Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

Even the usually carefree independent cultivators spontaneously formed an alliance to share resources.

Time flows like water, passing by quietly.

In the blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

During these ten years, the six states were unusually peaceful.

The gods live deep within Tianzhou and have almost no contact with the outside world.

Although the Demon Lord Chonglou occasionally appears to challenge powerful figures, he has never launched a large-scale invasion of other states.

The Demon Continent and the Underworld Continent each manage their own territories, while the Immortal Continent lives a carefree life away from the world.

Even the Beast God, who loves to stir up trouble, is lying in seclusion deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, seemingly preparing something.

It's too quiet.

The silence was unsettling.

Behind Qingyun Mountain, in a forbidden, secret chamber.

Dao Xuan Zhenren awoke from his meditation, his brows slightly furrowed.

Over the past decade, he has not only devoted himself to ascetic practices, but has also kept a close eye on developments from all sides.

What surprised him most was the change in the Heavenly Emperor Fuxi.

According to intelligence from various sources, Fuxi has lived a secluded life for the past ten years, and the number of meetings held in the Lingxiao Palace has decreased significantly.

The Protoss's foreign policy has changed from its previous aggressive stance to an unusually mild one, or even a retreat.

Even more bizarrely, three years ago, Xi Yao was sent to the Qingyun Sect.

That day, the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden personally escorted them and announced in front of Dao Xuan:

"Xi Yao violated the heavenly rules and should be punished by heavenly lightning."

However, His Majesty, considering his many years of service to the sacred tree, and that his merits and demerits outweigh his faults, banishes him from the divine race, forbidding him from ever returning.

After saying this, the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden gave Dao Xuan a deep look, then turned and left.

After Xi Yao arrived in Qingyun, she privately told Dao Xuan:

"His Majesty has changed... no, the entire divine race has changed."

Before I left, Tianzhou was filled with an indescribable, strange atmosphere.

All the gods stayed indoors, and even the number of celestial soldiers on daily patrols was reduced by 70%.

Dao Xuan pressed for details, but Xi Yao shook her head, unable to explain, only saying:

"It's a sense of... alienation. As if the gods are being 'stripped' from this world."

Two years later, something even stranger happened.

Behind Qingyun Mountain, where Daoxuan secluded himself in meditation.

On this day, Dao Xuan was deducing the new changes of the Taiji diagram when suddenly the hairs on his body stood on end!

An unprecedented sense of crisis rushed through him like ice water, freezing his very soul.

That wasn't murderous intent or hostility, but rather a higher level of presence.

Dao Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils shrinking sharply.

Two zhang away, a figure appeared out of nowhere.

Wearing a nine-dragon imperial robe, with a golden crown binding his hair, his face was as serene as an ancient Buddha.

The Heavenly Emperor Fuxi stood there, without divine light surrounding him or any outward pressure emanating from him, yet Dao Xuan felt as if he were standing on the edge of an abyss.

How did he get in?

The Azure Cloud Mountain Protection Array showed no reaction, rendering the secret chamber's restrictions ineffective.

Even Dao Xuan's own peak Celestial Immortal spiritual senses gave him no warning whatsoever!

What's even more terrifying is that Fuxi at this moment is completely different from the person he was ten years ago.

Those golden eyes no longer held their usual majesty and indifference; instead, they revealed a hint of...admiration?

Dao Xuan forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and his magical power circulated rapidly within his body.

The illusory image of the Tai Chi symbol appeared and disappeared behind him.

He was prepared to act at any time, although he knew in his heart that if Fuxi really wanted to make a move, his chances of winning were less than 30%.

"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to panic," Fuxi said, his voice as gentle as a spring breeze. "I have come here with no ill intentions."

Dao Xuan remained silent for three breaths before slowly saying, "I wonder what important matter brings the Heavenly Emperor here?"

"I'll lend you a hand."

With a wave of his sleeve, Fuxi conjured two palm-sized brocade pouches that appeared out of thin air and hovered beside Dao Xuan.

The brocade pouch appeared ordinary, but its surface was covered with mysterious runes, and faint spatial fluctuations emanated from it.

"Take these items and cultivate diligently," Fuxi sighed softly.

Looking up at the top of the secret chamber, it seemed as if one could see through the rocks to the sky. "The great power is coming soon."

Before he could finish speaking, his figure blurred.

It didn't shatter the void, nor did it transform into a stream of light; it was just a simple blink.

Like a reflection in water scattered by a pebble, it disappears silently from its original spot.

Dao Xuan tensed up, his divine sense fully deployed, scanning every inch of the secret chamber.

No.

There was nothing there.

Fuxi seemed to have never existed, leaving not even a trace of his presence.

This method of disappearance completely exceeded Dao Xuan's understanding of the laws of space.

"Terrible..." Dao Xuan muttered to himself, his back already soaked with cold sweat.

He reached out and took down two brocade pouches, which felt warm and smooth to the touch, like jade.

Upon probing with his divine sense, he immediately gasped in shock.

The first brocade bag contained its own universe, a space as vast as the Qingyun Mountain gate!

It was filled with treasures as vast as mountains and seas: ten-thousand-year-old divine iron, nine-heavenly jade, solar essence gold, and yin cold marrow...

There are also many rare treasures of heaven and earth whose names even Dao Xuan cannot recall.

Deeper inside, thousands of jade bottles were neatly arranged, each labeled: Nine-Turn Golden Elixir, Creation Divine Elixir, Three Lights Divine Water...

This is almost an entire world's worth of accumulation!

The second brocade bag was slightly smaller, but even more amazing.

Two treasures, a pool of clear water, and a small tree float in the center.

The pool was only about ten feet in diameter, yet it exuded an aura of utmost purity and cleanliness.

The water reflects the sun, moon, and stars, as if it encompasses the entire starry sky.

The stone tablet by the pond is inscribed with two ancient seal characters: Tianchi (Heavenly Pond).

That little tree was even more extraordinary, with a trunk as if carved from white jade and branches and leaves that were crystal clear.

Each leaf shimmered with iridescent light.

There was soil at the tree roots, and within the soil were faint golden veins—that was… the origin of the divine realm?

"The water of the Heavenly Pool, the Divine Tree..." Dao Xuan's breathing became rapid.

He knew all too well what these two treasures meant.

The water of Tianchi is the purest and cleanest substance in the six realms, and it has an absolute restraining effect on evil spirits and demons.

For cultivators, it is an unparalleled sacred item—as long as it is carefully refined, a single drop can purify magical power and cleanse the foundation of one's cultivation.

The divine tree is the very foundation of the divine race.

Legend has it that all the gods were created by Fuxi from the fruit of the divine tree, which itself has the ability to gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and nourish the world.

Although it is only a seedling, it will grow in time.

This is enough to make Qingyun Sect a sacred place of cultivation no less than Tianzhou.

What exactly did Fuxi want to do?

Dao Xuan's mind raced with various speculations: a conspiracy? A gesture of goodwill? A strategic plan? Or...?

He suddenly remembered some ancient legends.

In the beginning of creation, there were three great gods:

Fuxi, Shennong, and Nuwa.

Fuxi created the gods and ruled the heavens; Shennong created the beasts and controlled the earth; Nuwa created the human race and controlled creation.

Later, in the great war between the three gods, Nuwa perished, Shennong disappeared, and only Fuxi remained, reigning supreme over the six realms.

This is the primordial world!

Or is it a myth?

Dao Xuan shook his head, suppressing these thoughts.

Whatever Fuxi's purpose may be, improving his strength is the key right now.

He left the secret room and went to the deepest part of the back mountain.

This is a forbidden area within the forbidden area of ​​the Qingyun Sect; only the sect leader has the right to enter.

Dao Xuan took out two brocade bags and formed a hand seal.

The Tai Chi diagram unfolded in front of him, with water and fire fish swimming around, transforming into a large array that enveloped the entire area.

"rise!"

With a soft shout, the water of the Heavenly Pool flew out of the brocade bag and landed in the mountain hollow, instantly transforming into a clear pool with a radius of a hundred feet.

The pond water rippled, spiritual energy rose like mist, and the surrounding vegetation grew wildly at a visible rate.