I, the primordial ancestor, started out as a useless cult and a useless saint.

Chapter 411 Six Million Years in an Instant

Unending chaos, destructive storm.

Ye Yang unleashed his boundless divine soul power.

But the boundless expanse remained a blur of chaos.

This made Ye Yang feel extremely uncomfortable, and he didn't know where he was.

Looking around, it seemed there was no life at all, nor any fragments of the world.

It's like a stagnant pool of water.

"Where am I?"

Ye Yang took a deep breath, his mind still fixed on the battle with Dao Zun.

It took a long time for him to calm down.

A quick calculation revealed that a million years had passed.

"Doesn't this mean I've been asleep for millions of years?"

I was shocked. A million years! A million years have passed! How could it be so fast?

Suddenly, I felt a jolt.

"My inner world."

Check it out immediately.

At this moment, Ye Yang's inner world is being enhanced at a speed of 200,000 times.

Moreover, it was after nine immeasurable eons that the second power of the world appeared.

Looking at the condition inside his body, Ye Yang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Very well, with my current strength, even a Dao Venerable is no match for me. I can roam freely in this chaos."

Perhaps it is not yet a match for the Great Dao, but the Great Dao will only cause trouble for itself if it eats too much.

And so, Ye Yang began his wandering in this chaos.

Time passed slowly like this.

Another million years.

The third power of the world has appeared.

Over those million years, Ye Yang traveled far and wide, stopping and starting along the way.

But it was still all a vast, empty world.

This was something Ye Yang couldn't stand.

Lonely, silent, filled with chaotic energy, and deathly still all around.

In this state, even something made of iron will break down.

Ye Yang felt that his spirit was about to give out.

"Where the hell is this place? Why haven't we seen any other beings for millions of years?"

At this moment, Ye Yang was truly exhausted.

Following the slow drift of the chaotic energy, Ye Yang let go of everything.

I slowly closed my eyes to pass the time.

It was as if he were on flowing water, slowly drifting away into the distance. Ye Yang didn't care where he ended up.

After leaving behind a wisp of divine thought.

Ye Yang entered his inner world and began to examine it.

"Sigh, at the current rate, it would take a million years to obtain even a trace of World Power. I've only obtained three strands of World Power so far, isn't that..."

If I do the math, it will take nearly three billion years.

Upon seeing this number, Ye Yang felt a chill run down his spine.

"Thirty billion years, how long do I have to wait?"

This is still the result of Ye Yang's time acceleration.

Otherwise, it would take six hundred trillion years to possibly reach the power of the Three Thousand Great Dao Worlds.

But by then, there probably won't be any hair left.

"Sigh, all I can do is wait. It's so boring."

And so, to pass the time, Ye Yang quietly watched the world within his body evolve.

One kalpa, one immeasurable kalpa, and then chaos began to evolve again.

Just watch it slowly.

Ten thousand years have passed.

Fifty thousand years have passed

One hundred thousand years have passed

Ye Yang became more and more engrossed in watching, and gradually he also sensed the difference.

Ye Yang saw the fragility of life, the boundlessness of life, and also the limits of the human body.

Even so, Ye Yang did not interfere, perhaps it was best to let them develop on their own.

Five hundred thousand years have passed.

A million years have passed

Five million years have passed.

At this moment, Ye Yang was also getting goosebumps from watching, and even felt a bit tired of it.

"What kind of fun should I find?"

Time flies in this vast world, and just watching like this isn't a solution.

"Perhaps... I should find a partner?"

Yes, it's time to find a partner.

Long-sealed memories are being reopened.

Houtu's face slowly emerged, and the emotions buried deep in her heart were slowly released.

"Houtu, where are you?"

After a full six million years, at this moment, Ye Yang thought of Houtu.

And so, Ye Yang seemed to be in a daze, not thinking about anything, drifting aimlessly with the chaotic tide.

In the Great Dao World, six million years have passed since the battle of Dao Venerable Ye Yang.

Back then, Hongjun relied on the power of the three thousand laws of the chaotic world to comprehend the final shackles and achieve the position of Dao Venerable.

They also began to emulate the ancient ways, preaching and teaching the masses.

His own Daoist palace was also altered by Li Hongjun and became the new Zixiao Palace.

This time, Hongjun accepted three thousand disciples, after six million years of evolution.

They all became Daoist masters.

Each of them represents one of the three thousand great paths.

Unless one of the holy beings perishes, a being who cultivates the same laws will take their place.

Otherwise, no matter how strong other beings are, their strongest level is only that of a Great Dao Saint.

However, in the end, Hongjun abolished one of them.

At this moment, there are only 2999 disciples left in the sect.

The law that was abolished was the law of power.

It wasn't that Hongjun disliked it, but rather that he dared not.

Houtu and Pangu cultivated the laws of power. Although they were both Great Dao Saints, Hongjun dared not accept them as disciples.

Moreover, Hongjun understood that although the Ancestor of Humanity had disappeared for six million years.

But it will come back someday.

There was no evidence, no news, but Hongjun firmly believed that Ye Yang would definitely return.

Similarly, Hongjun issued the Daoist decree:

"Anyone who reaches the Saintly Venerable realm must leave the Great Dao World and go to the Chaos to open their own Dao field. They may not enter the Great Dao World without permission."

At the same time, even Great Dao Saints are restricted; they are not allowed to take action unless under special circumstances, otherwise they will be killed.

Once the imperial decree was issued, no one dared to defy it.

However, there are two exceptions.

One is the Kunlun Immortal Palace, regardless of how pretentious the Kunlun Divine Palace may be.

Hongjun remained indifferent to the matter.

The other holy beings also understood and saw it, but they had no complaints in their hearts.

Because they knew that Kunlun Shrine belonged to that guy.

Although it hadn't returned for six million years, they knew that the creature was not dead.

Perhaps they are sleeping somewhere, or perhaps they are playing somewhere.

In short, don't provoke them.

The Great Dao World is a place of beautiful mountains and rivers.

A woman was living a simple life, and not far away stood an old man with white hair.

However, he does have a somewhat otherworldly and ethereal appearance.

"Houtu, those things are all dead, you can't make them grow like this."

The Tongtian Sect Leader walked slowly, seemingly without any magical power.

Seeing Houtu constantly carrying buckets of water to water the plants, the Tongtian Sect Leader could only sigh helplessly.

These flowers and plants are already dead, but they can be revived using magic.

But Houtu is stubborn.

"I believe he will survive, don't you think?"

Forehead.

The Master of Heaven was at a loss for words.

In fact, he understood that Houtu wasn't really nurturing these flowers and plants, but rather waiting for Ye Yang.

These flowers and plants could be revived by magic, but Houtu was unwilling.

At least if things continue like this, it's still a glimmer of hope.

What if Ye Yang doesn't return after his magic power is truly restored?

"Sigh, you can deal with it yourself. Honestly, what kind of holy decree is that old guy Hongjun making up? It's made it so that I, the sect leader, have no one to fight."

Shaking his head, the Tongtian Sect Leader expressed his frustration.

"You brat, are you bullying Houtu again? Come on, I'll fight you."

As they were talking, a strong, burly man walked over.

"Damn it, Pangu, don't think I won't beat you up just because you're my father god."

"Hmph, come on then."

Rumble.

Suddenly, the Great Dao World trembled.

When the Boundless Saint saw this, he sighed, realizing he couldn't afford to offend them.

Hongjun also shook his head; he couldn't afford to offend these ancestors.

Never mind, let them play by themselves.

A law-based restriction descended, and no matter how they fought, the Great Dao World could not collapse.

However, at that very moment, the color of the flowers and plants planted by Houtu suddenly changed slightly.

(End of this chapter)