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

A golden figure stood in the void. The three thousand laws receded, and the purple aura on his body also dissipated with the wind. Haotian's face was somewhat pale. He looked at his fair fingers, and the corners of his mouth gradually turned up.

"Disciple thanks Master for his help." The void was calm, the space and the sea were still frozen, but a gentle breeze blew across his face, as if Hongjun was responding.

It was indeed Hongjun who used the laws to help him kill the Xuan Turtle. As for the mark in his sea of ​​consciousness, it protected his physical body and prevented it from collapsing after being empowered by the laws.

Haotian's eyes were filled with emotion. This time, it was his master from Zixiao Palace who truly took action, gathering the three thousand laws on him and letting him experience the fusion of the three thousand laws in one strike. This was the strike that Hongjun had comprehended from his Heavenly Heart Finger, the one that determined the outcome of his battle with Yangmei!

Haotian now understood his master's intention. His Heavenly Heart Finger could only strike once. After mobilizing the power of the Heavenly Dao, he would have no strength left to strike again, regardless of whether the opponent perished or not.

Therefore, the Heavenly Heart Finger could only ever be a trump card, while this fusion of laws power was a divine ability that his master had personally taught him, and he had also comprehended several laws.

Even if it's not as powerful as Master Hongjun's Three Thousand Laws Strike, after fusing numerous laws, this divine power, though not as strong as the Heavenly Heart Finger, is still more powerful than the Golden Words.

Haotian took a deep breath, circulated his internal energy cultivation technique, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth continuously entered his body and was refined by him. Only then did his complexion regain its rosy hue, and with his movements, the surrounding spiritual energy began to flow again.

As a result, the spatial confinement was lifted, and the North Sea began to shake. The Xuan Turtle stretched out its limbs, its head still standing tall, as if it were still alive. Its face showed a look of fear, but its eyes had lost their luster.

He reached out and grabbed the Northern Flag on the tortoise shell. Its spiritual light was dim, as it had been damaged by the finger strike that his master had used to help him. Fortunately, its essence was not damaged and it would recover after ten thousand years of nurturing.

Seeing the Xuan Turtle still floating in the North Sea, Haotian paused for a moment. If Mount Buzhou were to collapse in the future, he could save his senior brother Tongtian from having to do something.

No, the Black Tortoise had already perished beforehand, so there was no need for Mount Buzhou to collapse!

Since his fate can be changed and the Xuan Turtle has already embarked on its journey, there's no reason why others won't undergo other changes. Since he's going to be the only Heavenly Emperor, his subjects should naturally be as powerful as possible. Why should he, like in his previous life, tear the prehistoric world apart again?

The cultivators of the primordial era were weak, and the Heavenly Court's fortune wouldn't be very strong either.

Haotian's eyes flashed with divine light; it seemed his plans needed to be changed.

A beam of white light descended from the auspicious clouds, making the willow branches in the jade bottle even greener and more vibrant. Haotian's fingertips shimmered with silver light as he infused the laws of space into a willow leaf, watching as the space here grew larger and larger.

The Xuan Turtle's physical body was simply too enormous. If the North Sea was ten, the Xuan Turtle alone occupied four. This was why its slightest movement could cause the death of countless lives.

Although he had grasped the laws of space, the space he created in his sleeve was still insufficient to contain such a colossal object.

The Xuan Turtle's corpse was swallowed by the willow leaves, and the surrounding seawater immediately rushed in, causing the sea surface to tremble again. A golden light flashed on Haotian's body, and the Emperor's Law appeared: "I say: The seawater returns to its place, and the wind and waves subside!"

He channeled all his magical power, and the power of the laws, along with the Emperor's will, spread throughout the North Sea. Seawater began to pour into the deep pit where the Xuan Turtle had disappeared, but the surface of the sea remained undisturbed, with only the sound of gurgling water.

"Buzz—"

Above the North Sea, a golden light suddenly appeared in the void, and golden clouds of merit gathered and slowly drifted down onto Haotian. This was more merit than any he had ever received before.

The Xuan Turtle was truly burdened with immense karma, not to mention that the spiritual energy it inhaled and exhaled in a single day surpassed that of millions of cultivators. Killing it would be a relief for the world.

Haotian watched as the merit condensed into a golden wheel of merit behind his head. He didn't know how much merit the saints needed to establish their religions and become saints, but he knew he had received quite a lot.

With a wave of his sleeve, the sea returned to calm. Under the power of the Golden Word, not even a ripple appeared. Haotian looked tens of thousands of miles away, where two figures stood dumbfounded.

Upon meeting his gaze, Yu Jiang and Kun Peng quickly bowed, then their magical power surged, a grand formation appeared on their dojo, and they gradually disappeared into the North Sea.

Haotian chuckled as he watched them leave. The plain-colored cloud banner returned to his hand, and the barrier above the North Sea vanished instantly. As divine thoughts surged over, all that could be seen was a figure standing on a white lotus as he departed.

……

Stepping back into the primordial land, Haotian felt that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was much fresher. The water attribute of the North Sea was too heavy, making him feel somewhat uncomfortable. Fortunately, this trip was not in vain. Although he did not obtain any other innate spiritual treasures except for the Northern Profound Origin Water Control Flag, he did pick up three innate spiritual roots, all of which were unique to the North Sea, as well as quite a few other acquired spiritual roots.

Haotian smiled and walked across the primordial land in a good mood. He wondered if it was just his imagination, but he felt that there were far fewer creatures in the primordial land.

But why does the malevolent aura not diminish?

He stood in the void with some doubt. The primordial world was strangely calm, as if it had been silent for a long time and was about to unleash a powerful attack.

"Buzz—"

A jade talisman in his sleeve vibrated slightly, and Haotian's expression changed slightly. This was the one he left for Houtu. Immediately afterward, another white jade slip vibrated, with a red dot on it that was particularly noticeable—Yaochi!

Haotian infused his divine sense into the pillar, aiming directly at Buzhou Mountain. He looked up at the pillar, where countless figures seemed to be gathering.

He was enveloped in a layer of silver light, the laws of space covered his entire body, a willow branch appeared in his hand, he poured his magic power into it, and with a gentle flick, the spatial gate broke open directly, Haotian stepped in, and only a flash of silver light disappeared in the void.

Years later, a figure in golden robes appeared at the foot of Buzhou Mountain, looking at two women in palace attire standing below. One had a noble air about her and an air of elegance between her brows, while the other seemed to be one with the earth, subtly echoing Buzhou Mountain.

"Junior sister, you've emerged from seclusion." Haotian nodded to Houtu, his gaze fixed on Yaochi, who was already exuding the aura of a peak Great Luo Immortal.

"Senior Brother." Yaochi turned around and smiled gently, as if the whole world had brightened up. "After I came out of seclusion, I saw the message left by Senior Brother. I wandered around the prehistoric world and originally wanted to go back to Yujing Mountain first, but I didn't expect to run into Fellow Daoist Houtu."

Haotian looked at him strangely. "You two only developed a friendship while listening to the Dao at Zixiao Palace, how come you're acting like best friends?"

"What happened?" Haotian looked at Buzhou Mountain, which was calm. Apart from a few more cultivators coming up the mountain, there was nothing wrong.

"Fellow Daoist, I was just worried." Houtu smiled apologetically. "Dijun led many fellow Daoists to Mount Buzhou, saying he wanted to offer sacrifices to the Father God. My brothers and I couldn't stop him."

Yaochi nodded in agreement. She also felt that this matter was extraordinary, which was why she informed her senior brother.

Haotian's pupils constricted sharply, and he exclaimed in disbelief, "What?!"

Is Di Jun about to take action so soon? Why didn't Bai Ze inform him? And why in Buzhou Mountain?