High-end prehistoric world, suppressing ascendants at the start.

"This object is the foundation of one world, but it also bears the endless cause and effect and resentment of that world's destruction. It is too full of malevolence."

Chen Feng weighed the crystal in his hand, his tone indifferent.

"Keeping it on you will do you no good and will only prevent you from ever escaping."

"This matter needs to be dealt with personally by the Dao Ancestor in order to resolve it."

After saying that, he flipped his hand and put away the Heart of the Plane.

Then, he looked at the dying Giant Celestial Venerable, and a pill the size of a dragon eye, emerald green in color, and radiating boundless vitality appeared out of thin air at his fingertips.

Open your mouth.

Without the slightest hesitation, the Great Celestial opened his mouth with difficulty.

The elixir melted upon entering his mouth, transforming into a warm and vast torrent of life that instantly flowed through his limbs and bones.

The body, on the verge of collapse, began to absorb this power frantically, like parched earth receiving rain after a long drought.

The severed meridians were reconnected.

A faint yet tenacious magical power emerged from the dried-up dantian.

His foundation was forcibly stabilized.

"This...this is?" The Great Celestial Venerable felt the changes within his body, his eyes filled with shock.

"It's just a flawed Nine-Turn Golden Elixir, good enough for strengthening the body's foundation and nourishing the vital energy."

Chen Feng spoke of it casually.

Then he pointed out another stream of light, which entered the space between the eyebrows of the Great Celestial Venerable.

"This is the 'Primordial Qi Cultivation Technique,' the most basic breathing method."

"From this day forward, begin your practice anew with the most basic breathing exercises."

Despite the excruciating pain, the Great Celestial Venerable tried to circulate the incantation.

His expression changed drastically when the first wisp of primordial spiritual energy was absorbed into his body!

The spiritual energy was incredibly violent, like steel knives rampaging through his fragile meridians, causing indescribable stinging pain!

But he gritted his teeth and forced himself to endure it.

He soon noticed the difference.

Within this domineering and unparalleled spiritual energy lies a pure Daoist charm and primordial law that he has never encountered before!

In the past, he perceived the world through the Heart of the Plane, as if through a thick layer of frosted glass, and what he saw and felt was all a reflection of the laws of the Sky-Supporting Plane.

Now, having removed that layer of glass, he was able to touch the veins of the Primordial Great Dao for the first time so clearly and directly!

Suddenly, many obstacles in spiritual practice that had previously puzzled me became clear.

"You felt it?"

Chen Feng's voice rang out at just the right moment.

"You ascendants from the lower realms, bearing the fortune of your respective planes, may seem to have a deep foundation, but in reality, you are already bound by the laws of your own worlds."

"To advance further in the primordial world, one must undergo this process of 'transcending the mortal realm'."

"Only by severing the ties of the old world can one truly integrate into this world."

"Otherwise, one will spend one's entire life as a rootless duckweed, unlikely to achieve great things."

Upon hearing this, the Great Celestial Venerable understood perfectly and bowed deeply to Chen Feng.

"I have learned a great deal!"

"Um."

Chen Feng nodded and continued.

"This is the second condition I want to tell you."

His gaze swept across the tranquil valley.

"From this day forward, for a hundred years, you shall not set foot outside this valley."

"Cultivate diligently here and rebuild your foundation until you have the strength to truly stand firm in the primordial world."

"Over the next hundred years, I will have the Green Ox occasionally deliver some resources for your cultivation."

"And I will shield you from the secrets of heaven, preventing outsiders from investigating."

"To avoid those bald monks from the Western Church discovering your existence beforehand and causing unnecessary trouble."

"This junior obeys!"

The Great Celestial Venerable agreed again without the slightest hesitation.

A century is but a fleeting moment for a former powerhouse like him.

It is an immense blessing to have such a safe place to rebuild.

He paused, looked up, and asked with a hint of anticipation in his eyes.

"Then... what is your third condition, senior?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng smiled, shook his head, and did not answer directly.

He turned around and took the reins of the old ox.

His gaze drifted leisurely towards a certain direction beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, where the Purple Cloud Palace was located.

"The third condition is that the time is not yet ripe; you will know when the time comes."

He seemed to be talking to himself, yet also to the mighty Celestial Emperor.

"But before that, I need to visit that old man first."

"These ascendants from the lower realms lately have been causing more and more trouble than ever before, making quite a fuss."

"If we don't inform the old man about this, it could really cause a huge mess!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he gently patted the cow's back.

Auspicious clouds arose beneath the old green ox's four hooves, carrying him with it as he took a step forward, his figure disappearing into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.

Only a faint sound remained, echoing through the valley.

"Cultivate diligently, lest you fail your master, and lest you... fail yourself."

The Great Celestial Venerable, or rather, at this moment, he should perhaps be called the Great Celestial Venerable.

He knelt in the direction Chen Feng had left, unable to rise.

After a long while, he slowly got up.

Looking around at the valley that would become his prison for a hundred years, there was no trace of dejection in his eyes, but rather a raging fire burning within them.

Shedding the title of Celestial Venerable and severing the root of the plane, he lost everything, but also gained everything!

He sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes.

He began to circulate the most basic "Primordial Qi Cultivation Technique," greedily inhaling the first breath of spiritual energy from this brand-new world.

The path is reborn from this moment on!

……

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, chaotic currents surge, and earth, fire, water, and wind rage—a place where all laws do not exist.

Yet, amidst this endless chaos, there stands an ancient Taoist palace, eternally existing, suppressing the eight directions and six realms, overlooking the long river of time.

This palace has no name; all living beings call it—Zixiao Palace.

A blue ox leisurely traversed the raging chaotic air currents as if walking on flat ground.

Those chaotic gales, powerful enough to tear apart even a Great Luo Golden Immortal, vanished without a trace when they reached within three feet of it, as if it had encountered an unparalleled sovereign.

Before the palace gate stood two young Taoist boys and girls, their features exquisite and their aura profound.

Upon seeing the blue ox and Chen Feng on its back, the two men's eyes lit up, and they quickly bowed in greeting, their faces showing genuine joy.

"Senior Brother Chen Feng, you've arrived!"

The little girl, Haoyue, spoke in a clear, melodious voice, as pleasant as a silver bell.

The boy, Haotian, was more composed and greeted them with a smile.

"Senior brother, you must be tired from your journey. Our teacher has been waiting for you for a long time."

Chen Feng dismounted, patted the ox's head, handed the reins to Haotian, and nodded to the two of them with a smile.

"It's been a long time; your cultivation has improved considerably."

He strolled into the Zixiao Palace.

The palace was spacious and high, and the sounds of the Great Dao and Heaven seemed to be there but not there.

On the high platform in the very center, on a futon, sat an ancient Taoist whose figure was blurred, as if he had merged with the entire chaos.

In front of the Taoist priest was a chessboard.

Scattered across its surface are black and white pieces locked in a fierce battle, embodying the cycle of birth and death of all things and the endless cycle of reincarnation.

"You're way late, and you're meddling in other people's business again?"

Hongjun Daozu did not raise his head; his voice was calm and unwavering, as if it had come from the ages, resonating directly in Chen Feng's heart.