Chapter 803 The Only Existence [Requesting Monthly Tickets]

Chapter 803: The Sole Existence [Requesting Monthly Tickets]

"What kind of disaster?"

Xing Hongxuan furrowed her brows, asking. Although Han Jue was her top priority, her son had been with her for so many years, helping her cultivate. She hadn't even repaid him yet, and now she had to find a way to eliminate him?

How could that be!

The other party said, "His birth will bring disaster to the entire Chaos. He will become the enemy of all Chaos, and even your husband will be his foe. Those ancient and unnameable existences will continuously make their moves, sealing karma and sealing space-time. The reason I can dream to you is that I paid an extremely exorbitant price."

Hearing this, Xing Hongxuan fell silent.

The other party continued, "Moreover, you cannot guarantee whether the child you bear will be good or evil. You can already feel his talent. If he turns to evil, can you truly control him?"

"He can make you stronger, so he himself will naturally be even stronger. He is born with the most powerful force; he is a calamity by birth. He should not have been born. Your husband initially didn't want him; it was your insistence."

"Don't think it's cruel. The karma you started must be ended by you."

As the voice faded, the entire world began to twist, becoming hazy and blurred.

After waking from the dream,

Xing Hongxuan opened her eyes.

Her face was complicated, the heavy burden of mission and karma making it hard for her to breathe.

She touched her lower abdomen, a pained expression on her face.

Was it really because of her willfulness?

She suddenly thought of something and felt a sense of relief.

"Why am I struggling? I owe everything I have today to my husband. This child's talent isn't from me, but from my husband. I shouldn't worry about this; I should tell my husband."

Xing Hongxuan muttered to herself, then got up and went to visit Han Jue.

Han Jue was still checking emails, imagining scenarios for some interesting ones.

He sensed Xing Hongxuan's aura and immediately opened the door of his Daoist temple, allowing her to enter.

Xing Hongxuan came and sat beside Han Jue, telling him everything about her dream.

After listening, Han Jue wasn't surprised; he already knew about it.

However, he was very satisfied with Xing Hongxuan's reaction.

"You did very well. If you don't understand something, you must tell me. Don't try to handle it on your own," Han Jue said, taking Xing Hongxuan's hand and gently patting the back of it, smiling contentedly.

If Xing Hongxuan had been confused and killed her son, or gone to extremes, trying to flee with him and causing a series of consequences, that would have been troublesome.

Xing Hongxuan chuckled, "Perhaps this matter is a trap, meant to disturb my heart and thus tie down my husband?"

Han Jue said, "I will calculate it. For now, maintain your previous state. Cultivate when you should. After attaining the Primordial Dao Fruit, you must continue cultivating, understand?"

Xing Hongxuan nodded.

Several hours later, Xing Hongxuan left, her burden lifted, feeling lighthearted again.

Inside the Daoist temple,

Han Jue began to use the evolution function: "Did Xing Hongxuan truly meet her future self in her dream?"

"[Requires deduction of 500 billion years of lifespan. Continue?]

Continue!

"[It is indeed her future self.]"

Is her future self worth 500 billion years of lifespan?

Han Jue continued to ask: "Was what her future self said true, or was it a conspiracy?"

"[Requires deduction of 500 billion years of lifespan. Continue?]

Continue!

"[Involves supreme rules; cannot be directly evolved.]"

Han Jue frowned.

This meant he couldn't confirm whether the other party was telling the truth; it could be an enemy's deception.

This was a warning: enemies might also use the future to strike at the past!

It seems he must calculate the future again!

"I want to know what the scene will be like after the Great Dao Immeasurable Calamity ends?"

Han Jue asked, "I'll just look at the ending, alright?"

In fact, he was well aware that every time he looked into the future, he would change it.

But that didn't mean predicting the future was useless; at least it could help him avoid many troubles.

For example, the Evil Heavenly Emperor: if Han Jue hadn't interfered multiple times, he would have been annihilated over a million years ago.

"[Requires deduction of 50 trillion years of lifespan. Continue?]

So much!

Continue!

Han Jue then entered the evolutionary illusion.

The long-lost sensation of dizziness appeared, and Han Jue opened his eyes, his consciousness quickly becoming clear.

What met his eyes was a primordial void, filled with purple mist, with tendrils of chaotic energy intertwining like electric currents in the void.

Desolate, lonely!

Everything had turned into nothingness!

Han Jue frowned. What was going on?

The space suddenly contracted, dazzling his eyes.

He suddenly saw a figure.

That figure was slumped on a stone chair. This stone chair was eerie and sinister, with several heads embedded at the top. Han Jue had seen one of these heads before, in the Primordial Domain; it belonged to one of the Chaos Fiendgods.

Han Jue squinted, realizing that this figure was not him.

Who was this?

The person on the stone chair wore a black-patterned purple robe, with disheveled hair, exuding an extremely terrifying aura.

He had an incredibly handsome face, but his eyes were cold, and a cruel smile played on his lips.

Who was this guy?

Han Jue didn't recognize him at all.

He just felt that the person looked familiar, like Han Tuo and Han Yu.

Wait a minute!

Could it be his unborn son?

The purple-robed figure raised his hands, looking enchanted, and murmured, "All of this belongs to me. No one can stop me anymore. I am the only Primordial Fiendgod, and the only existence. I create everything. I shall be the Primordial God, supreme!"

Han Jue's expression was strange upon hearing this.

It really was his son.

What did he mean by "the only existence"?

You unfilial wretch, you wouldn't even kill your own father, would you?

At this moment, the dream shattered.

Han Jue's consciousness returned to reality.

He began to ponder.

If it really was his youngest son, then in the future, before he grew up, he would have to be thrown into the Primordial Heavenly Prison to prevent this scoundrel from patricide.

But on second thought, something wasn't right. Even if his future self couldn't defeat his son, he could still hide in the Daoist temple.

Perhaps his future self was faking his death?

Han Jue didn't use the evolution function again; all of this was still too far away, and he couldn't jump to conclusions.

If the situation didn't change, the Primordial Fiendgod would successfully overthrow Chaos.

Perhaps it was precisely because of the existence of the Daoist temple that his son could grow safely to an invincible stage.

As long as his son didn't leave the Daoist temple, the future he just saw was indeed very likely to happen.

"So, I must cultivate diligently and not slack off. We are all Primordial Fiendgods; only if I give up cultivating will I be caught up by another Primordial Fiendgod."

Han Jue's eyes became resolute.

Cultivate!

He then closed his eyes and entered a state of cultivation… In a dim space, vast chaotic energy permeated like a thick fog.

Yitian and a figure stood by a lake, its surface murky and constantly rippling.

Yitian turned to look at the figure beside him and asked, "Demon Ancestor, why hasn't he come out yet?"

The Demon Ancestor was like a different person compared to before, now having a human appearance. He wore a long black robe with tattered cuffs and hem, as if black flames were fluttering.

His face was pale, his features sharp, and there were three vertical lines between his eyebrows. His black hair was as long as his robe, and his entire being resembled a nightmare, terrifying and horrifying.