Primordial Era: The Sun Emperor

Deep within the chaos, in the Purple Cloud Palace.

"Phew~"

The moment Pangu departed, Hongjun exhaled a breath of turbid air.

He managed to save his life.

It's unclear whether Pangu was unwilling to attack him or simply didn't care.

In the end, Pangu departed.

Moreover, there's no going back.

"What a bunch of witches! They managed to create such a huge mess for me without a word!"

A flash of anger crossed Hongjun's eyes, and his heart was filled with rage.

He couldn't do anything to Pangu, nor could he do anything to Pangu.

Thus, the Wu tribe became the best outlet for their frustrations.

This was all orchestrated by the Wu Clan, and Hongjun almost perished because of it.

When Pangu gazed upon him, Hongjun truly sensed the difference between them.

Even though Pangu has long since perished, if Pangu really wanted to, the Heavenly Dao would definitely not hesitate to kill him and replace him with a new one.

The Great Way is fifty, and Heaven evolves to forty-nine.

One of them escaped.

The Way of Heaven is ultimately incomplete, and from the very bottom up, one will always think about making up for oneself.

It's like a supercomputer that automatically patches vulnerabilities.

But no matter how it operates, it can never fully recover itself.

"The Witch Clan is tyrannical and will only bring bloodshed to the primordial world. They are no longer suitable to rule the primordial world. The Witch Clan should be destroyed, and the Heavenly Court should also be destroyed. With the destruction of the three courts, the human race will be born."

Hongjun's mind was filled with calculations.

We must bring down all three Celestial Courts and make them weaken each other, just like the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans did in the past.

With the fall of the Three Courts, the human race shall rise.

Hongjun knew that as long as he did not conform to the Dao, even if he secretly provoked Taiyi, given his personality, he would most likely close the Heavenly Court directly, giving him no chance.

Therefore, we must first ignite a war between the Lich and the Demon races, and then get the Heavenly Court involved. Only in this way can we have a chance.

This requires first aligning oneself with the Dao and disregarding worldly affairs, only then will the three major forces fight each other relentlessly.

At that time, even if Hongjun doesn't intervene, the three major forces will fight tooth and nail to the death.

"The matter of attaining the Dao is imminent and cannot be delayed any longer."

A resolute glint flashed in Hongjun's eyes, and he immediately transmitted his voice to the Primordial World.

"My final sermon will begin ten thousand years from now. After the sermon ends, I will be united with the Heavenly Way."

The Daoist voice resounded throughout the primordial world, penetrating layers of space and countless great formations, reaching the minds of every living being.

Hongjun is about to merge with the Heavenly Dao.

This news was like a boulder thrown into a lake, creating a huge uproar in the vast wilderness.

After merging with the Dao, Hongjun became the Heavenly Dao, but the Heavenly Dao did not belong to Hongjun.

From then on, the sage would completely disappear into the background and no longer concern himself with the affairs of the primordial world.

The primordial world will enter a period of intense struggle for supremacy, and the current situation of one superpower and many strong powers will be broken.

The time that would have lasted ten thousand years will arrive in the blink of an eye.

In the Heavenly Court, Taiyi sat high in the Lingxiao Palace, his golden eyes slightly closed, his aura growing ever deeper.

Although ten thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye, he has still deepened his integration of his own Great Dao with the Heavenly Emperor's position.

The world embryo formed from that golden gourd has been nurtured in the Sun Star for ten thousand years. The small world has expanded from a radius of ten thousand miles to thirty thousand miles, and mountains and rivers have appeared, taking initial shape.

"This is the last time." Taiyi stood up, his golden eyes gazing towards the direction of chaos.

"The day I reign supreme over the primordial world is not far off!"

He led the Ziwei Emperor, the two beauties of Taiyin, Xihe and Changxi, along with 365 star lords of the Heavenly Court and other deities, on a grand journey to the Chaos.

The Chaos Bell hangs overhead, its melodious tolling clearing a golden path.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches still haven't made a move from the Divine Court's direction.

They do not cultivate their primordial spirit, so Hongjun's teachings are useless to them.

On the Celestial Court's side, the Eastern King Duke personally led the delegation, accompanied by the Western Queen Mother, with Fuxi, the Ten Great Demon Generals, and Celestial Lords of various races all coming out in full force.

Although the Celestial Court suffered a great loss at the hands of the Witch Clan, its vitality has gradually recovered.

The Eastern King Duke's face was gloomy, but there was a hint of expectation in his eyes. Hongjun's distribution of treasures was his last chance.

In the West, Jieyin and Zhunti walk side by side, their faces filled with piety.

Although the two had repeatedly failed in their attempts to seize the treasure, they never gave up listening to the teachings.

This was their last sermon, and they felt a subtle excitement, sensing that the day they would attain enlightenment was drawing ever closer.

Needless to say, the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa had already set off.

Various independent cultivators and powerful figures from all walks of life set off from every corner of the primordial world and converged on the Purple Cloud Palace deep within the chaos.

For a moment, the chaos was filled with dazzling light and color, creating a lively scene.

Guixu, north of the North Sea, north of the Northern Darkness, the far north abyss.

Endless darkness, utter silence.

Yet in the deepest, most desolate place, two lights flickered, one white and one black, reflecting each other.

The two goddesses were born from twin lotus flowers ten thousand years ago.

The one in white called himself Xuanzun, and the one in black called himself Mingzun.

The two were originally a sliver of life in the desolate void of Guixu. They were enlightened by Pangu and transformed into human form, reaching the perfect state of Great Luo Golden Immortal.

For thousands of years, they have cultivated in the Ruins of Return, absorbing the creative and destructive energy from the depths of the Ruins of Return to stabilize their realm.

"Sister, Hongjun is giving a sermon, shall we go?" The Underworld Lord's voice was clear and melodious, like the sound of a bell.

Xuanzun pondered for a moment, then said softly, "Go. Father God has enlightened us and helped us take human form. Hongjun is a Heavenly Saint who preaches the Dao in the primordial world. Such a grand event should not be missed."

The two women transformed into two streaks of light, one white and one black, soaring into the sky from the depths of the Ruins of Return, passing through layers of darkness, and flying towards the depths of chaos.

Guixu was too desolate, with no sign of life except for the two mentioned above.

That twin lotus flower has long since transformed into two women.

Outside the Zixiao Palace, there was a huge crowd.

There were more creatures this time than the previous two times.

Many independent cultivators who failed to enter on their first or second attempt also managed to squeeze into the palace gates this time.

The two attendants, Haotian and Yaochi, stood on either side, their expressions indifferent, as if they were used to such scenes.

When Taiyi arrived with the gods of Heaven, the crowd automatically parted to make way for him.

No one dared to directly confront the Heavenly Emperor's oppressive aura.

The Three Pure Ones were already waiting at the palace gate. Upon seeing Taiyi arrive, the Moral Celestial Venerable cupped his hands and smiled, saying, "Heavenly Emperor, how have you been?"

Taiyi returned the greeting: "Fellow Daoist, you are too kind."

Nuwa and Fuxi paid their respects to each other.

Fuxi's gaze toward Taiyi was somewhat complicated, but he quickly regained his composure.

On the other side, Dong Wanggong's face jumped when he saw this, but he didn't say anything.

In the primordial world, the one he hated most was Taiyi, and the one he feared most was also Taiyi.

Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi also came over and exchanged a few pleasantries.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out at the back of the crowd.

Two beams of light, one white and one black, descended and transformed into two stunningly beautiful goddesses.

The two women look alike, but their temperaments are completely different. Standing together, they are like the sun and moon shining brightly, a sight to behold.

"Whose fairy is this? She looks so unfamiliar."

"I don't recognize him. When did such a figure emerge in the primordial world?"

The gods were in an uproar.

Xuanzun and Mingzun ignored those gazes and walked straight toward the palace gate.

Their gazes swept across the crowd and suddenly landed on Taiyi.

Those golden eyes startled both women.

"Who is that...?" the Underworld Lord asked in a low voice.

Xuanzun shook his head: "I don't know, but the aura is very strong, stronger than anyone else present."

The two women didn't dare to look any longer and silently stood at the back of the crowd.