Though not yet a complete system, hard to beco mainstream, it has been recognized by the Great Dao, leaving a unique mark in this world.
They are also Daoists.
Cangjie stood at the end of the Literary Dao River, bowing to the masters of those tributaries.
"Greetings, fellow Daoists!"
The unknown beings hidden at the end of the tributaries all revealed comforting smiles.
They also conveyed their goodwill and blessings to this newly ascended Master of the Literary Dao.
"We congratulate you, Daoist, for succeeding in your quest for Dao!"
Endless fortune of the Literary Dao began to madly converge upon Cangjie from all directions!
At this mont, he beca the new Master of the Literary Dao in the Primordial World after Kunpeng!
After a long while, Cangjie left the Great Dao River, intending to return to the Mortal World.
Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him.
"Daoist, please wait!"
Cangjie was stunned, looking at the approaching figure.
He saw a Daoist dressed in a Xuanhuang Emperor Robe, whose face was indistinct, with an extraordinary Dao aura that seed to rge with the entire Primordial Heavenly Dao, standing not far away, smiling and bowing to him.
Though the Daoist clearly stood there, he seed non-existent in this space-ti.
His presence was so contradictory, yet so harmonious.
It made Cangjie, the new Master of the Literary Dao, feel a shiver in his heart, unable to perceive his origins or intentions.
"I am the Daoist Emperor Hong, greetings Cangjie Daoist."
The Daoist, who called himself Emperor Hong, wore a gentle smile, his tone filled with inexplicable warmth and familiarity, as if they were close friends who had known each other for countless Primordial etings.
However, Cangjie's heart instantly beca extrely vigilant.
Emperor Hong?
When did such a suprely powerful being appear in the Primordial World?
Why had he never heard of him?
He returned the greeting without revealing any emotion, calmly asking:
"May I know why Emperor Hong Daoist stopped ?"
"I wouldn't dare call it guidance."
Emperor Hong Daoist—the Heavenly Dao Essence—smilingly waved his hand.
With a step, he ignored the distance of space and appeared directly in front of Cangjie, looking at him with eyes filled with joy and nostalgia.
"I rely saw an old friend accomplish the Great Dao, which delighted my heart, so I ca to offer congratulations."
"Old friend?"
Cangjie's brows furrowed slightly, he was certain he had never t this Emperor Hong Daoist before.
The Heavenly Dao Essence looked at his confused expression and laughed heartily, saying:
"It's understandable that you don't recognize as you have yet to awaken your mories from a past life."
"Past life mory?" Cangjie felt alarm bells ringing in his mind.
"Indeed."
The Heavenly Dao Essence nodded, slowly extending his hand and pointing at Cangjie.
His voice carried an inexplicable allure.
"Do you recall, Daoist, that in the endless ages before Chaos was ford and primordial order established, you were one of the three thousand Chaos Demon Gods as the Piaomiao Demon God?"
"During the tragic Heaven Creation catastrophe, many Demon Gods ultimately couldn't compete with Pangu, perishing and dissipating."
"But your Misty Dao allowed you to successfully escape with a trace of origin, avoiding certain doom from the disaster."
"For countless Primordial etings, we surviving old friends have been searching for you."
"We hadn't expected you to reincarnate as part of the Primordial Human Clan, embarking on the path of using literature to carry your Dao."
"Now that your Dao is accomplished, your rit complete, it's ti for you to awaken your inherent wisdom and return to our ranks."
The Heavenly Dao Essence's words were like enchanting music, each word seed infused with a strange power capable of shaking the Dao Heart, continuously impacting Cangjie's Primordial Spirit Sea.
Cangjie's expression shifted slightly, anger surging within his heart!
Chaos Demon God?
Emperor Hong Daoist actually accused him of being one of the Chaos Demon Gods, a calamity upon the Primordial World, whom everyone wants to eradicate?
This was the greatest insult to him as a Human Clan Sage!
A fiercely burning anger rose uncontrollably from the depths of his heart.
He longed to imdiately wield the Power of the Literary Dao he just mastered and outrightly crush this nonsensical person before him!
However, absolute rationality made Cangjie suppress this fury.
He clearly sensed that the self-proclaid Emperor Hong Daoist's strength far surpassed his own!
Even if he exerted his utmost power, he was unlikely to be his match.
Confrontation was not the wise choice.
In a flash, Cangjie's mind rapidly spun with thoughts.
"Am I the Piaomiao Demon God?"
His face displayed a perfectly tid expression of confusion and pain.
As if truly trapped in those so-called "past mories," unable to extricate himself.
At the sa ti, he secretly established a tight connection with Human Dao Fortune, sending an urgent signal for help to Xuanyuan, Li Mu, Feng Hou, and other friends far away in Chen Capital!
The Heavenly Dao Essence watched Cangjie's "painful struggle" and his smile grew increasingly playful.
He said cheerfully, "Daoist Piaomiao, save your efforts."
"This place—a hallway between illusion and reality—is a separate space temporarily created by our Daoist friend the mory Demon God."
"Here, all your external connections have been completely severed."
"You cannot escape."
What?!
Cangjie's heart sank suddenly!
Indeed.
He discovered his connection with Human Dao Fortune was truly forcibly cut off by a stronger, invisible force!
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