Emperor Wu Shihuang's handwriting, do not go out of the Milky Way border

"Hmph, don't think too highly of yourself! It's not that easy to become a sage of the Great Dao of the Primordial Unity!" Yuanshi Tianzun immediately poured a basin of cold water on his junior fellow apprentice. "Do you think that becoming a sage of the Great Dao of the Primordial Unity is like cabbage? You can have as many as you want."

"That's just what I thought." Tongtian Sect Master smiled awkwardly and was not angry.

In fact, he also felt that what Yuanshi Tianzun said made sense.

It is not so easy to reach the realm of the Great Saint of the Primordial Dao. Yang Mei and others were of the same generation as the Great God Pangu, born before the Heavenly Dao, and practiced for countless long years, but they have not been able to reach the edge of the Great Saint of the Primordial Dao. Compared with them, he, the Master of Tongtian, is just a later generation.

"Uncle Master, you are thinking in the wrong direction. If you can thoroughly comprehend these Dao rhymes, it will not be difficult to break through to the realm of a saint of Hunyuan Dao." On the Hongmeng Linglong Tower, Ying Zheng's distant and ethereal voice sounded again.

Afterwards, a figure floated down from the Hongmeng Linglong Tower. It was exactly Ying Zheng.

However, this is just a clone of his spiritual consciousness.

“As long as I comprehend all these Dao rhymes, can I really become a sage of Hunyuan Dao?!” Yuanshi Tianzun widened his eyes, his eyes full of astonishment.

"I...!" Tongtian Sect Master also opened his mouth wide, too shocked to speak.

Laozi subconsciously looked at his teacher Hongjun, and Hongjun was also a little dazed.

Afterwards, the old Taoist laughed in silence and could not help but say: "Young friend Ying Zheng's ability has indeed exceeded our imagination."

"Little Zhuzi is so amazing! As long as you comprehend all these Tao rhymes, you can become a sage of Hunyuan Dao. Then, won't we be able to reach such a mysterious realm soon?" Nuwa laughed, covering her mouth.

"I'm afraid it's not that simple. I think it will take us a long time to fully comprehend these Tao rhymes." Although Lao Tzu was full of surprises, he still analyzed calmly.

"Oh, my eldest brother. Of course we understand this principle, but as long as we have these Tao rhymes, what does time matter?! We are all immortal saints, do we still worry about not having time?! At worst, we can go back to our respective Taoist temples and practice hard in seclusion for ten or twenty kalpas!" Tongtian Patriarch grinned.

"That's the truth." Laozi also smiled.

"Things here are settled. I will take you back to the prehistoric world." Ying Zheng's spiritual clone in the Hongmeng Linglong Tower spoke.

After saying this, Ying Zheng looked around the battlefield in the void and chaos with his divine eyes, then stretched out his hand and wiped it lightly.

The turbulent torrent of chaos in the vast void suddenly subsided.

Then he took a step forward, the long river of time and space was torn apart, and his tall figure instantly disappeared from the spot.

In the prehistoric world, Ying Zheng and his companions had been gone for some time. During this time, many creatures in the prehistoric world experienced many great events.

The first was the death of all those who had joined the war with Ying Zheng. Their death immediately triggered a chain reaction in the prehistoric world.

For a moment, the heavens shook, emitting a wailing sound, and the sound of crying and sobbing resounded throughout the prehistoric continent.

At the same time, a bloody rain fell from the sky above the Heavenly Dao, and a dull and sorrowful death knell sounded from the Purple Sky Palace outside the thirty-three heavens! The Heavenly Dao mourned together!

Not only that, the incarnations they left in their respective temples and the statues of gods worshipped everywhere also shed tears of blood, and then collapsed and disintegrated.

So many powerful beings have fallen that even the order of heaven has been affected.

For a time, the ancient world was filled with raging winds, frequent thunderstorms, earthquakes, and divine fires dancing wildly!
These scenes frightened many creatures in the ancient world so much that they trembled in panic, thinking that the end of the world was coming.

Fortunately, the statues and Dharma bodies of Hongjun, the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa and Ying Zheng did not perish, leaving a glimmer of hope for all living beings in the prehistoric world.

When so many powerful men fall, no egg in an overturned nest can remain intact.

How could the countless creatures in the prehistoric world escape? They could only pray desperately, hoping that Ying Zheng and his men could defeat the powerful enemy and return safely!

In the human temple, the statues of Holy Father Ying Zheng and Holy Mother Nuwa enshrined here still exude majesty and divine aura.

Under the statue, Youchao, Suiren, Ziyi and other ancestors of the human race knelt on the ground devoutly and prayed continuously.

The power of faith emanating from them was gradually integrated into the statue.

They had been kneeling here praying for a long time, their knees on the ground, because of the long time, they were already connected to the ground. But none of them stood up and left, they did not dare to, nor did they want to leave.

Although they knew that the enemy Ying Zheng and his men were facing was more powerful than they could imagine, this was all they could do now.

Suddenly, the originally silent statue of Ying Zheng burst into brilliant light, like the sun falling into the mortal world. The dazzling divine light sprinkled on the arena like raindrops, shining on every human being.

"Holy Father?!" Suiren was the first to look up and look at the statue of Ying Zheng, his face filled with surprise and joy.

Not only him, but everyone in the temple was filled with ecstasy at this moment. They understood that the reaction of the statue must mean that Ying Zheng and Nuwa had returned safely!

Sure enough, as the statue changed, the ancient world also shook.

The whole world roared and trembled. Above the sky, flowers fell from the sky, golden lotuses blossomed, strange fragrance filled the air, and celestial music floated in the air.

Then, a strange yet familiar voice sounded: "We are back!"

It was just a simple sentence, but for some reason, it made all the creatures in the ancient world burst into tears.

The prehistoric world won! They won!

Above the Heavenly Dao, several figures stood there, they were Ying Zheng, Hongjun, the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa and others.

Ying Zheng looked down at the prehistoric world and took everything in. As too many powerful beings had fallen, the order of the prehistoric world had been affected.

Ying Zheng thought for a moment, then stretched out his big hand and gently moved it. In an instant, rays of divine aura crossed the sky like meteors, and the divine chain of order slowly turned. The entire avenue of the prehistoric world was changed and repaired under his control.

Following Ying Zheng's actions, the prehistoric world trembled, and the collapsed earth began to surge, gradually rising and returning to its original appearance. At the same time, the spiritual energy in the earth surged, and it was more lush and green than before. Under the nourishment of these spiritual energies, the immortal grass grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon, the mountains presented a scene of vitality.

In the four seas of the ancient world, there were originally huge waves, raging winds, and torrential thunderstorms. All living creatures in the four seas could only hide in the abyss of the sea.

Now, with Ying Zheng's power, the huge waves subsided, the dark clouds dispersed, the thunderstorms and strong winds disappeared without a trace. Peace returned to the four seas. The order of the prehistoric world was quickly restored.

After restoring the order of the prehistoric world, Ying Zheng did not hesitate. With a wave of his sleeves, he released a stream of Yuan Ling. After these Yuan Lings fell, a stream of divine energy instantly reshaped their bodies. In the blink of an eye, many powerful people who had fallen in the previous war were resurrected by Ying Zheng.

"We will never forget the grace of God for giving us a new life!" After the resurrection, all the powerful men bowed deeply to Ying Zheng.

"It's just a piece of cake. You died fighting for the prehistoric world, and I won't let your sacrifice be in vain." Ying Zheng responded calmly.

After saying that, Ying Zheng pondered for a moment, as if considering what reward to give them.

After all, none of them backed down when facing the Demon Lord and the Extraterritorial Demon. As a God, it was only right to give them some rewards. But Ying Zheng had no idea what kind of reward to give them.

After a brief hesitation, Ying Zheng waved his hand and cast rays of light onto the bodies of many great powers. These people were stunned at first, and then they showed joy. Then they all thanked Ying Zheng loudly in unison: "Thank you, God!"

"Haha, it's nothing, this is what you deserve." Ying Zheng said with a smile.

After careful consideration, Ying Zheng decided to grant points to the great powers in the prehistoric world. With these points, they can exchange for anything they want in the divine network.

Those who want secrets and skills can exchange them; those who want magic weapons and magical treasures can also exchange them; and those who want spiritual beasts, mounts, fairy fungus, and magical medicine can all choose freely.

Since the birth of the Divine Network, although it could only accommodate one hundred people at first, after continuous exchanges among many saints and powerful people over the years, the Divine Network has been upgraded many times, and the upper limit of the number of people it can accommodate has long since increased from the original one hundred to thirty thousand.

Those present were all powerful beings in the ancient world, and naturally they were all within the divine network.

This time, Ying Zheng gave them the opportunity to freely choose their rewards and redeem whatever they wanted.

Moreover, the number of divine network points given by Ying Zheng this time was quite large, which was a huge sum of money even for masters like them who were above the Golden Immortal level.

Of course, the points each person gets are different, and Ying Zheng distributes them based on their performance and contribution in battle.

"Haha, with so many divine network points, I, an old Taoist, can exchange them for the Hongmeng Spirit Fruit and upgrade my innate roots from the level of an acquired creature to that of an innate creature." An old Taoist who had transformed into a cypress tree said overjoyed.

"My Luo Tian Hai Formation is still short of three innate spiritual treasures and twelve acquired spiritual treasures. With so many divine network points, I can finally complete my Luo Tian Hai Formation! By then, who among the Daluo Jinxians can still be my opponent!" Another Taoist was ecstatic.

"Hehehe! You idiot, what's the use of your Luo Tianhai Formation? With so many Divine Network points, it would be better to exchange them for an innate treasure or a martial art." A sinister and old voice sounded.

"Who is it?! Do you look down on my Luo Tianhai Formation? Haven't you heard of my name, Master Luo Hai?!" Master Luo Hai looked at the source of the voice with dissatisfaction.

However, the next moment, when he saw the speaker clearly, Master Luo Hai's expression suddenly changed: "Ming... Ancestor Minghe...!"

The ancestor of the Styx is much more powerful than him.

"Hmph!" The ancestor of the Styx rolled his eyes at Mr. Luo Hai and said nothing more.

Ying Zheng saw the expressions of many great powers in the ancient world. He smiled and said, "This catastrophe is no less than an immeasurable catastrophe. Three thousand years later, I will preach at the Three Pure Ones Taoist Temple in Kunlun Mountain, and all sentient beings in the three realms and six paths can come and listen!"

These words were spoken by Ying Zheng to all sentient beings in the three realms and six paths, and everyone could hear them.

After saying that, Ying Zheng looked at the Three Pure Ones beside him and said with a smile, "Master, Master Uncle, Second Master Uncle, can I borrow your dojo for a while?"

"Of course there is no problem, kid, why are you being so polite to us!" Tongtian Jiaozhu teased Ying Zheng with a smile.

"We in Kunlun Mountain feel honored to have a deity like you preach to all sentient beings in the three realms." Yuanshi Tianzun said with a smile.

Laozi also stroked his beard and smiled, then nodded.

"It is a blessing for all the gods in the three realms to hear the Lord God preach." Patriarch Hongjun was filled with emotion.

With Ying Zheng's current state, he can preach to all sentient beings in the three realms. Anyone who is lucky enough to come and listen will definitely gain a lot! This is undoubtedly a great joy for the entire prehistoric world.

It's also a good thing for him.

He is in harmony with the Tao, and his cultivation is closely related to the prehistoric world. The higher the cultivation of the prehistoric world's sentient beings, the higher the world level, and his cultivation will also increase accordingly.

"Thank you for the compliment, ancestor. I am just following your example." Ying Zheng said humbly to Hongjun.

Hongjun preached in Zixiao Palace, and then integrated himself into the Tao, making great contributions to the prehistoric world and all living beings. Ying Zheng was full of admiration for this.

This time, Ying Zheng decided to preach to the sentient beings in the three realms of the prehistoric world. On the one hand, it was because he truly loved this colorful world, and on the other hand, he also intended to emulate Hongjun.

In the ancient world, as Ying Zheng's voice spread, all the practitioners showed expressions of ecstasy!
The opportunity of the God's preaching is probably rare in dozens of Yuanhui! The benefits of being able to listen to the God's preaching to their practice are simply immeasurable.

"Three thousand years later, the God will preach in Kunlun Mountain. I must go!" On a steep mountain peak, a Taoist boy who had transformed into a crane was shaking with excitement.

"God is speaking, my chance as an old bull has finally come!" In a poisonous fog swamp, a bull spirit's eyes flashed with ecstasy.

"The opportunity has come! When the Zixiao Palace was preaching, I was not yet born. Now that the God is preaching, this opportunity must not be missed!" In a fairy-like and beautiful Taoist temple, an old Taoist muttered to himself.

He was originally a reed, but unfortunately, he was buried in the soil and suppressed by a piece of stone, so he could not transform into a human form for a long time. When he finally refined the stone into a magic weapon and was able to appear in the world, the sermon in Zixiao Palace had already ended and the saints had already achieved enlightenment.

But now, he is only at the Golden Immortal level.

The Lord of Gods preaching was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for a saint, let alone for a practitioner below the saint. They naturally made up their minds to go to Kunlun Mountain to listen to Ying Zheng's great teachings.

However, the prehistoric world is vast and boundless, and the road is full of ferocious beasts, monsters and various dangers. Without a certain level of cultivation, it is almost impossible to get to the Kunlun Mountain Taoist temple.

Ying Zheng decided to preach three thousand years later in order to give the many creatures in the ancient world time to travel.

"It is truly a great act of kindness for the God to preach!" Among all the powerful beings in the ancient times, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help but nod in praise.

Not only him, but many of the great powers present were full of respect for Ying Zheng. (End of this chapter)