randeng felt the power of a sage. What was a dangerous place for an ordinary Golden Immortal was nothing more than a backyard garden for a sage to do as he pleased.

But this also strengthened Randeng's resolve not to become a Heavenly Saint.

A Celestial Saint's status is entrusted to the Primordial Heavenly Dao, and every action is bound by it. Although they attain immortality and enjoy boundless majesty, they are as if imprisoned within the Primordial World. The farther they are from the Primordial World, the weaker they become, eventually losing all freedom and becoming mere executors of the Heavenly Dao.

What Ran Deng yearns for is the Great Dao of transcending heaven and earth and roaming freely in chaos, rather than the position of a sage who is dependent on others and limited by the way of heaven.

As he was pondering with the lamp lit, the light bridge beneath his feet suddenly stopped, and when he looked up again, he found himself outside the Zixiao Palace.

The entire palace is magnificent and shrouded in purple mist. The plaque in the middle of the main hall is inscribed with the three characters "Zixiao Palace" in Daoist patterns. At first glance, one is immediately immersed in it, and the Daoist charm of the Three Thousand Great Daos is contained within it like a sky full of stars.

"Why aren't you coming in yet? What are you standing there for at the entrance of my main hall?"

A majestic and authoritative voice came from the main hall, interrupting Ran Deng's meditation.

It was Hongjun Laozu who called for Ran Deng.

Inside the main hall, the space was vast and solemn, filled with the flow of Daoist energy, and the air was permeated with an atmosphere that brought peace to the mind. On the nine-tiered lotus platform directly above, the Ancestor Hongjun sat upright with his whisk in his arms, his eyes closed, surrounded by the aura of the Great Dao, as if he had merged with the entire chaos and the entire Heavenly Dao.

Ran Deng mustered all his divine sense to investigate, but found that the Dao Ancestor in front of him was like nothingness. His divine sense passed through him, but he could not grasp the slightest trace of his aura. It was as if the person in front of him was the Great Dao, the Chaos, and the Primordial World itself, unfathomable and unfathomable.