In the primordial era: the Wu tribe ceased its struggle for supremacy, and Hongjun collapsed!

Buzhou Mountain, Pangu Temple.

Tianxuan, who was in seclusion, suddenly opened his eyes, and two beams of divine light pierced through the void, looking straight to the west.

The once golden and dazzling western land was now in disarray, with the earth's veins completely severed!

Endless malevolent energy, resentment, and demonic energy surged into the sky, staining half of the prehistoric world's sky blood black.

"Rahu..."

Tianxuan's expression was solemn.

He could clearly feel that as the ancestral veins of the West shattered, the Heavenly Dao was wailing and the Earth was weeping.

Immediately afterwards, a voice filled with demonic power and domineering influence resounded throughout the heavens and earth:

"Heaven's Way reigns above, and I am Rahu! Now, feeling that Heaven's Way is incomplete, I establish the Demonic Path! For every foot the Way rises, the Demon rises ten! From this day forward, the Demonic Path will rise and the Way will fall! The Demonic Path is established!"

boom!

Heaven, sensing the gravity of the situation, bestowed boundless karmic retribution, but also the fortune of the demonic path.

Rahu merged with the demonic path, and although he died, the demonic path lives on forever.

"The battle between the Dao and the Demon is over."

Tianxuan withdrew his gaze, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

He knew that the old Taoist priest named Hongjun would become the biggest winner of this great calamity and attain sainthood.

Tianxuan closed his eyes again, immersing himself once more in cultivation.

The changing world has nothing to do with him.

Ten thousand years have passed since the end of the conflict between the Dao and the Demonic Path.

On this day, the atmosphere inside the Pangu Hall suddenly became extremely oppressive.

All the ancestral witches, great witches, and even the witch clan members around Buzhou Mountain felt a throbbing sensation originating from their bloodline.

Deep within the Pangu Palace, chaotic energy surged.

Tianxuan remained seated cross-legged atop the twenty-fourth-grade Creation Lotus, his countenance solemn and dignified.

At this moment, his state was extremely mysterious. His physical body seemed to shift between reality and illusion, sometimes transforming into an indescribable mist, and sometimes solidifying into a tangible form. Deep within that mist, a long, ceaseless river, with no beginning and no end, was flowing slowly.

That is a projection of the river of fate!

Above that long river, countless intricate lines intertwined. There were red lines of cause and effect, pulling at past grievances; golden lines of merit, bearing the gifts of heaven; and black lines of karma, attempting to drag him into the mire of the mortal world…

These lines, once like an invisible net, tightly bound Tianxuan, forcing him to struggle within a predetermined trajectory, like a puppet on strings.

but now……

"Break!"

From the depths of Tianxuan's primordial spirit, a soft shout that resonated with his true spirit rang out.

He stretched out a hand, a hand as clear as jade, untouched by any dust, gleaming with a faint purple-gold light, and gently probed into the river of fate, then suddenly grabbed it.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Those once indestructible shackles of fate that bound him broke apart inch by inch under this grasp, like withered wood that had rotted for millions of years, turning into specks of starlight and dissipating.

An aura of great freedom, ease, and detachment from worldly affairs suddenly erupted from Tianxuan.

He slowly stood up, the twenty-four-petaled Creation Lotus beneath his feet swaying joyfully, radiating billions of feet of azure light. The Time-Reversing Pearl above his head shone even brighter, and the phantom of the River of Time appeared, flowing joyfully around him, as if celebrating its master's rebirth.

"Perfected Great Luo Golden Immortal... Breakthrough!"

With a whisper, the magical power within Tianxuan's body began to undergo a qualitative change. The liquid magical power, which had been surging like a river, was now rapidly compressed, transforming into solid crystals. Each crystal was crystal clear, seemingly containing a miniature world of destiny, mysterious and unfathomable.

His aura instantly broke through the limits of the Great Luo Golden Immortal, stepping into a completely new realm that all living beings looked up to.

Primordial Golden Immortal!

Moreover, he is a Primordial Golden Immortal who attained enlightenment through the most mysterious and obscure laws of destiny!

"boom--!!!"

An extremely terrifying pressure instantly filled the entire interior of the Pangu Palace.

However, the Pangu Palace was formed from the heart of the Great God Pangu, and was an existence of innate supreme treasure, possessing its own unparalleled power. On the palace walls, the ancient and rugged Dao patterns faintly lit up, emitting a deep hum, which firmly locked this terrifying fluctuation, enough to crush the heavens, within the palace, without leaking out even a trace.

Outside the hall, Xing Tian and the other great shamans were still practicing enthusiastically, completely unaware of the earth-shattering transformation that had taken place inside.

But inside the hall, the scene was quite different.

The twelve Ancestral Witches, who were in seclusion in their respective chambers, were awakened almost simultaneously by this terrifying pressure originating from the depths of their bloodlines.

"This aura...it's my elder brother?!"

Dijiang suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with horror. He felt the spatial laws within his body trembling, as if he were being scrutinized by a superior.

"So powerful! Even more vibrant than the will left behind by the Father God!" The flames in Zhu Rong's hand instantly went out, and he was so overwhelmed that he could hardly breathe.

"Go check it out!"

The twelve figures instantly transformed into streaks of light, rushing towards the center of the hall.

When they arrived, they witnessed that breathtaking scene.

Tianxuan stood quietly on the blue lotus, surrounded by the mist of fate, as if carrying a vast river on his back. He was clearly standing there, yet he gave the Ancestral Witches the illusion that he was far away and elusive.

If Tianxuan in the past was a towering mountain, though it was insurmountable, you could still see the top.

So, Tianxuan now is like a deep, boundless, and unfathomable starry sky. Looking at him is like looking at destiny itself.

Tianxuan slowly suppressed his aura, and the illusory image of the River of Destiny in his eyes gradually disappeared, restoring his clear black and white pupils. The suffocating pressure also dissipated.

He looked at his younger siblings, who were staring wide-eyed and dumbfounded, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips, breaking the deathly silence.

"What? You've gone into seclusion and now you don't recognize your elder brother anymore?"

Dijiang swallowed hard, calming his turbulent emotions, and cautiously asked, "Brother, what... what realm are you at now? I feel like I'm facing the entire world when I'm with you."

Tianxuan smiled slightly, raised his hand and gently clenched it. In his palm, it seemed as if countless lines of cause and effect were being created and destroyed.

"Primordial Golden Immortal, Initial Stage".

"A Primordial Golden Immortal?" Houtu's beautiful eyes flickered with doubt. "What kind of realm is that? Is it higher than a Grand Luo Golden Immortal?"

"That's natural," Tianxuan explained patiently. "Great Luo Golden Immortals transcend the Three Realms and are no longer bound by the Five Elements, already enjoying true freedom. But Primordial Golden Immortals wield the laws, taking their bodies as the Dao. This is the path Father God walked back then, which is proving the Dao through the laws!"

"Congratulations, elder brother, on attaining the Primordial Dao!"

The twelve Ancestral Witches bowed down in unison, their eyes filled with excitement and pride. The stronger their eldest brother was, the stronger the Witch Clan would be, and the more upright they would stand!

Tianxuan helped everyone up, his gaze passing through the restrictions of the Pangu Palace to look at the vast, primordial land.

At this time, the smoke of the battle between the Dao and the Demon had dissipated for ten thousand years, and the world was clear. But under this clarity, he could clearly sense that the laws of the Heavenly Dao were being perfected at an unprecedented speed, and a supreme will was gathering in the heavens.