The mistress of the Hongmeng was here, at a time when no one expected her to appear. Dashing beyond belief, she wore a man’s outfit and became the center of existence the moment she manifested.

The Curse King shifted uncertainly while the Dao King looked at her quietly. Any word he could’ve spoken and all of his endless yearning distilled into a single gentle gaze that settled tenderly on her.

Just like how things had been in the original Hongmeng, he didn’t need to prove anything to her or have her bare her heart to him. It was enough that he could look at her like this. Nothing else mattered in this moment.

The immortal dao, heaven and earth, Hongmeng, and even the great dao in this realm could drift away upon the wind....