This primordial world is extraordinary.

Chapter 30: Stop talking nonsense, go lure the monster.

"Young man, do you see my arm?"

The body-spotted, armless creature seemed strangely unwilling to communicate with Hongjun.

It is eerie; you can't tell from its expressions and tone of voice, but you can intuitively feel it from its actions and regular patterns.

As soon as Kunpeng spoke, he immediately ignored Hongjun.

It seems that Hongjun is the one who is strange.

To be fair, what does Hongjun represent?

This represents someone who alone replaces the Way of Heaven, or in other words, I am the Way of Heaven, and the Way of Heaven is not me.

It is the manifestation of the Way of Heaven, the origin of the rules.

And what is eerie?

The bizarre is fragments of rules.

Let's delve deeper. What are the rules?

Rules are the way of heaven, or rather, the manifestation of countless rules combined and operating is the way of heaven.

The Way of Heaven is the ultimate form of rules.

The three thousand Great Daos merged and operated, forming the primordial chaos.

The interplay and operation of countless rules form the Way of Heaven.

Using the term "primordial beings," the rules are the Dao, and above the Dao is the Great Dao.

The Great Dao is too elusive; the Heavenly Dao is the ultimate operating rule of every world.

It was just a tiny, bizarre fragment of a rule, but it encountered Hongjun, whose concept originated from the Dao of Heaven, and he could easily crush it.

Therefore, Hongjun's single sentence, a simple interjection, disrupted its killing pattern.

If this happened to a wise demon or monster, it would have run away long ago. It's just that it's strange and unintelligent, only able to kill according to the rules.

Once you've figured all this out, if you don't rub it all off, you're not a true primal being.

"This?" Hongjun was puzzled.

Is Fellow Daoist Kunpeng being foolish?

No, someone as clever as Fellow Daoist Kunpeng would never do something so foolish, so there must be something fishy going on.

Not only Hongjun thought so, but Xiyi Daoren and Yangmei Daoren also thought so.

Even the four gatekeepers in the distance thought the same thing.

They were fairly certain that Fellow Daoist Kunpeng had found a way to defeat the enemy.

This is what Fellow Daoist Kunpeng said last night. In summary: act according to circumstances, take advantage of any opportunity, and if this matter is feasible, all fellow Daoists should attack it together.

"Old man, I can assure you, I have no idea what nonsense you're spouting."

Kunpeng doesn't even address the old man anymore; he's truly a despicable person.

"Click-clack!" Just as expected.

After Kunpeng answered in this way, his arm opened up on its own again and then began to twist.

"Young man, do you see my arm?"

The old man with lividity and no arms is really strange; he mechanically asked the same question again.

The only change was that the old man with lividity and no arms began to change his appearance. If his appearance was already gruesome before, it was now even more gruesome.

It began to exude a dense aura of death, with wisps of black smoke rising from its body, and its half-exposed eyeballs began to ooze more pus and blood.

An even colder, more piercing aura began to spread, and even the surrounding space and time seemed to be tainted by it.

The surrounding space began to become damp, and the source of the dampness was not water, but black blood with a bloody smell.

"Gagaga!"

The dense aura of blood and the cold black mist merged to form strange birds that resembled death raven.

It cackles and screams, possessing the ability to tear a person's mind apart.

"Hongjun!"

Kunpeng couldn't hold back any longer. He hadn't expected that the old man with the corpse spots would ask him twice, which was quite something.

It was even more intense than when I asked, "Young man, do you see my arm?" three times earlier.

"Fellow Daoist, wait a moment!"

With a silent shattering sound, the eerie and bizarre domain constructed by the livid, armless corpse instantly crumbled.

Indeed, Hongjun spoke again.

"Comfortable!"

Once again freed, Kunpeng experienced extreme joy.

He recovered, and the strange power that had been attached to him was absorbed and refined by him.

Or rather, refining it is not suitable, because one simply does not have the ability to refine it.

It's a fusion, a natural fusion that happens without any difficulty.

"What's going on, fellow cultivator?"

Yang Mei couldn't hold back any longer and asked.

"Stop talking nonsense, go lure the monsters, just do what I did just now."

Kunpeng isn't alone; everyone wants to take advantage of any good deal, and while we're at it, let's see if everyone has special abilities.

That would be wonderful if we had both.

"Okay!" Yang Mei nodded in agreement, but then asked, "How do I lure the monster?"

"How do I lure the monster?" Kunpeng looked at Yangmei strangely. "You're asking how? When it comes to spatial distortion, who can distort space better than you? Just go and fight it directly!"

"Ah, I understand, I understand."

He raised his eyebrows and suddenly realized.

Who says distortion isn't space? Isn't spatial distortion also called distortion?

Fellow Daoist Kunpeng is right. When it comes to space, distortion, and spatial distortion, I am second to none.

"Hey, you little devil, you dare to show off your skills in front of an old master like me? Just watch me."

Yang Mei is a charming old woman with a lot of energy.

A direct, powerful strike aimed at the core of the bizarre, armless corpse-spotted anomaly.

Yang Mei waved her arms and twisted them from side to side. Whether it was the Great Dao of Space or not, we don't understand, but it was just...

"Young man, do you see my arm?"

As expected, this Great Hatred Summoning Technique worked very well. The armless corpse, which had been interrupted and restarted, became strange and ignored Hongjun once again.

Hongjun: ...

Hongjun was not silent, but rather pondering because of some unusual changes.

He felt like he had become a little bit stronger, but that wasn't the main point.

Most importantly, when I first encountered the bizarre sight of a body with no arms and lividity, I was filled with a sense of crisis and repulsion, both physically and mentally.

But at this moment, this rejection and crisis have lessened slightly.

He had a feeling that if he repeated this interruption countless times, he could completely rid himself of the strangeness, or rather, make it disappear completely.

The previous sense of crisis and rejection seemed to stem from personal feelings.

It seemed as if I could see myself heading towards my end, falling apart and fragmenting.

One is the Way of Heaven, while the bizarre is the end of the Way of Heaven when it is broken and fragmented.

"As expected, he truly lives up to his reputation as Fellow Daoist Kunpeng." Hongjun realized.

Breaking the corpse spots and the armless weirdness can make you stronger; this is the path to becoming stronger that Fellow Daoist Kunpeng found for himself.

Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, you are truly a good fellow Daoist.

If Kunpeng knew what Hongjun was thinking at this moment, he would definitely sigh: "Fellow Daoist Hongjun is truly a good fellow Daoist. It's just his own ability, yet he insists on claiming that I gave him guidance."

"Ouch, ouch, ouch! But... it's amazing, so this is what distorted space is like."

On the other side, Yang Mei is suffering.

It was "suffering" in quotation marks, and he seemed to enjoy it.

His arm was twisted even more severely than the one Kunpeng had just made, but he still said: "That's satisfying."

That's a total pervert.

"And me, and me, Fellow Daoist Kunpeng?" Even the kind-hearted Xi Yi couldn't help but chime in.

Everyone else seemed to be participating, except me.

Regardless of the benefits of participation, it's definitely wrong for everyone to participate and not for yourself to participate.

"You should be polite to it! The greatest form of politeness is civility. Make it behave civilly and not be so rude, grabbing people's arms all the time."

Kunpeng rambled on and on.

"I understand," Xi Yi said, indicating that he understood.

Kunpeng: ...? ? ?

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