Chaos Outer Heaven, Zixiao Palace.
"Um, what is this?" The quiet Hong Jun Old Taoist sitting on the cushion frowned, the entire Cycle Universe was under his control. Yet, this sudden emergence of an evil aura had indeed caught Hong Jun completely off guard.
"Fellow Daoist, do you also find this breath quite strange?" A phantom figure floated out from a corner of Zixiao Palace. It appeared to be a completely blurred shadow, as if it were a white ghost.
Hong Jun furrowed his brow deeply and said, "Ever since I, Old Tao, integrated with the Heavenly Dao, though I have not attempted to fully control the Heavenly Dao, I'm also aware that many secrets exist within the Primordial Heaven and Earth! But this evil breath, it is indeed unfamiliar! Fellow Daoist, you have existed since the initial judgment of the Primordial Chaos, do you know where this evil aura comes from?"
