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

The vast and boundless primordial land is home to all races. Haotian walks silently across the land, his figure ethereal, crossing lakes and passing through forests.

Sensing the increasingly heavy aura of calamity in the world, Haotian's expression was extremely solemn. He had been away from the Three Immortal Islands for five thousand years, and along the way, the Wu and Yao races had been fighting endlessly.

The largest group was only a thousand members of the Wu tribe, facing tens of thousands of demons. It must be said that the Wu tribe was indeed physically powerful. They did not have a primordial spirit, and it was very difficult for the demons to break through the Wu tribe's physical body.

Moreover, their individual strength is not weak either, with the lowest cultivation level being at the Celestial Immortal realm. The demon race is indeed difficult to defeat, and each member of the witch race is an outstanding individual at the same realm.

Blood and fire mingled on the primordial land, the earth cracked open, rivers dried up, mountains collapsed, countless exotic flowers and herbs withered, and no other living beings could be seen for thousands of miles around, leaving only ruins and desolation.

However, even Great Luo Golden Immortals are rare in the prehistoric world nowadays. Cultivators who have comprehended the laws can sense the undercurrents in the prehistoric world to some extent, and occasionally some cultivators will avoid traveling with these two races.

Haotian gazed intently from the mountaintop, watching the two races fight endlessly below. He then looked up towards the Heavenly Court, which hung high in the void and connected with a giant, leafy tree on the primordial land. The tree's trunk was even thicker than the Huangzhong plum tree, giving it a sense of supporting the heavens and standing tall on the earth.

"Jianmu." Haotian pondered these two words. Now it could be called the Jianmu that reaches the heavens. This must be Fuxi's method. No wonder he was called Taihao Fuxi, the Green Emperor. He was blessed with great fortune.

"Hey—you lowly demon, how dare you bully my witch clan's sons!"

A roar startled Haotian from his deep thoughts. His expression changed slightly. It turned out to be a Wu Clan member at the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. Judging from his aura, he had just broken through, but his whole body was shrouded in murderous aura. He rushed into the battle between the two clans and wiped out the demon clan member in a few moves.

"Di Kui thanks the Great Witch Hou Yi!" A member of the Witch Clan, whose body was enveloped in earthen-yellow divine light, bowed to Xing Tian.

"Why are you being so polite with me!" The great shaman, known as Hou Yi, patted his chest. "You should hurry back to your tribe."

Upon hearing this, Di Kui's expression changed slightly. She wanted to ask something, but Hou Yi raised his hand to stop her. The Ancestral Witch had summoned all the tribes back, presumably to launch a war against the demon race.

Watching the group of Wu Clan members leave, Haotian remained silent for a long time. With his strength, it was not something a Grand Luo Golden Immortal could discover. What surprised him was that the Wu Clan had a Grand Wu who had broken through to the Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm!

Although he did not know the current strength of the Witch Clan, all the Witch Clan members were created by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, so their strength could not be too great. Even the Great Witches would only be at the Golden Immortal or Taiyi Golden Immortal level when they were first born.

Now that the Great Witch has become a Golden Immortal, it is very likely that all the Ancestral Witches will attain Quasi-Sainthood. It seems that this battle is coming soon.

The Great Shaman travels far and wide to begin summoning back his scattered clansmen. Presumably, in less than ten thousand years, a true great power will emerge!

Haotian watched Hou Yi's departing figure, then looked up at the sun star. This man possessed the Golden Crow Treasure, yet Hou Yi wasn't carrying a bow and arrows, presumably because he hadn't obtained the treasure yet.

However, all of this is temporarily irrelevant to him. Haotian has no intention of contacting the Wu Clan at the moment. He bowed deeply to Buzhou Mountain and paid homage to the Great God Pangu. He received the Undying Dao Light, which is a supreme innate treasure.

Moreover, he also obtained the Chaos Pearl through this item. Regardless of whether Pangu is still alive, the Ancestral Witches will save him if they can, but definitely not now.

The Ancestral Witch is always stubborn. Even if he were to help them now, it might backfire. He would only listen to others after those few have suffered a great loss.

As for whether a few will perish, that's up to fate!

Haotian composed himself, his gaze swept across the primordial land once more, and he transformed into a streak of light, flying westward.

This is the current state of the Eastern Continent, filled with malevolent energy. Although he is not afraid, he does not want to get involved with it.

They would wander around, stopping occasionally, and casually collect any divine objects or spiritual roots they came across. If they didn't take them now, they would be damaged and withered if they were caught in the crossfire of war.

"Huh~"

Haotian suddenly blinked and looked at the ordinary immortal mountain in front of him. It looked no different from other immortal mountains. But now he was already in the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint. His eyes flashed with golden light and he could naturally see that the immortal mountain was hidden by the formation. Why did it take the initiative to appear in the world?

Could this be a blessed land? If so, it seems I have a connection with this humble Taoist!

Haotian became excited. Since his birth, he had traveled through the primordial world for countless millennia, encountering innate spiritual treasures and finding innate spiritual roots. Some were protected by formations, while others grew alone on the earth.

But apart from the Three Immortal Islands, he had never encountered a blessed land!

Haotian was invigorated, and his previous heavy mood vanished. He was still 100,000 miles away from that immortal mountain. With a flash of silver light, he disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

He had been flying at a normal speed all along, without using any laws to travel. Now that he saw the blessed land, he naturally had to hurry over.

A flash of silver light, and a golden figure appeared below the immortal mountain.

Ok?

Haotian frowned, as if he had stepped on something. He looked down and his expression immediately turned to surprise.

A gray figure lay on the ground, its breath faint, like a random rock. It was wearing a shirt made of the fur of some unknown animal, and a skirt made of branches around its waist, which was already completely black.

Haotian shook his head. He didn't know what kind of demon it was. Its face was so blurred that he couldn't see it clearly. It looked like it was about to die.

As he walked past, he heard a groan behind him: "I beg the immortal master... to accept me as your disciple."

"I beg... Immortal Master... to accept me... as your disciple."

His voice was intermittent and his breath was weak. If Haotian hadn't scanned the surroundings with his divine sense, he would have easily overlooked him. Seeing that he was breathing heavily but not exhaling, Haotian turned around and examined him carefully. Although he was injured, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was still slowly penetrating into him to repair his wounds.

His chest heaved slightly, and it seemed that his injuries would be fully healed in another ten thousand years. However, this guy's desire to become an apprentice was sincere; even on his deathbed, he was still thinking about it!

With his keen eye, this blessed land definitely has no owner; this little guy has probably come for nothing!

"Consider this my daily good deed," Haotian said, flicking his finger. A golden light enveloped the figure, and as the divine light gradually dissipated, the figure was completely transformed. Haotian blinked, unable to believe what he was seeing.

A monkey with golden fur lay on the ground, wearing a skirt woven from tiger skin and leaves. It looked strangely familiar.

That monkey couldn't have been born that early!

Haotian frowned and examined the monkey closely. The monkey gradually opened its eyelids, and what came into view was a figure in a golden imperial robe with a majestic face, like a heavenly emperor descending from the heavens.

"I beg the immortal to accept me as his disciple!"

Haotian was speechless. Was this all the guy could say?

Just as he was about to turn around and enter the formation, his gaze suddenly stopped and fell on the sides of the monkey's head.