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

The Sun Star.

Taiyi returned to the Fusang tree dejectedly.

Compared to his triumphant departure, Taiyi's eyes now revealed an unprecedented sense of defeat.

"Brother...that person..." Taiyi's hand, gripping the Eastern Emperor Bell, trembled slightly. "Even the Dao Ancestor calls him a fellow Daoist...treating him as an equal. Is it possible that we'll never catch up to him in this lifetime?"

Looking at his dejected younger brother, Di Jun felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

When he heard Hongjun address Tianxuan as "Fellow Daoist" at Zixiao Palace, he felt a sense of despair and wavering.

But upon hearing that Hongjun had attained enlightenment, his wavering resolve, fueled by ambition, was rekindled.

"Second brother, do not let the fog before your eyes cloud your Dao heart." Di Jun walked to Taiyi's side, his voice deep and powerful. "Although the Dao Ancestor called him a fellow Daoist, it does not mean that he is invincible. Moreover, the Dao Ancestor once said that sages are immortal and indestructible, and are impervious to all laws. The Dao Ancestor was the first sage of the innate realm, and no sage has been born since. It is likely that the person who was born was not a sage."

"If either of us brothers becomes a saint, or if we recruit one of the future saints into our ranks, what is there to fear once that person achieves sainthood?"

"Brother, I understand." Taiyi gripped the Eastern Emperor Bell tightly, and the bell emitted a long and clear ringing sound, dispelling the dejection on Taiyi's body.

Seeing this, Di Jun patted Taiyi on the shoulder with satisfaction and said in a deep voice, "Now that the Dao Ancestor has merged with the Dao, the Primordial Purple Qi distributed in the Zixiao Palace is the foundation for becoming a saint. Although you and I, brothers, have not obtained it, the Dao Ancestor also said that there are fifty Great Daos, forty-nine Heavenly Evolutions, and one escapes. In all things in this world, there is always a glimmer of hope."

He paused, his tone becoming serious: "From now on, you will remain in seclusion under the Fusang Tree. The Corpse of Obsession is the most difficult to sever. If you can sever it, you will be able to reach the peak of Quasi-Saint. At that time, with the help of the innate treasure Chaos Bell, you will have more confidence when facing that person."

Taiyi nodded heavily, sat cross-legged under the Fusang tree, and golden solar fire shot up from his body, enveloping him in a giant golden cocoon.

Di Jun gave his younger brother a deep look, then turned around and took a step forward.

He did not stay on the Sun Star to cultivate, because he knew that it was impossible to surpass the Witch Clan and that person by simply burying himself in hard work. Their method of turning the tables lay outside, not inside.

Di Jun transformed into a streak of light, piercing the starry sky, and slowly descended from the eternally tranquil sea of ​​stars.

He strolled high in the sky, looking down at the vast and boundless primordial land below.

From this vantage point, the ancient mountains and rivers resemble sleeping dragons, brimming with spiritual energy, where all creatures roam freely under the frosty sky.

However, when Di Jun's gaze swept over the towering Buzhou Mountain, a shadow crossed his eyes.

"The Witch Clan..." Di Jun murmured, his eyes gleaming with ambition, "I won't let you be so smug forever!"

His gaze swept across the vast, untamed land.

Just then, as Di Jun's divine sense swept across the clouds high above Buzhou Mountain, he suddenly sensed something unusual.

High above, thousands of miles in the sky, the wind howled fiercely; logically, that should have been the desolate boundary of the void.

However, relying on the profound perception of the Hetu Luoshu, Di Jun sensed that the spatial laws there seemed to be in a strange overlapping state.

"Hmm? This spatial fluctuation..."

Di Jun's heart stirred, and his figure vanished instantly.

When he reappeared, he had already pierced through the fierce winds and arrived at the void atop Mount Buzhou.

He summoned the Hetu and Luoshu, two top-grade innate spiritual treasures that emitted a soft starlight, deducing the void before him.

"open!"

Di Jun let out a low shout, formed a hand seal, and a dazzling golden light struck the node in the void.

"Buzz—!!!"

In an instant, it was as if a curtain that covered the sky and the sun had been lifted.

The sight before him left even the well-informed Demon Emperor Jun completely stunned.

Deep within the layers of clouds, a colossal world cluster was hidden. The spiritual energy there was so dense it was almost liquid, with countless celestial islands floating in the air and divine springs gushing forth.

What's even more awe-inspiring is that this space isn't a single layer, but rather layer upon layer, each layer vast and boundless, forming its own world.

"One floor, two floors, three floors..."

Di Jun's divine sense spread upwards like a tide, and his heartbeat quickened as his divine sense rose.

"Thirty-one, thirty-two... thirty-three!"

Thirty-three layers of heavens!

Here, perched atop the primordial peak, overlooking all living beings.

Each celestial realm contains astonishing innate spiritual energy, both connected to and relatively independent of the primordial land below.

"This is... a foundation bestowed upon my demon race by Heaven!" Di Jun trembled with excitement, his eyes gleaming with an unprecedented light.

However, Di Jun was, after all, a cunning and ruthless tyrant.

He did not lose his mind in his ecstasy.

"No, we cannot announce it now." Di Jun forced himself to calm down, his gaze deep. "The Witch Clan is powerful now, and the Heavenly Mystery is unfathomable. If we reveal this place now, the Witch Clan will definitely rush up to the heavens to fight for it. With the current strength of my Demon Clan, we cannot defend this Thirty-Three Heavens."

He put away the Hetu Luoshu and erased the last trace of his arrival.

Over the next few centuries, the seemingly calm land was actually rife with undercurrents.

The Wu tribe on Buzhou Mountain are busy refining the top-grade innate spiritual treasures brought back by Tianxuan. They are all in seclusion, and their auras are constantly rising under the cover of the Pangu Palace.

Meanwhile, in the sky, countless celestial beings are embarking on an unprecedented great migration.

Countless elite demons broke into smaller groups and, under the cover of starlight, silently slipped into the Thirty-Three Heavens.

With the arrival of the first batch of demons, the once desolate Heavenly Realm began to radiate vitality.

……

Buzhou Mountain.

Xingtian Tribe

Kong Xuan sat cross-legged, his body shimmering with multicolored light.

At this moment, Kong Xuan's magical power had surged to its limit, and every drop of his essence blood seemed to contain a vast ocean.

At the peak of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, in this prehistoric world, one would already be considered a top-tier being in the second tier.

"Metal, wood, water, fire, and earth—the five elements flow and interact, mutually generating and restraining each other… I have deduced the laws of the five elements to the ultimate level of the Great Luo Immortal, yet why does the threshold of the Primordial Golden Immortal remain like a mirage, something I can only look at but never reach?"

He slowly withdrew the divine light emanating from his body and stood up.

He looked towards the direction of the Pangu Palace. Although he and Liu Er were both Tian Xuan's personal disciples, only Tian Xuan and the Twelve Ancestral Witches could cultivate inside the Pangu Palace. Tian Xuan had not broken this rule for his disciples.

"Should we ask Master?"

"No, Master is in seclusion, so let's not disturb him."

"My master once said that the path of cultivation is to seek the Dharma externally and the Dao internally. Simply sitting in meditation will not lead to the end of the Dao. When my master encountered a bottleneck, he chose to travel through the primordial wilderness. Perhaps it is time for me to go out and explore as well."

Kong Xuan transformed into a streak of five-colored light and quietly left Buzhou Mountain.

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