Primordial Era: I, the Creation Lotus, will absolutely not be struck this time!

Chapter 30 The Three Pure Ones Break Up, the Heavenly Court Emerges

Tongtian was taken aback, even though he had considered never having any contact with Laozi and Yuanshi again.

They never considered leaving the Three Pure Ones.

Seeing the undisguised disgust on Yuanshi's face, and then looking at Laozi's indifferent expression, he realized that this was none of his business.

Tongtian found it all rather boring.

"good!"

Tongtian nodded vigorously.

"If you're only willing to call me 'brother' so that I'll take you up Mount Buzhou to search for treasure?"

"Then it's better if we don't become brothers!"

"From this day forward, I am no longer one of the Three Pure Ones!"

The Immortal Execution Sword was drawn from its sheath behind him, emitting a resounding clang.

The air itself seemed to be torn apart, and Laozi and Yuanshi felt an immense threat emanating from the Zhuxian Sword.

Lao Tzu immediately increased his magical power to control the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda.

Yuan Shi was greatly alarmed and hurriedly rushed into the protective range of the Linglong Tower.

"Tongtian, you're going to attack me? Do you even respect me as your elder brother?"

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Just moments ago, Yuanshi Tianzun did not acknowledge Tongtian as his elder brother, but now he admits that he is his elder brother.

Yuanshi felt a little envious looking at the sword in Tongtian's hand.

"Tongtian, this treasure's destructive power is far too overwhelming. Don't let it cloud your judgment!"

Seeing that Yuanshi looked terrified but still dared to covet the Zhuxian Sword in his hand, Tongtian hesitated no longer and gave a mocking smile.

The Zhuxian Sword sliced ​​through the robes, the torn hem fluttering away and merging into the primordial world.

The voice that reached the heavens was like a knife.

"From this day forward, we sever all ties and are no longer brothers of the same origin."

Boom! ~~

As Tongtian finished speaking, thunder roared in the sky, as if the heavens were enraged, but were powerless to stop it.

Lao Tzu, in his primordial state, sensed that his own fortune was changing, with some of it gradually disappearing.

The Three Pure Ones have become the Two Pure Ones, no longer worthy of bearing the fortune of the Three Pure Ones, and Tongtian no longer needs the Three Pure Ones as its foundation.

Therefore, this good fortune dissipated directly.

"Tongtian, what are you doing!"

"My luck!"

Yuanshi was completely dumbfounded; he had never felt any benefit from having good fortune before.

Now that his luck is waning, he has a feeling of being on the verge of collapse.

Luck is ethereal and intangible, and it may seem useless to talk about it, but the fact that they have reached this point with the cultivation of the peak of the Great Luo realm means that every step they have taken has been aided by luck.

The loss of their luck won't immediately bring them any misfortune, but they will definitely feel uncomfortable and their sense of security will decrease.

There will be more unexpected events in the future.

Laozi, who had been keeping his eyes slightly closed and didn't care much, also opened them.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he looked at Tongtian.

He cared most about himself, and he never expected that separating from Tongtian would affect him so much.

Damn.

"Why bother trying to reach the heavens?"

Lao Tzu sighed. If he could, he would really like to get rid of Tongtian right now.

"Haha, hahaha, why don't you ask yourself that question?"

Seeing that Laozi was heartbroken over his bad luck, yet pretended to be indifferent, Tongtian burst into laughter.

In some ways, Lao Tzu is even more detestable than Yuan Shi.

Most importantly, at the same time that Tongtian lost the fortune of the Three Pure Ones, Tongtian vaguely sensed that his fortune was connected with that of Buzhou Mountain.

Although it's not obvious, it feels so substantial and gives people a great sense of security.

"You'd better watch yourselves!"

Tongtian, along with Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi, disappeared without a trace.

Yuanshi and Laozi's faces turned ashen.

"Tsk tsk."

The twelve Ancestral Witches looked at the two of them and shook their heads in mockery.

"roll!"

Zhu Rong threw a punch.

Chaos, Purple Cloud Palace.

Hongjun, who was in the process of attaining enlightenment, frowned deeply.

He did not want to merge with the Dao, because once he did, he would become a complete puppet of the Heavenly Dao.

But this is the price Heaven paid for helping him attain enlightenment, so he delayed his progress in merging with the Dao, hoping to find a better way.

At that moment, the fortunes of heaven and earth changed.

The events that occurred at Buzhou Mountain were transmitted to Hongjun's mind through the Heavenly Dao.

"What! The Three Pure Ones have split up ahead of schedule?"

Hongjun detached himself from the state of merging with the Dao and looked towards Mount Buzhou.

There were two places there that he could not see.

"waste."

Hongjun cursed at Laozi and Yuanshi, who had just been expelled from Buzhou Mountain.

"variable!"

"Qingyi".

Hongjun knew that Qingyi must have done something to get involved.

"The innate saints also went to Buzhou Mountain immediately after the sermon ended. Perhaps it was Qingyi's doing that those innate saints broke through to the peak of the Great Luo realm before."

"However, the general trend can be changed, but the minor trend cannot."

Hongjun's gaze swept across the entire prehistoric world.

"The Three Pure Ones were originally destined to separate; it's just a bit early now, which I can accept."

"As for the realm of innate divinity, even if Qingyi knew the laws of proving the Dao, he couldn't go through it, so there's no need to worry at all."

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"However, the conflict between the Lich and the Lich race has been delayed so far."

Having seen through Qingyi's plan, Hongjun was no longer worried.

It's just a minor matter; it can be changed easily. He himself didn't make Jieyin a saint.

"The Witch Clan has Qingyi, and I still want to give the Demon Clan a push."

Hongjun looked at Dijun and Taiyi, who were gathering the demon race in the prehistoric world.

With a flick of his fingers, the arrangements were made.

Inside the Pangu Mausoleum, Qing Yi, who was in seclusion, suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the starry sky.

On the vast, desolate land, Di Jun and Tai Yi, with a powerful demon clan gathered behind them, suddenly stopped in their tracks.

"Brother, I sense that an opportunity for us is about to be born."

Taiyi clutched his chest, having never felt such a strong sensation before.

Even the top-grade spiritual treasure gourd in his hand didn't react that violently back then.

What kind of treasure must have been born?

"I felt that too."

Di Jun's face flushed with excitement.

"Let's go!"

Di Jun and Tai Yi, along with a group of powerful demons, soared into the sky.

Boom~~

The sky above the primordial wilderness was originally a void, filled with chaotic energy.

At this moment, it was as if a singularity had exploded, with tremendous force, and a powerful pressure swept across the entire primordial world.

This attracted the attention of all living beings in the primordial world.

The primordial sky did not become thicker, but it gave birth to the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Its spiritual energy is richer than that of the primordial land.

Auspicious clouds drifted, golden flowers fell in profusion, each heaven was a different world.

"Haha! Headquarters! From now on, this will be the headquarters of my demon race!"

Di Jun and Tai Yi led the powerful demons to occupy the Thirty-Three Heavens.

Standing atop the Thirty-Three Heavens, overlooking the primordial continent.

Emperor Jun felt a surge of heroic spirit and looked towards Mount Buzhou, which still seemed to stretch endlessly.

The Wu tribe has Mount Buzhou, and the Yao tribe has the Thirty-Three Heavens.

"These thirty-three heavens are the territory of my demon race!"

As Di Jun announced to all living beings in the primordial world, the destiny of an emperor is connected to the thirty-three heavens.

As the fortunes of the demon race increased, the strength of Emperor Jun and Taiyi also grew.

The two brothers exchanged a glance.

"From this day forward, we, Emperor Jun and Taiyi, establish the Demon Court. All demon races of the primordial world are welcome to come and submit!"

After saying that, the two looked at the powerful demon behind them.

"Today, here and now, we hereby bestow titles upon the Ten Marshals of the Demon Court!"

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The fortune that had become unstable due to its dramatic increase began to stabilize after Emperor Jun's investiture.

The return of the ten marshals brought them considerable benefits.

The Demon Court was officially established.

"Three thousand years later, the Demon Court will hold a banquet; all those with the destiny are welcome to attend!"

Emperor Jun, full of vigor, made his announcement to all living beings in the primordial world, causing a great uproar.

In the eyes of over 99% of the beings in the primordial world, Di Jun belonged to the very top small group of powerful beings.

They are allowed to attend such a grand banquet?

"Let's go together, I want to join the demon race!"

"Me too!"

All living beings began to think of ways to ascend to heaven.

Three thousand years may seem like a short time, but for beings with low strength, it might not even be enough time to travel.

Besides these ordinary beings, a host of powerful beings also began to prepare.

"Fellow Daoist Di Jun, you've beaten me to it again. Very well, I'll just have a taste of your feast first, and invite you back when I have more power."

Above the East Sea, the Eastern King Duke gazed at the sky and sighed.

"We must attend Fellow Daoist Dijun's joyous occasion. Brother Zhen Yuanzi, could you perhaps provide me with some ginseng fruit as a congratulatory gift?"

"If you take the ginseng fruit, what am I supposed to take?"

Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi were also thinking about what kind of gift to give.

"Tsk, this is troublesome, but at my speed, it shouldn't take too much time."

In Beihai, Kunpeng, who was just about to lie low, was a little dissatisfied.

He disliked these kinds of occasions, but it didn't seem right not to go, since everyone there was so familiar with him.

At this moment, a figure appeared above the sea of ​​blood, looking towards the Kunpeng.

"Fellow Daoist Kunpeng, shall we join you?"

The Styx River extended an invitation to Kunpeng.