Primordial Era: The Sun Emperor

Taiyi took a giant step into chaos.

An endless surge of chaotic energy rushed in like a tide, disorderly and devouring everything.

However, Taiyi's body shone with a brilliant golden-white light, and the Solar Dao Domain suddenly unfolded.

That is the domain of his own Great Dao, the manifestation of the Great Dao of the Sun.

Wherever the Dao Domain extends, the chaotic energy melts away and dissipates like frost and snow under the blazing sun, transforming into a clear and bright realm.

Taiyi walked through the chaos as if he were a fish in water.

The sacred flames of the sun burned fiercely around him, not only unaffected by the chaos, but also using the chaotic energy as nourishment, becoming even brighter and more intense.

Emperor Ziwei followed closely behind, walking within the Sun Dao Domain, where the power that dispelled chaos also protected him.

Ziwei, who originally needed to expend a great deal of magical power to resist the chaotic energy with her innate spiritual treasure, was now walking on flat ground with a calm expression.

Ziwei sighed, "Your Majesty's power in the Dao Domain is truly incredible. Without Your Majesty's protection, even if I could traverse the Chaos, I would still have to lose 30% of my magical power."

Taiyi smiled slightly, his golden eyes gazing into the depths of chaos: "Let's go, don't keep others waiting."

The two walked one after the other through the chaos.

The Sun Domain is like a moving sun, clearing away chaos wherever it passes, leaving behind a golden path that lingers for a long time.

Only after the Daoist essence contained within it is eroded and worn away by the chaotic energy will it return to chaos.

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace.

Hongjun opened his eyes wide, his lips twitched, and he said, "Taiyi, this brat, truly has no shame!"

Clearly, he had already sensed the commotion inside the Taiyi Chaos Bell.

Originally, according to his plan, only Taiyi and Ziwei from Heaven were able to come, as they were the most important beings in Heaven.

Moreover, one is the Lord of the Sun and the other is the Lord of the Stars, both with deep roots and boundless fortune.

But now, Taiyi has brought all the people from Heaven at once.

What do you think Zixiao Palace is? Does it think just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can walk in?!

"That's enough, that's enough."

Hongjun sighed, and a purple light flashed, heading straight into the chaos to guide Taiyi on his way.

In the chaos, Taiyi and Ziwei traveled for an unknown amount of time before the chaos ahead suddenly thinned, and faint purple energy began to rise.

A majestic palace stands in the depths of chaos.

We've arrived at Zixiao Palace.

The palace was entirely purple-gold, towering over ten thousand feet high, seemingly fused with chaos yet transcending it.

The palace walls are engraved with countless innate Dao patterns, each exuding a profound and unfathomable Dao charm.

The palace gates were tightly closed, and there was no plaque above them, yet an invisible pressure emanated from them, inspiring awe.

Hundreds of innate deities had already gathered in front of the palace gates.

The Three Pure Ones stood side by side: the Moral Celestial Venerable closed his eyes to rest, the Primordial Celestial Venerable stood with his hands behind his back gazing into the distance, and the Spiritual Treasure Celestial Venerable looked around.

Nuwa and Fuxi stood together, talking in hushed tones.

Dijiang, Zhujiuyin, Zhurong, Gonggong, and other members of the Twelve Ancestral Witches gathered in one corner, exuding a fierce aura.

And then there was the Eastern King, holding a dragon-headed cane, standing in the center of the crowd, exuding an air of dominance over the world.

In addition, powerful figures such as Styx Ancestor, Kunpeng, Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, and west Wangmu each occupied a place, some sitting and some standing, each with a different expression.

The palace gates remained closed, and everyone could only wait.

Taiyi arrived in golden light, his solar domain receding, but the intense aura around him remained undiminished.

Golden eyes swept over the crowd, a slight smile playing on his lips.

His arrival instantly shattered the tranquility in front of the palace gates.

"Haha, who's here? Isn't this the Heavenly Emperor of the Primordial World!" someone shouted, and immediately dozens of eyes turned to look at them.

The first to step forward was Fuxi.

He cupped his hands and smiled, "This humble Taoist is Fuxi, greetings to Fellow Taoist Taiyi. I have not yet had the chance to offer my congratulations on the establishment of the Heavenly Court, and I hope you will not take offense."

Nuwa nodded slightly, her smile gentle: "The arrival of the Heavenly Emperor himself makes this trip even more interesting."

Holding the Earth Book, Zhen Yuanzi stepped forward and greeted him, saying, "I am Zhen Yuanzi, and I have long admired your illustrious reputation."

Hongyun followed closely behind, smiling as he said, "Hongyun greets fellow Daoist. If you have some free time in the future, you are welcome to visit Fire Cloud Cave."

Taiyi smiled and returned the greetings, responding to each of the people.

However, not everyone gives them face.

The Eastern King Duke stood still, snorted coldly, slammed his dragon-headed cane on the ground, and said in a sarcastic tone, "Some people don't even know who they are, putting on airs in Zixiao Palace. Don't they know what kind of place this is? Daring to act arrogantly in front of a sage's gate?"

As soon as he finished speaking, several low laughs came from the crowd.

The Styx Ancestor, cradling the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords, leaned against a chaotic stone pillar, chuckled softly, but dared not say anything.

Upon hearing this, he glanced at the Eastern King Duke, eager to see what would happen.

Zhu Rong was even more direct, striding forward, flames surging around her, pointing at Taiyi: "You're that Taiyi? You dare call yourself the Heavenly Emperor? Do you dare to fight me!"

Gonggong followed closely behind, angrily shouting, "Heavenly Emperor? We, the direct descendants of our Father God and the true lineage of Pangu, have never dared to be so presumptuous, yet you dare to call yourself the Heavenly Emperor!"

Dijiang didn't speak, but just stared coldly at Taiyi, his gaze like a knife.

Taiyi stood in the center of the crowd, his golden eyes sweeping over the cold-eyed and provocative individuals, his smile unchanged, as if he were looking at a group of clowns.

Seeing that no one else was saying anything more, he sneered, "Finished barking, huh?"

Zhu Rong was taken aback, then flew into a rage: "You..."

Taiyi raised his eyes, and golden-white light burst forth from the depths of his eyes. The Sun Dao Domain trembled violently, and the intense pressure pressed down on Zhurong like the sky collapsing.

Zhu Rong's expression changed, and he was actually forced back a step by the oppressive aura.

He felt uncomfortable all over in the Dao Domain. Even though he was a patriarchal witch, he was constantly being assaulted by the Dao energy of the sun.

"I am the Heavenly Emperor. If you are not convinced, you may enter the Chaos for a battle. I wonder if you dare?" Taiyi's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

These words enraged everyone.

Seeing that he had taken a step back, Zhu Rong felt utterly humiliated and ashamed. He rose and flew into the chaos, roaring, "Taiyi! Do you dare to fight!"

Taiyi smiled calmly, took a step forward, and entered the chaos. He stood with his hands behind his back, his golden eyes looking at the crowd before Zixiao Palace, and chuckled, "Anyone else who is dissatisfied, come forward, and I will deal with them all at once!"

"Arrogant!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Rong flew into a rage and, disregarding whether Taiyi was prepared, manifested his true form.

While bystanders were furious upon hearing this, they wouldn't actually rush forward and beat him up in front of everyone.

That really means no more dough.

From the chaos, a colossal figure, ten thousand feet tall, rose from the ground, its entire body crimson and engulfed in raging demonic flames.

He had the head of an animal and the body of a human, covered in red scales, with fire snakes piercing his ears and a fire dragon under his feet; he was the true form of Zhu Rong, the ancestral god of fire.

That demonic fire was extraordinary; it was an innate fire transformed from the Great Dao of Fire. Although it was not as domineering as the Holy Flame of the Sun, it was still extremely intense, enough to burn mountains and boil seas.

"Taiichi! Prepare to die!"

Zhu Rong roared and threw a punch. The fist wind was wrapped with endless demonic fire, and it hit Taiyi like a meteor falling to the ground.

Taiyi stood with his hands behind his back, his golden eyes indifferent, not even moving.

When the punch landed about ten feet in front of him, the Solar Domain automatically activated, and a golden sun appeared out of thin air, forcefully blocking Zhu Rong's fist force.

The demonic fire collided with the holy flames of the sun, unleashing a deafening roar that sent chaotic energy flying in all directions.

"this one?"

Taiyi chuckled and casually patted the table.

This seemingly casual palm strike was actually the culmination of the Great Dao of the Sun.

A giant golden hand formed from the sacred flames of the sun appeared out of thin air, blotting out the sky, and slammed down on the true form of the Ancestral Witch Zhurong.

Zhu Rong roared and swung his fist to meet the attack; their fists and palms collided, and chaos exploded.

boom--

Zhu Rong's towering body was sent flying by a single palm strike, tumbling through the chaos for countless miles, shattering countless chaotic bubbles before finally regaining its footing.

He looked down and saw that his supposedly invincible Ancestral Witch form had been branded with a charred palm print, the demonic fire was dimmed, and the scales were shattered.

"impossible!"

Zhu Rong was filled with shock and anger. He was formed from the essence of Pangu's blood, and his physical strength was among the strongest in the prehistoric world.

How could Taiyi injure him so badly with a casual palm strike?

Taiyi stopped, stood with his hands behind his back, his golden eyes showing neither sorrow nor joy, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

"The Ancestral God of Fire is nothing special."

He raised his eyes, his gaze passing over Zhu Rong, and looked at the crowd watching in front of Zixiao Palace. His voice was clear and resonant, echoing before the palace:

"Anyone else who disagrees, come forward and I'll take them all on!"