This is so dishonest!

Chapter 517 Emperor Zhuanxu, the Scapegoat; Prelude to the Decisive Battle [9k]

The era of Shaohao, the "Jintian Clan," was a golden age of order and harmony.

With the sharpness of metal, he brought order to the world; with the grace of the phoenix, he brought harmony to all nations.

The Codex of All Races, like a golden network, covered every inch of the human realm, bringing an end to strife and facilitating trade.

The Humanitarian Alliance has repeatedly achieved remarkable feats on the battlefield of chaos, earning widespread renown.

The entire primordial world was immersed in a stable and prosperous atmosphere, with peaceful times, like a melodious and harmonious melody.

At this time, Shao Hao was also looking forward to the emergence of a new successor.

And this candidate was quickly identified.

Ruoshui Divine Kingdom

King Changyi had a chance encounter with Changpu, the daughter of the Shushan clan.

The two were deeply in love and got married.

Changpu was pregnant for ten months and gave birth in one day.

On the day of his birth, extraordinary phenomena appeared in the sky.

It wasn't that auspicious clouds filled the sky, nor that a thousand streams of lucky mist appeared; rather, the entire Ruoshui River basin silently rose three feet.

The water was as black as ink, so deep that its bottom could not be seen, yet it was exceptionally warm and moist. Far from drowning a single blade of grass or tree, it made the land on both banks even more fertile and nourished.

A baby boy was born amidst this mysterious water.

He was born different from others, with a broad forehead and deep-set eyes. He never cried or made a fuss, but simply stared at this brand new world with his dark, abyss-like eyes.

His father, Changyi, was overjoyed and named him Zhuanxu.

News of Zhuanxu's birth quickly reached the capital.

Upon hearing the news, Shao Hao, the ruler of humanity, revealed a gentle smile.

He put down the legal code he was reviewing and said to the celestial official beside him:
"Prepare the carriage, and come with me to Ruoshui."

He knew that the child who would inherit his career and usher in a new era had arrived.

Shao Hao personally came to the shore of Ruoshui and picked up the infant who was still in swaddling clothes.

The moment his fingers touched Zhuanxu, he felt that human destiny that was completely different from his own, yet shared the same origin.

It is the virtue of the mysterious water, as tranquil and profound as the deep sea, yet containing boundless power.

"Good boy." Shao Hao praised softly, and tied a phoenix jade pendant that he always wore around Zhuanxu's neck.

From that day on, Zhuanxu's growth was always under the watchful eye and protection of Shaohao.

Shao Hao did not bring him to Chendu, thus restricting his nature within the formalities of the court.

He chose a more compassionate approach to teach his future heir.

"When Shaohao, the young emperor Zhuanxu, arrived here, he abandoned his zither and lute."

In Zhuanxu's childhood memories, the human ruler revered by all races was more like a gentle and loving elder brother.

Shao Hao would set aside his heavy official duties and often come to the banks of Ruoshui to keep the child company.

He no longer plays that grand melody that embodies the order of metal and can command all things to submit.

He put down his zither and harp, and simply used the most basic leaves to play a clear and melodious nursery rhyme.

Or they could use pebbles from the roadside to draw the paths of the sun, moon, and stars on the ground, telling Zhuanxu about the vastness and wonder of the primordial world.

Under Shao Hao's deliberate creation, Zhuanxu's childhood was filled with carefree joy.

He was not burdened with the heavy responsibility of being the heir to the throne at an early age, but instead grew up freely amidst the mountains and rivers.

He could walk barefoot on the riverbank chasing colorful seashells, or lie on the grass listening to Shao Hao tell stories of heroes from the chaotic battlefield.

Like the rulers of the human race throughout history, Zhuanxu also displayed extraordinary talent in music.

He can understand the sound of the wind, the melody of the water, and even the faint "celestial music" made by the stars moving across the night sky.

He incorporated these sounds into his singing, composing melodies that are pure and profound, capable of calming restless beasts and bringing life back to parched land.

Along with Zhuanxu, there were two other outstanding human prodigies.

One of them was a boy from the Jiuli tribe named "Chong".

He was tall and taciturn, yet possessed eyes that could see through the essence of things, and was born with the ability to resonate with all kinds of forces in the world.

The other one, also a boy from the Jiuli tribe, was named "Li".

He is cheerful, passionate, and full of boundless energy and leadership charisma, always surrounded by a group of peers.

Chong and Li were personally selected by Shao Hao from the Jiuli tribe to serve as Zhuanxu's companions and close friends.

He hoped that the future ruler would not be a lonely monarch, but a leader with deep affection, who understood cooperation and trust.

Shaohao devoted the same amount of effort to all three children, teaching them with great care.

He taught them to read and write, to study military strategy, and to cherish this land and every living creature that lives on it.

As the three children grew up and needed a teacher to guide them to a higher level of understanding, Shaohao put a lot of thought into this task.

He finally turned his attention to Beihai.

“There is an ancient and wise being, who is most suitable to be their teacher.”

"But I don't know if we can persuade him."

He wrote a letter by hand, which contained no mention of any transactions involving power or profit, and only one sentence.

"Fellow Daoist, don't you want to take a gamble and use the power of human merit to attain enlightenment and transcendence?"

The letter transformed into a golden phoenix, traversing countless mountains and rivers, and finally landed deep in the North Sea on a continent that had never moved for tens of thousands of years.

~~~~
The Xuan Turtle Daoist, who hadn't moved an inch for countless millennia, slowly opened his eyes, which seemed to contain the entire universe's star map.

A phoenix engulfed in golden flames stood silently before him, holding a scroll formed from the essence of humanity in its beak.

Xuan Gui extended his withered, tree-like finger and gently touched it. The letter transformed into a stream of information and merged into his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Fellow Daoist, don't you want to take a gamble and use the power of human merit to attain enlightenment and transcendence?"

A simple sentence, yet it struck like a thunderbolt, stirring up a monstrous wave in the once calm and still heart of the Black Tortoise!

Prove the truth!

Transcendence!

This was a goal he had dreamed of for countless cycles of time, yet it remained unattainable!
He used the secrets of heaven to avoid numerous calamities and has survived to this day.

Although there are ways to avoid disaster, there is no way to attain enlightenment.

The opportunity is approaching, should we go out?
After pondering for a long time, the black tortoise decided to consult its old neighbor.

His enormous body, which had not moved for millions of years, slowly rose from the seabed, stirring up the ocean currents of the entire North Sea.

Before long, he arrived at the Demon Master's Palace deep in the Northern Underworld.

Inside the palace, the Kunpeng Demon Master sat on a throne carved from Northern Dark Ice, leisurely flipping through a mythological book that had been passed down from the human realm.

He seemed somewhat surprised to see the Black Tortoise arrive.

"Oh, what a rare guest!" Kunpeng put down his storybook, a playful smile on his face.
"What brings you out of your tortoise shell today, fellow Daoist?"

Xuan Gui didn't argue with him and went straight to the point, explaining Shao Hao's letter and his own plans.

"Therefore, I would like to ask you, fellow Daoist, to perform a divination for me to see if this matter will be auspicious or inauspicious," the Black Tortoise said solemnly.

Upon hearing this, Kunpeng's smile faded.

He knew that this was of paramount importance to the Xuan Turtle's path to enlightenment.

"It's probably not safe enough for me to handle this matter alone."

Kunpeng thought for a moment and said, "How about we call Zhenwu here as well? The two of us can work together to deduce the result for you, and it might be clearer."

So they came to the other side of the North Sea, to the Xuanwu Temple.

The True Martial Emperor, who guards the North Pole, was resting with his eyes closed in the palace when he sensed the presence of his two old friends and slowly opened his eyes.

After hearing the purpose of Xuan Turtle's visit, Emperor Zhenwu nodded solemnly.

“Alright, then I will join Fellow Daoist Kunpeng in casting a divination for you.”

So Kunpeng took out a copy of the Hetu Luoshu, while Zhenwu offered up his Xuanwu tortoise shell.

Two highly skilled diviners simultaneously began to deduce the future of the Black Tortoise.

In an instant, the stars swirled and the heavenly secrets were thrown into chaos above the Demon Master's Palace and the Xuanwu Hall.

Endless Dao runes appear and disappear unpredictably in the void.

After a long while, the light faded.

Kunpeng and Zhenwu opened their eyes at the same time, their faces showing undisguised shock and solemnity.

The two divination results were completely identical!
Above the hexagram, endless darkness was as thick as ink, with only a faint glimmer of life, appearing and disappearing. Surrounding that glimmer of life was a terrifying scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the collapse of all worlds!
A huge "凶" (ominous) character almost leaps out of the hexagram, radiating a chilling aura that sends shivers down one's spine!
"Sigh~~"

Kunpeng couldn't help but gasp. He looked at the Xuan Turtle, his expression more serious than ever before:
"Fellow Daoist, perhaps... you should stay in the North Sea."

"This divination result isn't just a little dark, it's a dark that shines!"

Xuan Gui looked at the chilling divination result and his heart skipped a beat.

He instinctively wanted to activate his innate supernatural power and recalculate it himself.

However, he abruptly stopped himself from having that thought.

He silently gazed at the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood depicted in the divination, then looked at the only glimmer of hope.

He thought to himself: I have used the secrets of heaven to avoid disaster for countless years, but I have never been able to see where the opportunity to attain enlightenment lies.

Now there is finally a glimmer of hope. Should I back down because of what the divination indicates?

Do not!
This time, he doesn't want to back down again!
An unprecedented resolve flashed in the eyes of the Xuan Turtle.

He slowly raised his head and gave his two worried old friends a carefree smile.

He gritted his teeth, as if he had made the most important decision of his life.

“This son of Zhuanxu is destined to be with me.”

His voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with an undeniable firmness.

"Whether this is violent or not, I will decide for myself!"

Xuan Turtle had made up his mind to go to the capital of the human realm, and Kunpeng and Zhenwu, seeing this, did not say anything more.

They knew that once an old tortoise that had never moved its nest for thousands of years decided to travel far away, there was no power that could make it turn back.

They could only stand up and solemnly bow to the Xuan Turtle.

"Fellow Daoist, have a safe journey!" Kunpeng and Zhenwu's blessings were full of sincerity.

"Goodbye!"

The black tortoise waved to them, then turned into a streak of light and gracefully departed.

~~~~
Xuan Gui Dao Ren bid farewell to his two worried old friends and headed south.

He suppressed the immense aura that could have stirred up the North Sea, transforming into a white-haired old man with a black Taoist robe, carrying a tortoise shell on his back, and exuding an air of otherworldly grace. He then proceeded unhurriedly towards Chendu, the capital of the human realm.

When he arrived outside Chendu City, the ceremonial guard that had been waiting there made even this ancient being, who had seen many storms, pause slightly in surprise.

Shao Hao actually led all his officials out of the city to welcome him!

Such a grand reception eased the last trace of unease in the Xuan Turtle's heart caused by the "extremely inauspicious" divination.

He quickly stepped forward, a kind smile on his face, and said in a voice that was old but gentle:

"The sovereign is the sovereign of humanity. I am but a humble cultivator from the North Sea. What virtue or ability do I possess to dare to accept such a great honor?"

Shao Hao shook his head and said solemnly:

“The accomplished are teachers. The senior is a wise elder who has experienced the baptism of countless years, and will become the teacher of our future common master. He deserves any respect.”

After a humble and sincere conversation, Shao Hao personally led the Xuan Turtle into the most sacred academy in the capital—the Imperial Capital Academy.

This academy, founded by the ancient Heavenly Emperor Fuxi, expanded by the Earthly Emperor Shennong, and perfected by the Human Emperor Xuanyuan, is the crystallization and sacred place of the wisdom of the entire human civilization.

In front of all the faculty and students of the academy, Shao Hao solemnly announced an appointment.

"From this day forward, Fellow Daoist Xuan Gui will serve as the Honorary Dean of our Imperial Capital Academy, overseeing all educational responsibilities!"

Upon the issuance of this order, the entire academy erupted in jubilation.

What an honor it is to be personally taught by such legendary figures!
Looking down at the pairs of young eyes filled with thirst for knowledge and admiration, the Xuan Turtle was also filled with emotion.

He knew that he was now closely connected with this thriving humanitarian spirit.

Whether it's a blessing or a curse, there's no turning back now.

After a simple ceremony, Xuan Gui officially began his career as the "Imperial Tutor".

His first and most important students were Zhuanxu, Chong, and Li, who had been waiting there for a long time.

Our first meeting took place on the back hill of the academy, by a quiet stream.

The Xuan Turtle did not rush to teach any profound Dao. He simply sat cross-legged on a smooth blue stone, gently observing the three young men before him, who had distinct temperaments but were equally radiant.

"What do you all want to learn?" he asked, his voice as calming as a babbling brook.

Li, the most lively of them all, stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement, and clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying:

"Dean! I want to learn how to build an ideal kingdom where all races yearn for it, a kingdom where humans and gods coexist in harmony!"

After Li finished speaking, the usually taciturn Zhong also spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful:
"Dean, I want to learn how to listen to the voices of all the forces in the world and let them coexist in harmony, without any more disputes or conflicts."

Finally, it was Zhuanxu's turn.

He was neither as passionate as Lina, nor as ethereal as Chongna.

He simply gazed quietly at the black tortoise before him, its deep eyes seemingly swirling with endless stars.

“Dean,” he began slowly, his voice calm and clear.

"I want to learn how to establish 'rules' that will last for all time in this world."

After hearing the three answers, the Xuan Turtle revealed a meaningful smile.

He did not directly judge who was right or wrong, nor did he say that he would teach them specific methods.

He simply stretched out his finger and lightly traced a line on the empty ground in front of him.

On the earth, a miniature version of a vast and boundless primordial world instantly appeared. Mountains, rivers, oceans, and stars were all included.

“Look,” the Black Tortoise said slowly, pointing to the picture, “why has this world been able to exist forever?”

"It is because there is the Heavenly Dao above, which, with its merciless laws, restrains the movement of the sun, moon, and stars."

"It is because there is a tunnel underground, which, with its heavy support, sustains the vitality of mountains and rivers and all things."

"It is because the river of time and space runs through it all, driving the changes of the times with its ceaseless flow."

"Behind all of this is 'prelude'."

His gaze swept over the three boys.

“Li, the ‘harmony between humans and gods’ that you yearn for is a beautiful ideal. It pursues a dynamic and inclusive ‘harmony’.”

"Just like all rivers flowing into the sea and all races returning to their roots, what seems complex actually constitutes a prosperous whole."

"But you must remember that floods are formed by the convergence of hundreds of rivers. Once the dams are no longer in place, this 'harmony' will turn into overwhelming 'chaos'."

Upon hearing this, Li nodded thoughtfully, the excitement on his face settling down somewhat.

The black tortoise then looked at Chong and continued, "Chong, the 'harmony of all things' that you pursue is a sublime realm. It seeks a 'quiet order' where all things are equal."

"Like the mountain breeze and the whispers in the forest, they seem invisible, yet together they maintain the balance of nature."

"But you must also understand that absolute silence is death. Without the wrath of thunder to punish those who act recklessly, this 'silence' will degenerate into a 'silence' that allows the strong to bully the weak."

His heavy body trembled slightly, as if he had gained some insight.

Finally, the Xuan Turtle's gaze fell upon Zhuanxu.

His eyes became exceptionally deep.

"Zhuanxu, the 'eternal rules' you pursue is the most difficult, yet also the most fundamental path."

"What it aims to establish is an 'iron order' engraved into the laws of heaven and earth."

"Just like the cycle of nature, the changing of the seasons, it seems ruthless, but it ensures that the entire universe will not collapse because of the will of any individual."

“But you need to know even more,” the Xuan Turtle’s voice became extremely solemn.

"Absolute order is absolute confinement. Without any possibility of flexibility, this 'iron' will stifle all vitality and hope, turning the whole world into a cold cage."

These words plunged the three exceptionally talented teenagers into deep thought.

For the first time, they realized that the path they were pursuing was not perfect.

Behind every ideal lies the shadow of its opposite.

"No single 'order' is absolutely correct."

The black tortoise looked at them and slowly concluded, "The true way to govern the world lies in 'balance'."

"It lies in finding a balance between 'harmony' and 'chaos'; in making choices between 'stillness' and 'silence'; in leaving a glimmer of hope between 'ironclad' and 'imprisonment'."

"This is the subject you will need to learn and practice for the rest of your lives."

From then on, the three of them no longer focused solely on pursuing the ultimate path of their own cultivation.

Instead, guided by the Xuan Turtle, they began to learn from each other and draw inspiration from one another, trying to find answers to make up for their own shortcomings by following the other's path.

Li began to learn from Zhuanxu's composure and pondered how to add a solid foundation to his ideal blueprint.

Rekindle Li's passion for learning, and try to use your own strength to actively guide those chaotic forces toward harmony.

Zhuanxu, on the other hand, began to learn from Chong and Li's tolerance and ideals, and within his "rules," he pondered how to be humane and leave enough space and possibilities for the future.

They will still argue, and may even fight heatedly over a certain idea.

But their friendship grew even stronger and more solid during this clash on the main road.

Time flies, and a century has passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Xuan Gui summoned his three disciples, who had shed their youthful naiveté and become increasingly composed, to the stream once again.

He looked at them, his expression more serious than ever before.

"Currently, a great war sweeping across the past and future is taking place throughout the myriad realms."

"The sacred beings of the primordial world are engaged in a final battle with the chaotic demons of the old era."

"I want to ask you, what if... I mean, what if the Primordial World loses this battle?"

Li's face turned deathly pale instantly. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

His heavy body involuntarily tensed up.

Only Zhuanxu, after a brief silence, raised his head.

His gaze was incredibly firm, as if nothing could shake his conviction.

"You won't lose!"

The young Zhuanxu's voice was powerful and resounding.

The black tortoise looked at him and smiled, a smile that carried a hint of testing.

"What if?"

Upon hearing this, Zhuanxu lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

He thought about it for a long time this time.

The stream murmurs, and the pines rustle in the wind.

When he raised his head again, there was a trace of fear in his eyes for that terrifying future, but more than that, there was a resolute determination that transcended fear and pressed forward without hesitation!
"If such a day truly comes, the primordial world will face its ultimate darkness!" His voice, though still somewhat immature, already carried the weight and responsibility of a future emperor.

"All order will collapse, all civilizations will perish, and all living beings will become food for chaos."

“But,” he changed the subject, clenching his fist as if he were holding the hope of the entire world.

"We will never give up hope!"

Even if this era is plunged into darkness, even if all the stars have fallen, even if we are the last one left!

"We too will rise to the challenge and rekindle the flame of civilization amidst the endless ruins! In the depths of despair, we will once again raise the backbone of hope!"

"We will shoulder the responsibilities of this era and continue to move forward!!"

His words were resolute and deeply moving!
Li and Chong were filled with excitement. They stood beside Zhuanxu without prior arrangement, facing their teacher's scrutiny side by side.

Xuan Gui looked at the three energetic and determined young men in front of him and finally nodded in satisfaction.

A smile of immense satisfaction appeared on his aged face.

"very good."

"With such determination, you will succeed no matter what you do in the future."

He silently added a sentence in his mind.

This kid has such a resilient character and such a firm will. If he ever encounters some huge trouble in the future, someone will have to step up and shoulder the responsibility for the entire era...

If this were a normal prehistoric world, it would be incredibly inspiring.

But our prehistoric world is clearly abnormal.
The black tortoise secretly performed a divination for Zhuanxu.

Hmm, she's a good candidate to take the blame!

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Meanwhile, in the far, endless depths of chaos, within the pitch-black Chaos Demon God Temple, protected by three thousand primordial worlds.

A final scheme that will determine the fate of countless universes is also underway.

Inside the temple, there were no longer dozens of figures, but hundreds or even thousands!
Rivers of laws, representing the Great Dao of Chaos, flowed like galloping dragons, intertwining, swirling, and converging above the temple's dome.

Within each long river floats a powerful, suffocating thought, radiating a terrifying aura capable of tearing apart time and space.

These are all ancient demon gods that were awakened or re-formed by the Heavenly Dao Essence from various time and space nodes during the War of Myriad Realms!
The Heavenly Dao Spirit, seated on the central throne, looked down at the ever-dazzling and magnificent torrent of the Demon God's Great Dao, a satisfied expression on his face.

"After a long period of hard work, we've finally achieved some results!"

He muttered to himself, his voice tinged with barely concealed excitement.

He casually glanced at the great rivers and mountains that had become dim or even completely dried up in the war because their masters had perished, without the slightest pity or regret in his eyes.

With a casual wave of his hand, he completely erased those useless "abandoned waterways" from this magnificent painting.

To him, these fallen demon gods were merely necessary consumables in his plan.

As the War of the Myriad Realms continues, more and more Chaos Gods perish.

Similarly, many more and more powerful Chaos Gods were reborn by devouring the world's resources and being tempered by the flames of war!
"Fellow Taoists!"

The Heavenly Dao Spirit slowly stood up, his voice like the divine pronouncement of the Great Dao, clearly entering the minds of every demon god.

His expression was incredibly excited; he opened his arms as if to embrace the entire chaos.

"The time to break through the void and jointly establish the True Realm is about to arrive!"

"The antiquated, conservative era that Pangu ushered in, an era filled with order and shackles, is about to be ended by us!"

"We, the Chaos Gods, will surely dominate the new spacetime and re-establish our own order of freedom and chaos!"

"Rejoice, my fellow countrymen! Let us celebrate together the final revelry of this Pangu era!"

"Next, we will do everything in our power to sweep across the heavens! To shatter all realms! With the blood and wails of those primordial Dao Lords, we will forge our supreme path to eternity!"

His words were filled with boundless seductive power, instantly igniting the savagery and desire in the hearts of all the demons!
"Chaos belongs to the demon gods!"

"The primordial era is doomed!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Countless roars filled with bloodlust and madness converged into a destructive storm within the temple!
Thus, an unprecedented chaotic upheaval once again swept across all the heavens and myriad realms!
The people of the primordial wilderness immediately felt this suffocating pressure.

This time, the Chaos God's attack was more violent, more frenzied, and more reckless than ever before!

Within just a few days, countless frontline universes were completely submerged, devoured, and destroyed by that raging demon army!
Battle reports flew to the Taiwei Heavenly Court and the Human Capital like snowflakes, and every single one of them was stained with blood!

"Pangu's axe! Do they really think we, the gods of the primordial world, are all vegetarians?!"

"A bunch of wretched remnants of chaos, trying to turn the world upside down?!"

"You were losers during the Great Cataclysm of Creation, and you will always be losers in this era!"

The Dao Lords of the Primordial World were utterly enraged!

They are no longer just sending out avatars or sitting in the rear directing operations.

One by one, supreme beings who wielded the power of the Great Dao in their respective regions stepped out of the timelines they guarded, tearing through space and time, and actively confronting the most powerful top-tier Chaos Gods!

With these truly high-end combat forces taking to the field, terrifying battles capable of destroying the universe and reversing time and space erupted simultaneously in every corner of the myriad worlds!
The battle is not confined to the present world.

Even more so on that turbulent river of time that connects the past and the future!
The entire river of time and space was thus stirred up into a monstrous upheaval, and everywhere became a battlefield for the Great Luo Immortals.

Countless timeline branches were easily interrupted, evaporated, or completely rewritten in this terrifying clash!
"Master...Master, are we still able to handle this situation?"

On a ferryboat radiating multicolored light, a young girl dressed in a blue dress tightly gripped a bright green oar, her face filled with tension as she looked at the devastating scene around her.

"Even if we can't suppress it, we must suppress it!"

Standing at the bow of the boat, Chisongzi remained calm. He suddenly flung a colorful pine cone from his hand!
The pine cone grew taller in the wind, and the moment it fell into the river of time, it transformed into a towering pine tree rooted in the past and future, its branches and leaves covering countless times and spaces!
It is his true form—the innate spiritual root, the five-needle pine!
The Five Elements Divine Light cascaded down from the giant pine tree like a waterfall, illuminating the endless void and striving to smooth out every deadly wave stirred up by the battle between the Great Luo Immortals on the river of time.

"Hahahaha! A five-needle pine? Such a top-grade innate spiritual root is actually here! It should belong to me!"

A burst of wild laughter came from a murky tributary of timeline.

A top-tier demon god, whose aura far surpassed that of an ordinary Great Luo Immortal, stretched out a demonic hand that blotted out the sky and fiercely grabbed at the five-needle pine!
"Disciple!" Chisongzi shouted upon seeing this.

"Coming!" the girl called out sweetly.

She swung the oar in her hand in a wide arc.

boom! ! !
Under the astonished gaze of the arrogant Primordial Demon God, he was actually sent flying backward by this seemingly ordinary paddle, crashing back into the turbid river and creating a huge wave!

"Hmph! Let's see if you dare to be arrogant again! Let's see if you dare to be arrogant again!"

With her successful strike, the girl's confidence soared.

She put all her strength into it, swinging the oar in her hand like a windmill, constantly slapping the air.

For a time, any chaotic demon god below the Primordial Beginning who dared to show their face in the tributary of the River of Time and Space would be mercilessly beaten back by her powerful "Oar Divine Skill"!

If any powerful demon god at the Primordial level attempts to break through, Chisongzi will not hesitate to steer the Ark of Crossing the World to smash it away!

The master and disciple worked together to suppress the River of Time and Space, preventing any chaotic demons from breaking through the blockade and directly descending into the Primordial Realm.

"Fellow Daoist, don't panic! We're here to lend you a hand!"

Just then, a series of loud bugle calls came from the distant other side of time and space.

One after another, magnificent and technologically advanced giant warships, seemingly transcending time and space, broke through layers of giant waves and sped towards this place!
The master and apprentice looked closely and saw that a brand new flag was hanging on the mast of each giant ship.

The flag no longer bears the terrifying skull of yesteryear, but instead is embroidered with five large characters that exude order and majesty: "Time and Space Administration Bureau"!
The Chaos Pirates have officially become "official" members at this moment!

Nuwa, the "Pirate Queen" who once roamed the chaos and struck fear into the hearts of countless demons, has now retired to the second line.

A figure dressed in a white, elegant robe, with a humble demeanor, and holding a Bagua diagram containing endless secrets of heaven, stood at the bow of the flagship.

At this time, Fuxi had officially taken over as the second director of the Time and Space Administration Bureau.

He looked at the chaotic battlefield before him, his face showing no panic, but calmly issuing orders.

"Comrades, let's get to work!"

"Yes, Director!"

On the deck, the once unruly pirates had all changed into uniform "Management Bureau" uniforms.

They smoothly threw themselves into the work of suppressing time and space and maintaining order.

"You chaotic scoundrels! How dare you covet the Primordial True Realm without even asking me, Zhulong!"

A dragon's roar reverberated through time and space.

Having abandoned his identity as [Zhu Jiuyin], Zhulong bravely took the lead in joining the Time and Space Administration.

He transformed into a crimson dragon stretching for countless miles, and with a single swipe of its body, it pulverized several timeline tributaries that were attempting to breach the defense line!

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(This book still has 100,000 to 200,000 words to write, so it won't be finished anytime soon.)
Even after the series ended, there were still side stories to fill in the gaps.

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