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

The East China Sea is vast and boundless, its waves shimmering.

One by one, the dragon heads emerged from the water, and upon seeing the three people standing on the clouds, they shuddered. Seeing the five hundred spirit officials behind them, they dared not utter a sound, and even their underwater dragon bodies dared not move.

A dragon, seeing that something big was about to happen, swam directly towards the Crystal Palace. The three princes and princesses had to report to the ancestor upon their arrival.

"This is the first time I've ever seen the Purple Mansion State," Xuan Tian said expressionlessly, dressed in a purple star robe.

The Purple Mansion Continent spans hundreds of millions of miles in size, with undulating mountains and hills. It is not made of ordinary soil and stone, but is formed from pure Yang jade rocks, and thousands of streams are formed by the confluence of innate spiritual springs.

The land is perpetually shrouded in purple mist and shimmering with rosy light. There is no fierce or murderous aura, only a gentle and warm yang energy. From afar, the entire continent seems to be enveloped in a layer of pale purple-gold mist. Auspicious cranes and blue phoenixes fly across the sky, and the outlines of continuous palaces are faintly visible deep within the mist.

"The Crown Prince was born too late and rarely came to the East Sea, so naturally he never saw the prosperous Zifu Prefecture."

An aged voice suddenly rang out, as if flowing from the distant river of time. An old man carrying a magic lamp quietly appeared in front of the three. Although his hair and beard were all white, he was still vigorous.

The three were startled and quickly bowed, saying, "Greetings, Sage Zhulong."

Zhulong chuckled, supporting the three of them without revealing any of his strength: "No need for formalities."

He looked at the three of them, then at the fearful Taoist priest in Zifu Prefecture, and gently shook his head.

Longji looked around Zifu Prefecture, curiosity flashing in his eyes: "I have only been to Zifu Prefecture once or twice on my way to and from the Three Immortal Islands, and it is far from being as miraculous as it is now."

Bo Huang chuckled: "The Three Immortal Islands are Father Emperor's Daoist temple, but the Ten Continents are scattered throughout the four seas. Among them, the Purple Mansion Continent is the most mysterious. I and Zhong Lang traveled to the Sun Star and set foot there quite a few times."

"The pure sunlight shines so brightly now because its former owner has returned!"

"The Crown Prince is right." A complex look flashed in Zhulong's eyes. "This Zifu Prefecture was originally the Daoist temple of the Eastern King Duke. When he was suppressed and killed by Dijun and Taiyi, Zifu Prefecture became a place where the demon race stationed their troops. Later..."

Bo Huang remained unmoved: "The sage speaks frankly; this matter has nothing to do with me."

Zhulong nodded: "After His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor ascended the throne, he did not wish to compete with the beings of the Three Realms for opportunities. He did not claim Zifu Prefecture for himself, but instead issued an imperial edict that Zifu Prefecture could be used as a place for wandering immortals in the primordial world to reside."

"Father, you are so virtuous." Xuan Tian sighed. Zi Fu Zhou was also a blessed land. Such a place was very rare in the prehistoric world. As a gathering place for scattered immortals, everyone from the Great Luo Golden Immortal to the Heavenly Immortal could cultivate there.

"Is the Crown Prince here today to capture the Eastern King Duke?" Zhulong asked curiously. Xuan Tian had even brought his five hundred spirit officials, so he must be the center of attention.

He glanced at the Golden Cannon Daoist on Zifu Continent. "Fellow Daoist, it's been a long time!"

Xuan Tian's expression froze for a moment, while Long Ji smiled lightly, "The sage has not shown his face for ten thousand years, focusing solely on his cultivation in the East Sea. No wonder he is unaware of this matter."

"Oh, this old man would like to hear the details." Zhulong's eyes lit up; there was something interesting to hear!

"Grandmaster Taiqing felt that the Taoist sect was flourishing and wanted to establish the Eight Immortals to spread its ideas. So he obtained the soul of the Eastern King Duke and the pure Yang origin from the Emperor and took him as a disciple, making him the leader of the Eight Immortals. After all, he was the leader of the male immortals established by the Grandmaster and had the potential to become a Primordial Immortal."

Zhulong nodded. They all knew about what happened at Zixiao Palace back then, and looking at the current situation, he understood somewhat.

"Did the Eastern King Duke refuse?"

"That's not all!" Xuan Tian sneered.

"Does he still want to rebel?" Zhulong's eyes widened. The cultivation of the Supreme Saint was second only to the Heavenly Emperor. Even the Heavenly Empress was no match for him without the help of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation.

Just as Xuan Tian was about to speak, Zhu Long suddenly turned to look at Zi Fu Zhou: "No, with the Eastern King's brains, he might very well be capable of doing such a thing."

"Does the sage know him well?" Xuan Tian asked in surprise.

"I've had contact with him a few times." Zhulong sneered. "After all, he once listened to the Dao at Zixiao Palace. After receiving the Dao Ancestor's decree, he became extremely arrogant. He really thought that having the title of the head of male immortals would allow him to roam freely throughout the prehistoric world."

Long Ji's expression was subtle. In the primordial world, strength was ultimately paramount, unless one had an extraordinary background.

Given the favoritism of the Grandmaster, besides the Emperor and Empress, the only other suitable disciple would be the Three Pure Ones. How could the Eastern King Duke possibly be chosen?

"At that time, my dragon clan secretly submitted to His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor, and the Eastern King Duke established a celestial court in Zifu Prefecture, calling himself the Celestial Emperor."

"Ha!" Longji and the other two sneered in unison. Zhulong couldn't help but laugh out loud, "So when you juniors were born, the prehistoric world was already much more peaceful."

"Oh, you don't count." Zhulong glanced at Bo Huang, who was born quite early.

Bo Huang was speechless. When he and his brother were born, they were also immature. He had heard his mother talk about the ten suns that had crossed the sky. If their father hadn't discovered it, they might have committed countless atrocities.

"Dongwanggong once ordered my dragon clan to submit to the Celestial Court. I was no match for the Celestial Court at that time, and it was His Majesty's benevolent corpse that stopped him." Zhulong sighed. "After Dongwanggong was defeated by His Majesty, Dijun and Taiyi arrived."

"He was killed by the Star Array, his original soul was seized by His Majesty, and his personal treasures were also divided up. The Jingyang Bell in the Crown Prince's possession is the Eastern King Duke's companion treasure."

Xuan Tian suddenly realized, "Is there really such a cause and effect?"

Bo Huang was taken aback, and took out a sword burning with pure Yang true fire: "Is this one too?"

"His Majesty has bestowed this upon you." Zhulong was surprised. "The Crown Prince is indeed highly regarded by His Majesty."

"So, my coming here is also due to karmic connections," Bo Huang murmured. He had only come with Xuan Tian because he found it interesting, and this sword was a gift from his father ten thousand years ago.

"That's not all. The dragon-headed golden cane in His Majesty's hand, and the Immortal-Hiding Map called the Ten Thousand Immortals Array by Fellow Daoist Tongtian, also belong to the Eastern King Duke." A female voice came over, and the void rippled as a woman in plain white clothes appeared from the space riding a blue phoenix.

"I have met the sage."

"There's no need for such formalities, you three." The Queen Mother of the West looked somewhat sorrowful. "I've come here to see the King of the East off on his journey."

She looked at the many scattered immortals gathered together in Zifu Prefecture, except for the Eastern King Duke, who was all alone. His expression was ferocious, and his eyes were filled with resentment. His gaze swept over the Jingyang Bell and the Pure Yang Sword, and finally settled on her.

Upon hearing her words, the Eastern King's face turned deathly pale.

Zhulong's eyes flickered: "What do you mean, fellow Daoist?"

Xuan Tian held up the Jingyang Bell, his Zhenwu Sword pointing horizontally: "He is unwilling to be Master's nominal disciple. He relies on his noble status and demands that Master obtain the title of Donghua Emperor for him before he will be willing to become Master's disciple. He also wants to be the vice leader of the Human Sect, just like Fellow Daoist Randeng did back then."

"Moreover, the other seven immortals must be chosen by him and obey his orders."

Zhulong's lips twitched. "Just a few dishes, and you're already this drunk!"

"By order of our master, slay the Eastern King Duke!"

The five hundred spirit officials behind him stepped forward in unison, forming a battle formation. The tortoise and snake generals roared, exuding a power no less than that of a quasi-saint great supernatural being.

The Queen Mother of the West sighed softly. Even if the King of the East were reincarnated, he still couldn't change his nature. He had cultivated for ten thousand years to reach the peak of the Great Luo realm, and with the Three Pure Ones as his backer, he should have had a better future.

He dared to make such outrageous demands, proposing so many absurd conditions. He was truly courting death. If these people had arrived any later, given his personality, he probably would have driven away all the immortals of Zifu Prefecture.

After being killed by Crown Prince Xuantian, even if Fellow Daoist Taiqing wanted to use the Pure Yang Origin again, it's unlikely he would regain his memories.

From this day forward, the former leader of male immortals, Dong Wanggong, will completely disappear from the primordial world.

Seeing that the Xuan Tian Sword had locked onto the Eastern King Duke, the Western Queen Mother slowly closed her eyes. "Fellow Daoist, farewell!"

But instead of a scream, Zhulong's voice rang in their ears: "Wait!"