Honghuang: I Carved a Stele at Wangchuan and Threw Reincarnation into Chaos

Turbulent waves churned beneath the River of Forgetfulness. I bit my fingertip and carved chaotic divine script into a stone stele. The Six Paths ground to a halt, reincarnation reversed, and the order of the primordial world collapsed in an instant. The Heavenly Dao Sages knelt outside the Purple Cloud Palace, begging Hongjun to intervene. He gave them only four words: "The time has not come." They did not know that the figure dressed in ink-black robes had already crossed the sea of flowers and left.