Primordial Era: A Counterattack Against Hongjun Daozu at the Start

Profound Daoist patterns appeared in Zhou Yi's palm as he gently pressed them against the surging rosy light: "You still need to conceal your brilliance for now. Once I have swept away the gloom from the world, I will surely let you soar in the world."

The restless energy gradually subsided, eventually transforming into specks of starlight that sank into the depths of reincarnation.

Zhou Yi looked up at the sky and whispered, "The Heavenly Dao's plan is not yet finished, and before the Lich and Demon's fortune runs out, there are still too many variables to be devised in this game." Before he finished speaking, his figure had already turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the netherworld.

In the darkness after his departure, the faint sound of a heartbeat resounded again, and the nine-colored life embryo appeared and disappeared in the chaotic clouds, with a protective halo of innate Dao patterns floating on its surface.

After the Western followers suffered a setback with Ksitigarbha, they temporarily withdrew from the fray, and Zhou Yi laid down thirty-three layers of restrictions on the human race before departing. At this time, in the ancestral land of the human race, the tribes that had been spreading the Dharma for a thousand years under the guidance of the Great Master Miaole were quietly undergoing a transformation.

The spiderweb woven by the scouts of the Wind Banner has covered the eight wastelands and four extremes, and even the weeping pearls of the East Sea mermaids and the turning over of the Northern Sea tortoises are under surveillance.

The Linzi Camp's defensive system extends like the roots of an ancient tree, and the spiritual energy Great Wall formed by a million Xuanjia guards transforms the human territory into an impregnable fortress.

The demon-slaying crossbow carts forged from the Fire Banner are displayed atop Mount Buzhou, and the arrows engraved with the Chongli True Fire can incinerate the bodies of Great Luo Golden Immortals.

The Xuanwu battle formation controlled by the Mountain Battalion has evolved into 129,600 variations, which correspond to the number of the stars in the celestial sphere.

In the development of human military power, each legion shows a differentiated growth trend. The Changlin Legion has not only doubled its troop strength, but also completed its transformation from an ordinary battle group to an elite force. Now, it is common for Golden Immortal-level generals to be in the camp.

The Crimson Flame Legion adhered to its elite force strategy, expanding its size only from five thousand elite soldiers to ten thousand, but all its members had reached the Golden Immortal cultivation level. Combined with the Xuan Tian Battle Formation, a secret technique passed down by the Heavenly Court, the combat power unleashed by this iron army was enough to shake the primordial world.

Despite Zhou Yi's massive investment of resources in cultivating top-tier human combat power, the birth rate of Great Luo Golden Immortals remains low.

These exceptional talents were not incorporated into the regular legions, but instead secluded themselves deep within their ancestral lands to cultivate diligently, becoming the ultimate trump card to protect the survival of their race.

These hidden dragons will only emerge and turn the tide when faced with a crisis of survival for their race.

It is worth noting that the Mountain Legion, which is the core of the human race's defense, has undergone thousands of years of changes.

The military reform project led by the Ziyi clan has achieved remarkable results. It has not only strengthened the border defense system, but also endowed this iron army with dual functions. In addition to regular guard duties, it also shoulders the important responsibility of supervising the entire clan.

In response to the governance challenges brought about by the expansion of human territory, the Legion established a law enforcement network covering the entire domain, effectively curbing various illegal and disorderly phenomena that arose within its ranks.

At the level of top-tier combat power, Zhou Yi's strategic layout has begun to show results. Suihuang and Youchao have successfully reached the Quasi-Saint realm, constructing a high-end combat power barrier for the human race.

Limited by their reserves of fortune, the breakthrough plans of the Cangwen and Ziyi clans have been temporarily suspended. However, if the grand spectacle of the simultaneous appearance of the five quasi-saints is realized, the human race will win true voice among the myriad races of the prehistoric world.

At this moment, Zhou Yi is facing a crucial breakthrough. After a thousand years of accumulation, his unique Hunyuan Emperor Dao has reached perfection, and he can knock on the door of the Great Emperor Realm at any time. This human leader's ambition far exceeds that of ordinary cultivators.

Even upon reaching the Emperor Realm, one still must confront the immense pressure of a Sage. His ultimate goal is to usher in a new era for humanity within the primordial Heavenly Dao system.

As the bamboo curtain was lifted by the breeze, Zhen Yuanzi was standing in front of the human race's stone hall, tidying his clothes.

The ancestor of the Earth Immortals rested his whisk on his arm and bowed to Zhou Yi, who came out to greet him: "I heard that you, fellow Daoist, have been discussing the Dao with the Goddess of the Earth for three days. Today I have come to ask you about the mysteries of reincarnation."

Zhou Yi's fingers, which were raising to brew tea, paused slightly. Ever since he had gained some insight from observing Ye Tiandi's path to enlightenment ten years ago, he knew that Zhen Yuanzi would come sooner or later.

After all, the only beings in the world who could bypass the Meng Po soup to uncover the secrets of reincarnation, besides the twelve ancestral witches who rule the underworld, are the human race's common ruler who is allied with the witch clan.

"Is it for Fellow Daoist Wan Huo?" The teacup fell onto the jade table with a clear sound. Zhou Yi looked at Zhen Yuanzi's suddenly tense knuckles. "It has been more than a thousand years since the Demon Master Da Peng bird launched his attack. Fellow Daoist should know that calamities are predetermined."

Three jade slips slipped from Zhen Yuanzi's wide sleeves, containing the incomplete hexagrams he had calculated hundreds of times: "Three days ago, purple qi came from the east for 30,000 li, and the bell of the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain tolled nine times."

He pointed his fingertip at the crack in the jade slip, "The newly accepted disciple of the Primordial Celestial Venerable has a Dao body as clear and bright as a crystal cup."

A glint of light flashed in Zhou Yi's eyes. Who could have imagined that the Wanhuo Ancestor, whose soul was shattered by the Nine-Nine Soul-Scattering Gourd, would be reincarnated as the Fortune Immortal, untouched by calamities?

He stroked the cloud pattern on the edge of the teacup, recalling the secret scroll from the underworld sent by the Wu clan. The scroll clearly read, "Fude, born in the Jiazi year in Zhongnan, protected by the Jade Purity Immortal Light."

"In that case..." As Zhou Yi stood up, the Emperor's Seal at his waist glowed faintly. "Why not take a trip to the Golden Cloud Cave on Jade Spring Mountain? I heard that young fellow Daoist is currently refining the Heavenly Divine Fire Pillar."

As two auspicious clouds swept past the old site of Buzhou Mountain, Zhen Yuanzi looked at the broken pillar of heaven and suddenly chuckled: "Back then, Wan Huo always said he wanted to be a carefree immortal, and now he has truly fulfilled his vow."

Below the clouds, a young man in a yellow robe held up a newly crafted celestial mirror, in which the ever-blooming magnolia blossoms on the summit of Kunlun Mountain were reflected.

As wisps of celestial tea steamed, Zhou Yi's voice mingled with the mist: "Brother Zhenyuan, have you ever considered that perhaps it was precisely that wisp of primordial purple energy that yielded the Saintly position back then that brought us this great fortune?"

Before the words were finished, a faint chime came from beyond the Trayastrimsa Heaven.

The ancient past is revisited. When Zhenyuan Daxian and Wanhuo Daoren were comprehending the Dao of Heaven in Zixiao Palace, they were fellow Daoists who discussed the Dao with the Three Pure Ones.

Now, through the cycle of reincarnation, Wan Huo was reincarnated as Fu De and became a disciple of Yuan Shi. This generational relationship has become an interesting topic of conversation in the primordial world. In the past, they were friends of the same generation, but now they address each other as master and disciple.

In this primordial world where the strong are revered, the position of a sage is as bright as the moon in the sky. To become a disciple of a sage, even as a gatekeeper, is something that countless cultivators would flock to.

After all, in a world where the strong prey on the weak, a sage can decide the fate of the world with a flick of his wrist; this is the most fundamental truth.

At this moment, Zhou Yi and Zhen Yuanzi were riding the clouds towards Zhongnan Mountain, and the news that Fude was cultivating in Yuzhu Cave had already spread throughout the prehistoric world.

Some time ago, Kunlun Mountain was bustling with visitors. Yuanshi Tianzun set up nine heavenly trials, ostensibly to recruit talented people, but in reality, it concealed a hidden agenda.

This sage, who valued lineage above all else, ultimately only selected twelve promising Golden Immortals to serve as his disciples. He did, however, accept Fu De as a nominal disciple, perhaps out of consideration for Wan Huo's past karma, and thus did not include him among the twelve Golden Immortals.

The signs of the Three Pure Ones separating were already quietly emerging: Taiqing Laozi sat alone in the Eight Views Palace, with only Master Miaole serving him; Yuanshi established eight hundred rules in the Jade Void Palace, managing the Chan Sect in an orderly manner.

The Taoist Master Tongtian, on the other hand, was much more unrestrained. He opened the gates of Biyou Palace in the East Sea, welcoming all the spirits of destiny from all over the world. These drastically different philosophies of governance flowed like an undercurrent between the Three Pure Ones.