Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

Dao Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and stepped out of the cave.

Wan Jianyi, Cangsong, and others had also arrived. Everyone gathered in the square in front of Lingxiao Palace and looked up at the sky.

The sky was filled with churning dark clouds, not ordinary clouds, but a strange celestial phenomenon mixed with colorful rays of light and spatial rifts.

The spiritual energy was growing wildly, so fast that it formed a visible spiritual tide that swept across six states.

"Senior brother, this world..." Wan Jianyi said in a deep voice, "is not simple at all."

Dao Xuan nodded.

He sensed it, and it wasn't just an increase in spiritual energy.

Moreover, the laws governing the entire world are fluctuating, expanding, and... evolving!

Half an hour later, it became completely dark.

It wasn't the darkness of night, but rather as if the entire sky was veiled in black.

The earth trembled, space distorted, and on the distant horizon, new land could be faintly seen emerging.

"North!" the pine tree suddenly pointed to the far north.

As everyone looked on, they saw a vast continent slowly solidifying from the void at the edge of the icy plain.

That continent was so vast that it was not much smaller than China!

Even more terrifying is that the auras of powerful individuals emanating from the continent are scattered like stars in the sky, with a few being particularly formidable.

There are even celestial beings among them!

Almost simultaneously, Dao Xuan sensed several other unusual movements.

From the direction of the Demon Continent, seven powerful auras soared into the sky, breaking through the barrier of the Celestial Immortals!

Those were the three kings of the Ghost Realm and the four emperors of the Demon Continent.

After being trapped at the peak of the Earth Immortal realm for countless years, he finally broke through by taking advantage of the dramatic changes in the world.

Immediately afterwards, five auras from the Demon Continent, four from the Immortal Continent, and one from the Divine Continent, a total of ten auras broke through one after another!

That path in the Divine Land is none other than Dugu Yuyun of Mount Shu.

"The world is undergoing dramatic changes, and spiritual energy is surging. This is an unprecedented era."

"It was also... the beginning of a chaotic era," Dao Xuan murmured.

His gaze turned to the new continent to the north, his expression solemn.

Meanwhile, deep within the New World, several pairs of eyes were also looking south.

The two sides faced each other across the endless void.

"Dao Xuan!"

An arrogant voice broke the silence, and a beam of red light fell before the Lingxiao Palace.

Demon Lord Chonglou crossed his arms, his scarlet pupils blazing with battle intent.

"A new world has arrived, teeming with powerful beings. Do you dare to join me in venturing onto that continent?"

Dao Xuan glanced at him and slowly shook his head: "This humble Daoist has no plans to go at the moment."

"Hmph, boring," Chonglou scoffed, but did not insist.

"If you won't go, I will. All the strong in this world should fall to my hands!"

Having said that, he transformed into a streak of red light, tearing through the sky and heading straight north.

Dao Xuan gazed at the red light disappearing into the horizon, remained silent for a moment, and then said to Cang Song:

"Junior Brother Cangsong, mobilize all the hidden sentries and infiltrate the New World."

I need to know everything about that continent: the distribution of power, the number of strong individuals, the cultivation system... the more detailed the better.

"yes!"

The pine tree accepted the order and left.

Dao Xuan turned and walked back to his cave, taking one last look at the north before going into seclusion.

A new world, new strongmen, a new era.

The disappearance of the gods, Fuxi's gift, the dramatic changes in the world... what secrets lie behind all of this?

He vaguely sensed that a vast net covering the six realms was slowly tightening.

And all the beings in the net, including Dao Xuan himself, are merely... pawns?

"No."

Dao Xuan closed his eyes, and the Taiji diagram appeared behind him.

"In my entire life, I have never been a pawn."

The stone gate to the cave slowly closed.

A new round of seclusion has begun.

And to the north, on the edge of the New World.

Chonglou stood suspended in mid-air, his scarlet cloak fluttering wildly in the turbulent flow of spiritual energy.

He looked down at the unfamiliar land below, sensing powerful auras, and a proud smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Good, good, not bad at all."

He gasped sharply, his voice like thunder, echoing for miles around.

"Who dares to fight me?!"

The demonic power was overwhelming; the black and red demonic energy transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-tall demonic shadow, standing between heaven and earth.

This is a blatant provocation, a Chonglou-style "greeting".

Deep within the New World, several powerful auras suddenly locked onto it.

A figure broke through the air and landed a hundred feet away from the tower.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in a green robe, with strange power fluctuations flowing around him.

It is magical power, not demonic energy, nor divine power, but a more unknown force.

"Arrogant fool," the man in the green robe said coldly, "How dare you run wild here?"

"I am honored to have learned from your superior skills!"

Before he finished speaking, he formed a hand seal, and a burst of blue light emanated from his body.

Transforming into countless illusory images of ancient trees, each ancient tree contains the profound truth of the eternal cycle of life.

Mid-stage Celestial Immortal!

Chonglou's fighting spirit intensified, and his scarlet pupils swept over his opponent, but suddenly a look of disappointment appeared.

"You're not good enough," he shook his head, his tone matter-of-fact. "Find someone else."

The man in the green robe flew into a rage: "You're asking for death!"

Thousands of ancient trees transformed into a cage, pressing down upon Chonglou!

War is imminent.

Chonglou stood with his hands behind his back, his long robe fluttering in the wind, his red hair flowing like a waterfall, moving even without wind.

He didn't show the slightest extra expression.

Only his deep, cold eyes revealed a haughty arrogance that looked down upon the world.

He didn't even lift his eyelids; only when those ancient tree phantoms were about to reach him did his figure suddenly sway.

In that instant, it was incredibly fast!

Like a red lightning bolt, tearing through the void?

Before anyone could react, he appeared in front of the man in the green robe like a ghost.

There are no fancy moves, no complicated techniques.

He simply raised his right hand slowly, and then, he threw a punch!

This punch, seemingly ordinary, contained an immense and boundless power.

Like the Milky Way cascading down from the heavens, it crashed down with unparalleled power.

"Bang!"

A deafening roar echoed through the sky.

The seemingly indestructible ancient wooden defense in front of the man in the green robe was destroyed by this punch.

It shattered into pieces, like it was made of paper, turning into specks of golden light that dissipated into the air.

Immediately following was that fist, which contained terrifying power.

It landed solidly on his chest.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood gushed out of the man's mouth like a fountain.

His body flew backward and finally crashed heavily onto the distant mountain wall.

With a dull thud, it sank into a deep crater, its fate unknown.

The world fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with disbelief, as if they had witnessed something unbelievable.

After a pin drop of silence, gasps of shock rose and fell.

"This...how is this possible?! I couldn't even withstand one of his punches?"

"My God! This person's strength is terrifying!"

"A four-star Dou Sheng... is he really so easily defeated?"

Chonglou slowly withdrew his fist, his gaze sweeping over the figure embedded in the mountain wall.

His brows furrowed slightly, and a hint of dissatisfaction appeared on his face.

"All show and no substance."

The four words clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying an air of domineering arrogance that left no room for doubt.

These four words are like a huge rock.

It was thrown into the calm lake, instantly creating a thousand waves.