Chapter 64: The Unnameable Tianzun [Bonus Chapter]

Enough, enough, stop pretending, you've been faking all day.

Are you really afraid he’ll steal the Pangu Banner?

Yang Mei bought something else at another stall, then turned to look at Hong Jun, who looked panicked—he found it amusing.

You showed him the Pangu Banner just to use it as bait to keep Lord Fengdu around and see what tricks he has, right?

Who’s pretending? That kid really did sneak off with the Pangu Banner just now.

Hong Jun lowered his gaze, his expression returning to calmness; he murmured to himself: “A peculiar realm, unobservable—is this the Great Luo fruit he’s preparing? Intriguing. I’ll ask more carefully once the Pangu Banner returns.”

These two Great Luo beings were crouching in front of a cultivator’s stall, carefully picking through goods.

“Friend, your few post-heaven spiritual treasures don’t perform well when reforged into pre-heaven ones—they’re nowhere near as good as Lord Fengdu’s.”

“I craft legitimate items—do any of his creations even count as legitimate?!”

The [Qiankun Immortal] running the stall rolled his eyes irritably.

“His origin isn’t a Chaos Demon, is it? Why are you two so fixated on him?”

Yang Mei chuckled: “Friend, you’re clinging to appearances. Yes, Chaos Demons have deep origins, but are they truly that important to us?”

“We must view things with a developmental perspective.”

“This is Honghuang, the True Realm of Pangu—it represents infinite possibilities; never underestimate any primordial spirit born here.”

“Besides, Lord Fengdu is so… interesting.”

Yang Mei held the “Lost” Golden Whip in his hand, recalling all of Xuan Qing’s recent behavior, and couldn’t help but smile.

They’re pretending.

And isn’t Xuan Qing pretending too?

To match wits with two Great Luo beings and play along so seriously already speaks volumes.

“Friend, friend—you must first enter the Dao of this realm before you can truly be called ‘friend.’”

“Alright, you two do as you please.”

The Qiankun Immortal stood guard at his stall, beside him a four-legged square tripod exhaling endless primordial spiritual energy.

Absently tossing a post-heaven spiritual treasure into the tripod to reforge it, the Qiankun Immortal yawned: “You two decide everything in Baiyu Jing—I’m just a stallholder. Who you invite, who you meet—I won’t interfere.”

“Just call me if something truly important comes up.”

“Go, go, don’t disturb my business.”

The Qiankun Immortal shooed away these two annoying figures.

[The True Realm of the Dao]

The Dao is vast and obscure; clouds tower majestically.

Light radiates from all directions, bathing all things in white snow.

The sky is a deep azure, with ethereal radiance floating and shifting endlessly without repetition.

Across this immense, boundless realm, countless shadows stand tall.

“Once in the Primordial Azure Heaven, the Blue Void Song echoed across the Great Floating Li Soil...”

At the highest level of the True Realm of the Dao, a thousand sages and myriad saints sat around a colossal divine form, chanting in unison.

This divine form is unspeakable, unnameable, incomprehensible, beyond description.

Until a shadow ascended through the heavens, passing beyond the thousand sages and myriad saints, merging with the supreme divine form.

“Hey, Hong Jun’s really not being honest!”

A soft sigh echoed through the True Realm of the Dao, like celestial music.

At this moment, Xuan Qing bore a radiant halo, draped in seventy-two colors, holding a millet bead in his left hand and cradling emptiness in his right, symbolizing the “Ultimate Non-Polarity” and “Chaos Before Creation,” when heaven and earth had no form and all things remained unborn.

Moments later, a small black triangular banner appeared in his right hand.

“Fishing with a straight hook—how boring.”

“Hey, hey, that’s enough already.”

Xuan Qing stared at the Pangu Banner in his hand: “We’ve met many times before—you know you’re sentient; otherwise, you couldn’t have entered at all.”

【I’ve never seen you.】

The Pangu Banner feigned silence.

“No problem—we’ll see each other often from now on.”

Xuan Qing asked: “What did Hong Jun send you here for?”

【Not telling.】

The Pangu Banner observed this world while attempting to contact Hong Jun.

“Can’t reach him, can you?”

Xuan Qing smiled: “I never do anything without confidence. Bringing you here means I’ve got the upper hand.”

“If Hong Jun wants to see, let him find a way to come in himself.”

“Besides, Luo Hou already came by—I left him a little surprise.”

【I’ll tell him everything about this.】 the Pangu Banner replied.

“No, you won’t,” Xuan Qing shook his head. “I’m exceptionally skilled at dealing with spiritual treasures—this isn’t empty boasting.”

“Even if you’re a primordial supreme treasure.”

【You’re not even a Great Luo】 the Pangu Banner was puzzled—how could Xuan Qing have such confidence?

This realm is indeed peculiar, but it hasn’t yet reached the full level of a Great Luo.

“Enough of that—I’ll just open your primordial Dao and take a look.”

【No.】

The Pangu Banner refused.

It had only agreed to serve as Hong Jun’s surveillance—not to expose its inner self.

“Don’t be stingy—I just want to take a peek.”

Xuan Qing raised the millet bead in his left hand and shone it toward the Pangu Banner.

【You! Get away!】

The Pangu Banner struggled—it no longer wanted to be a spy.

It just wanted to go home.

“Since you’re here, you might as well get the full treatment, hehe.”

Xuan Qing activated the power of the True Realm of the Dao; a trace of supreme energy descended, and his divine form shifted repeatedly.

The unspeakable Dao and principles enveloped the entire realm.

【You… Pangu? No—you’re… Tianzun】

The Pangu Banner’s consciousness suddenly blurred.

Then, darkness.

Within Baiyu Jing.

Xuan Qing had been hawking goods at the First City for a long time.

Until a joyful message arrived from the True Realm of the Dao.

“Got it done.”

Xuan Qing’s lips curled upward.

He packed up his stall and began strolling through the city.

“Friend, you’re not really planning to run away, are you?”

The BBQ Immortal called out from afar.

Xuan Qing waved: “I’m just taking a walk.”

The BBQ Immortal, Kunpeng, sighed in relief: “Then let me recommend someone—go find the [Tour Guide Immortal]; he loves showing newcomers around.”

“Great~”

Xuan Qing weaved through the immortals, turning corners and winding paths until he finally found the [Tour Guide Immortal].

“Friend!”

“Huh?”

The Tour Guide Immortal turned around—his face was that of a tree person.

Xuan Qing looked closer: the Tour Guide Immortal’s limbs were all made of wood.

His head was lush green—clearly a canopy.

“Who are you?” the Tour Guide Immortal asked, puzzled, staring at Xuan Qing.

“Me? I’m the new alchemy and artifact Immortal.”

Xuan Qing smiled: “I’d like you to guide me around Baiyu Jing.”

“Ah, I see!”

The Tour Guide Immortal beamed: “You’ve come to the right person.”

“No immortal understands Baiyu Jing better than I, Ren Shen Guo—except perhaps Hong Jun and his kind.”

“You’re Ren Shen Guo?” Xuan Qing’s expression turned strange.

“Yes?”

The Tour Guide Immortal was confused: “Is there something wrong?”

“Nothing at all.”

Xuan Qing shook his head—this Baiyu Jing was full of surprises.

Zhen Yuanzi is not part of the Bai Yujing organization.

His ginseng fruit tree is actually here.

And it appears he came here without Zhen Yuanzi’s knowledge.

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