Chapter 434: Is That You, Supreme Hongjun? Shock! The Chat Group Trembles!
In the Primordial Realm, the Purple Cloud Palace.
"Huh? My title is Supreme Hongjun? Supreme?"
Hongjun let out a soft murmur, deliberately scrolled through the chat logs to confirm, then froze in stunned silence.
He—or rather, all these Primordial Titans—had been preoccupied with pondering the High Hongjun, and with the chat logs scrolling too fast, none of them had noticed, which even surprised Hongjun.
"Supreme Hongjun?"
Not just Hongjun—every other Primordial Titan was equally startled, or at least momentarily stunned.
What kind of maneuver is this?
"I think I understand what's happening."
"The origin of the Multiverse Chat Group—or rather, its core—is merely a soulless entity, functioning only by instinct, far inferior in status to the Dao of Heaven."
"It merely detects the aura of those who join, then generates marks and names, just like the other members in the chat group; how far they grow or what notable conditions they manifest determines their names."
"And you, Grandmaster of the Dao, wield the Supreme Status—even if you have not yet become the true Supreme Source, you still hold the Supreme Status."
"The Multiverse Chat Group does not care whether you can achieve it; it has no consciousness. Upon detecting your aura of supremacy, it automatically labels you as Supreme Hongjun."
Nuwa spoke calmly, her voice clear and cool.
Upon hearing this, the Primordial Titans' eyes flickered slightly, lost in thought.
With the wisdom of Primordial Titans, they could have deduced this even without Nuwa's explanation—it was obvious.
If this is true...
"Grandmaster?"
Di Jun turned his gaze toward Hongjun.
The other Titans said nothing, but every pair of eyes locked onto Hongjun; after a single glance, all understood each other's intent—and smiled.
They were all ancient relics; whether they were tough or not was another matter, but they all had brains and none were fools—they knew exactly when to scheme, when to plan.
Especially since this opportunity lay right before them; if they couldn't seize it, they would never have reached this level or achieved what they had now—this was undeniable, self-evident.
"Then, let's do it."
Understanding their intent, Hongjun's eyes flashed with sharp brilliance, and he spoke in a low tone.
"I never meant to deceive anyone—but circumstances force my hand."
Hongjun sighed, shaking his head as if resigned, as if filled with melancholy.
"..."
All the Primordial Titans.
Ah yes, yes, yes—you never meant to deceive, you're such a good person.
Who among us doesn't know your true nature? Do as you please.
"Then, let's begin."
"If our planning is sound, perhaps we..."
Hongjun took a deep breath, his expression returning to calm, and spoke slowly.
Hearing this, the Primordial Titans' eyes all sparkled with brilliance, their expressions turning eagerly anticipatory.
After all, if it truly turned out as 807 and the others had imagined, the gains would be truly... unimaginable!
In the Creation Cave Heaven, within the Immortal Pond's pavilion.
Li Mo sipped tea, and before his eyes shimmered starlight, as if time and space flowed, as if a great cosmic mill turned, exhaling profound, mysterious essence.
Profound and wondrous, boundless in mystery—a single thought seemed eternal, as if spanning infinite time and space, countless eons; beneath his gaze, vast cosmic secrets unfolded, and in his eyes flickered one after another phantom visions of the future.
After a long while, Li Mo set down his teacup, and the strange phenomena around him vanished like a receding tide.
"The show is about to begin..."
His fingers moved, divine light rose in misty swirls; Li Mo lowered his eyelids, murmuring as if to himself.
The show is about to begin!
The real show is about to appear!
"This... is what makes it interesting."
Li Mo smiled lightly, his gaze deep as an endless black hole, filled with a chilling, terrifying wonder; long moments passed, ripples crossed his eyes, and then his gaze returned to stillness.
End of Chapter
