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

Kunlun Mountain.

Looking at Xuanyuan, who had already reached the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, Guang Chengzi couldn't help but sigh that he truly deserved to be called the Heavenly Emperor, with such prosperous fortune that he was cultivating even faster than them, the disciples of the sages.

Xuanyuan subdued the Xuanyuan Sword that flew out of Yuxu Palace. He was excited. Guangchengzi gave him a few words of advice and then sent him down the mountain.

As he looked at Xuanyuan's back, recalling that night with humans eighteen years ago, his heart still trembled.

"Disciple, prepare your fellow disciples." Yuanshi's voice came from Yuxu Palace. Guangchengzi bowed and then rang the golden bell.

……

Jiuli tribe.

Chi You, exuding a murderous aura, looked at the eighty-one brothers gathered around him, as well as the great shamans such as Feng Bo, Yu Shi, Jiu Feng, Xing Tian, ​​and Kua Fu.

"Brother Chi You, the Queen has already issued a decree. Do we really have to do this?" Xing Tian asked in a deep voice, holding a shield in his hand and carrying an axe on his shoulder.

Chi You snorted, "Since he has been reincarnated, we must fight for him. I refuse to believe he is the chosen one!"

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

The numerous witches roared in unison. Xing Tian's eyes flashed with helplessness. As a fellow witch, he knew his brothers' temperament best; they wouldn't turn back until they hit a wall.

Kuafu said in a deep voice, "You are fighting for the Human Emperor for our Wu Clan, so we will lend you a hand. But you must not be disrespectful to that Heavenly Emperor."

Chi You sneered, "You really are afraid of him!"

Jiufeng frowned and shouted, "Chi You, do not be rude! The Empress has also said that the Heavenly Emperor should not be provoked lightly."

Chi You's expression darkened. Jiu Feng was the younger sister of the Ancestral Witch Qiang Liang. Currently, apart from Hou Yi, who was breaking through to the Ancestral Witch realm, she held the highest position among the Witch Clan.

Xing Tian nodded in agreement: "We are willing to fight alongside you for the sake of the Wu Clan, but if you are vying for the throne of the Human Emperor, you must not massacre the human race. Otherwise, the two emperors of Heaven and Earth will never agree to your attainment of the Dao."

"I understand about this matter." Chi You's eyes darkened. These brothers had forgotten the glory of their father god Pangu. Their Wu tribe should have been the most noble race in the prehistoric world.

……

Youxiong tribe.

Xuanyuan, now grown up, has become the leader of the tribe, leading the human race to conquer one tribe after another and integrate them into the human race.

Unlike the former Heavenly and Earthly Sovereigns who were merely nominally revered as rulers, they were united in submission.

Xuanyuan also forged weapons and invented boats, carts, compass carts, bows and arrows, which improved the human race's travel, defense, and living conditions, and enhanced the human race's combat power.

Soon, the human race merged into one.

He formally established a hundred officials and set up regulations and order. His wife, Leizu, raised silkworms and reeled silk, enabling people to make clothes and say goodbye to animal skins.

Another concubine, Tongyu, inherited Yaoji's skills and taught the human race how to cook food with fire, roast meat on stone slabs, and even invented chopsticks. She was known as the God of Food.

After decades of preparation, a tribulation of lightning descended from the void. An old human looked up at the void, amidst the rumbling of thunder. With the help of Xuanyuan and other great human sages, Cangjie finally created the human script.

From then on, the human race officially had a lineage, the human race's fortune became more concentrated, and human civilization rose to prominence.

Meanwhile, Xuanyuan also prepared his troops and instructed his generals Feng Hou, Li Mu, and others to watch the Jiuli tribe from afar.

……

Longde Palace.

Yaochi looked at the grim atmosphere reflected in the Haotian Mirror and her gaze suddenly sharpened: "Xuan Nu, one of the Queen Mother of the West's people."

Haotian rested his chin on his hand, looked at Yaochi with a frown and smiled, "That's right, Fellow Daoist west Wangmu is not one to be outdone either."

"So this is the authority you were talking about, Senior Brother." Yaochi sneered. "Very well, the Eastern King has already fallen, Senior Brother is the head of the male immortals, and I am now the Heavenly Empress, so it is only natural that the position of head of the female immortals should be reclaimed."

The Mystic Maiden in the Mirror taught Xuanyuan military strategy, and Xuanyuan and others created the compass chariot, so that they would not get lost even in the fog created by the Wu tribe in Zhuolu.

The daughter of Xuanyuan, Hanba, the dragon clan's Yinglong, the twelve golden immortals of the Chan sect, and the heavenly court's Kong Xuan, Jinpeng, and Yaoji all came to help. The great witch of the witch clan was no less formidable, and even the twelve golden immortals found it difficult to withstand them, since they had not yet broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal level.

Watching the human race and the Jiuli witches engage in battle after battle, with casualties on both sides, Yaochi remained calm: "This human emperor's killing prowess is such that he will likely be the most powerful among the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors in the future."

"The Human Emperor is in charge of expansion, so it should be done this way," Haotian said calmly. "He has also experienced many battles, large and small, to unite the human race. Each of the Three Emperors has their own responsibilities. After he returns to his position, the human race's fortune should be stabilized."

"This formation..." Yaochi's gaze suddenly froze as she watched Chi You and the sorcerers set up a great formation in Zhuolu. The aura of war and slaughter mixed with the turbid and evil energy of heaven and earth continued to gather, and the red and black aura permeated the entire world.

Haotian straightened up and laughed loudly: "As expected of the great shaman whom Dijiang and the others have high hopes for, Xuanyuan is in trouble."

"They've already surpassed the Great Luo Golden Immortal level." Yao Ji frowned. "Isn't Senior Brother going to do anything about it?"

"Of course we must manage it." Haotian waved his sleeve, and from the Mingguang Palace, one great sun after another flew out of the South Heavenly Gate and rushed towards the human world.

"Senior brother really loves to stir up trouble." Yaochi was stunned, somewhat speechless.

Haotian raised an eyebrow: "It's time to make up for the three wars between the Lich King and the Demon King."

Suddenly, the stars in the heavens began to twinkle, and streams of star power descended continuously, passing through the Thirty-Three Heavens and falling towards the land of Zhuolu.

……

"Master, is there any way?" Xuanyuan looked at the Jiuli army opposite him and was shocked. With such great power, sending the human army there would be suicide.

Guang Chengzi shook his head with a grim expression, glancing to the side: "Does the Vice Master have a good plan?"

Ran Deng, with his air of otherworldly grace, now wore a solemn expression: "This humble Taoist is also helpless. That great shaman Chi You just said that this formation is called the Nine Nether Profound Yin Formation, but this humble Taoist feels..."

"What do you feel?" the other Golden Immortals asked impatiently.

"This formation is vaguely related to the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation of the Witch Clan." Ran Deng uttered these words, his face turning deathly pale.

"What!" Guang Chengzi exclaimed in shock. That was a formation that could rival even a sage!

"Fellow Daoist is indeed knowledgeable," Kong Xuan praised. "Look at the flags those shamans are holding. They all depict the true forms of the Ancestral Shamans. They use these flags to draw upon the power of the Ancestral Shamans. Although they are not as powerful as the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, when used at full strength, they can still suppress Quasi-Saints."

Guang Chengzi and the others looked ashen-faced. Not to mention them, there wasn't a single Quasi-Saint Great Supernatural Power among the four major sects of Xuanmen.

"Can the Heavenly Court help?" Randeng looked at Kong Xuan hopefully, while Jinpeng stood calmly to the side, and Yaoji and Xuan Nu talked with smiles on their faces.

Kong Xuan glanced at him: "Fellow Daoist Ran Deng wants the Heavenly Court to send a Quasi-Saint? Senior Kunpeng or Heavenly Chancellor Bai Ze, or if all else fails, how about the Heavenly Emperor and Heavenly Empress?"

Randeng immediately shut his mouth. The moment the Quasi-Saint Great Divine Power appeared, the meaning of this war changed. If they used their power to intimidate others, who knew that the Twelve Ancestral Witches wouldn't come out of the Pangu Palace?

Moreover, the Heavenly Emperor and Empress are of equal esteem to all the saints; apart from the saints, who else could persuade them to serve?

"唳——"

The sound of piercing clouds and splitting rocks came from the sky, and the earth suddenly became scorching hot. Even the mist permeating the Nine Nether Profound Yin Array was dispelled, and the void instantly became bright.

Kong Xuan looked up in shock: "Why are they here!"