Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

"Haotian..." Yaochi raised her head anxiously. Although she had reached the late stage of Taiyi, she still had the mind of a child.

"Master and the others have gone out. They will be able to take me as their apprentice when they return." Haotian rubbed her head.

Yaochi blinked her big eyes: "And what about me?"

Haotian choked up, somewhat embarrassed. It seemed that Hongjun had no intention of taking Yaochi in. Yaochi was only at the late Taiyi stage and would need some time to break through to the Daluo Golden Immortal stage. However, with the start of the Great Tribulation, it was not a good time for her to cultivate.

Moreover, even if Yaochi breaks through, Hongjun might not accept her as a disciple. However, it would be good to have her as a nominal disciple!

"Even if the master doesn't take you in, I will still take care of you," Haotian patted his chest and assured her, and Yaochi immediately laughed.

Haotian sighed. Only he and Yaochi remained in the mountains. Unfortunately, his cultivation level was still too low, and he couldn't help in any way.

Thinking of the war between the three races, Rahu taking advantage of the chaos, and the fact that the four of them split into two groups, Haotian's expression changed slightly.

They probably never expected that Luo Hou possessed the powerful weapon, the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation. Otherwise, with two innate treasures and Yang Mei's peak cultivation as a Mixed Origin Golden Immortal, they would definitely have been able to hold him back.

Unfortunately, two of the four top experts were killed in one fell swoop, and Hongjun could only break the formation by using his Three Corpses Incarnation, which also destroyed the western land.

But these are things he cannot reveal. Previously, he used the Law of Water to conceal the Law of the Emperor, and these people noticed his extraordinary abilities. If he truly possessed a supreme treasure, it would probably have been discovered long ago.

This shows that these powerful beings who were able to thrive in the primordial world were by no means ordinary people.

But now, he can only wait for news in Yujing Mountain.

……

At this moment, the primordial land is engulfed in war, with countless races slaughtering each other. They are all subordinate to the three races of dragon, phoenix, and qilin.

As the great battle broke out, the attacks of cultivators at the Great Luo Golden Immortal level would spread to other areas. Moreover, the three races' divine beasts were enormous, and a single attack from them could cause the deaths of many cultivators.

In the Kunlun Mountains, the Three Pure Ones looked out of the mountains with solemn expressions; they were already cultivators at the peak of the Great Luo realm.

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, twelve tall cultivators exuded extraordinary aura and continuously absorbed the baleful energy generated on the battlefield, constantly improving their cultivation.

Not far from Buzhou Mountain, on a sacred mountain, a man and a woman, their auras intertwined, the man with a human body and a dragon's tail and the woman with a human body and a snake's tail, embodying yin and yang. Many divine beasts of various races in the mountain quietly prostrate themselves under this oppressive aura.

Divine light shimmered on the sun star, and bells tolled; in the land of blood, a red-robed Taoist priest bathed in the blood of countless races, his face filled with enjoyment…

One by one, the innate gods and demons either guarded the mountain gates or looked on with anticipation. Their auras were either Taiyi or Daluo, and they were all waiting for the end of these three powerful races.

In the center of the battlefield, Zulong fought Yuanfeng and Shiqilin alone. Some of his dragon scales fell off, and some were charred black by Nanming Li Huo. The other two were not much stronger either. All three leaders were seriously injured.

For them, killing the other two would mean unifying the primordial world, gathering all the fortune, and attaining the status of a Primordial Golden Immortal.

The portal suddenly opened, and the purple-robed elder appeared in the void. He was somewhat shaken by the shocking battle. These three were fighting with bloodshot eyes and their bodies were shrouded in murderous aura, as if their primordial spirits were obscured.

If he were to step forward to dissuade them, these three might attack him together.

Hongjun scanned the area below, his gaze momentarily halting. How could there be so many demonic runes on the ground? The blood of the three races and other races flowed along the demonic runes, and all the negative energy generated by the great battle was converging towards the west.

This place has almost become a wasteland, with withered vegetation and no other living beings besides the three races.

"Cease the fight!" Hongjun took out the Creation Jade Disc and poured all his magical power into it. At this moment, that vast will once again empowered it, and the ultimate pressure surged towards the three Ancestral Dragons. Their minds cleared for a moment, and they rushed towards Hongjun together.

"Damn it!" Hongjun pointed at the Jade Disc of Creation, and countless laws condensed into a whip of law, which lashed down straight down.

The Ancestral Dragon, the Primordial Phoenix, and the First Qilin cried out in pain and stopped in mid-air.

"How long are you going to keep this up? Look at the mess your three races have made." Hongjun's eyes were like ice. He pointed at the primordial land, where there were broken walls and ruins everywhere. Countless living beings had been affected and perished. Even the mountains and lakes of the primordial land had dried up and collapsed.

"Why did you suddenly attack?" Hongjun asked sternly. "Judging from the demonic patterns on the ground, are they related to you?"

The Ancestral Dragon's aura weakened, and his enormous dragon head shook repeatedly: "My Eighth Prince was killed by the Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan, which is why I sent out troops."

"You lewd dragon, it wasn't me who did it!" Yuan Feng cursed angrily.

"Our Qilin clan has never done such a thing," the First Qilin continued.

Hongjun's expression turned ugly for a moment. He looked coldly towards the west and said, "It's you again, Rahu."

When he returned to Jade Capital Mountain, he had explored the area and found that these demonic runes were not present. Now that the three races have suddenly started a war, it is inevitable that Rahu will instigate it.

"Stop fighting! Come with me to the West. You'll have to settle your own scores!" Hongjun said coldly, glancing at the three of them.

"Alright!" The three issued their orders, signaling their subordinates to cease fighting. Just as they were about to fly west, a powerful pressure suddenly appeared, causing Hongjun to change his expression. Where did Luo Hou get this innate treasure?

"Neither copper, nor iron, nor steel, it was once hidden beneath Mount Sumeru."

"Without reversing Yin and Yang, how can one lack the tempering of water and fire to hone one's sharpness?"

"Slaying immortals brings profit, killing immortals brings death, and trapping immortals brings forth red light everywhere."

"The transformations of the immortals are infinitely wondrous; even the blood of the great immortals stains their robes."

Like an ancient ballad slowly rising, it instantly reached the ears of Hongjun and the others. They watched as the murderous aura soared into the sky, mixed with the calamity's malevolent energy, and a great formation rose from the ground.

"Run!" Hongjun's expression changed drastically. Luo Hou was originally a killer, and with the blessing of the Great Tribulation and the possession of the Innate Treasure, Yangmei and the others would probably be no match for him!

The three of them, including Zulong, dared not delay and followed Hongjun westward. However, when they saw the Zhuxian Sword Formation standing on the western land, they couldn't help but gasp.

"Luo Hou, where is Fellow Daoist Yang Mei?" Hongjun shouted sternly.

"Of course they're going to die!" A voice filled with murderous intent rang out. A tall, black-clad man, his body shrouded in black aura, sat atop a twelfth-grade black lotus, giving a chilling, demonic laugh.

"Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, unleash ten thousand swords!" Luo Hou slammed his hand on the great formation, and two screams immediately rang out. Hongjun gritted his teeth, the sound of Yin and Yang and Heaven and Earth resonating.

A moment later, an old man in green robes escaped from the formation. His clothes were torn, and the ripped cuffs still carried traces of sword intent.

"Be careful, this formation is extremely powerful." Yang Mei's face was filled with sorrow. "Yin Yang and Qian Kun have already perished."

"Raise your eyebrows, there are some things about the laws of space!" Luo Hou's expression stiffened for a moment.