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

The terrifying lightning poured down in an instant.

Quasi-saint thunder tribulation, the Heavenly Dao mobilized thunderclouds, almost covering billions of miles of sky.

The lightning surged like a sea of ​​thunder pouring down!

However, Taoist Mosquito went against the heavens and took big gulps of the breath, actually swallowing all of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder that was pouring down from Heaven.

After absorbing Pangu's essence and blood, he has become incredibly powerful.

After Taoist Mosquito swallowed the thundercloud in one gulp, his calamity instantly dissipated.

“Hehehe, the quasi-saint tribulation is nothing more than this.”

After leaving these words, Taoist Mosquito disappeared instantly.

The quasi-saint thunder tribulation is no small matter.

The Heavenly Dao mobilized thunderclouds covering billions of miles. Such a huge movement alarmed many old monsters who were living in seclusion in the prehistoric world.

They all subconsciously deduced the secret.

However, the next moment, they discovered that the secrets of the prehistoric world had been obscured at some point. No matter how they deduced, the secrets were all in chaos and they could not see anything clearly.

In Zixiao Palace, Taoist Bailue was sitting with his legs crossed while Haotian and the other man were massaging his shoulders and legs.

Haotian and the others initially refused to give a shoulder and leg massage to the sloppy old Taoist priest who suddenly appeared in Zixiao Palace, but the old Taoist priest offered too many benefits, so they "surrendered".

"Did Daoist friend just conceal the secret of this great world?"

Taoist Bailue asked Patriarch Hongjun leisurely.

Patriarch Hongjun did not reply, but just nodded slightly.

Taoist Bailue didn't say anything more about this, he just shook his head. Anyway, this matter had nothing to do with him.

Sun Star Sun Palace!

This was originally the palace of Taiyi and Dijun.

After Taiyi and Dijun died, the demon race fell into decline. Fuxi stepped forward, entered the Sun Palace, and became the new demon king.

Thanks to his efforts and good fortune, the Witch Clan migrated to the Netherworld, and the Demon Clan finally regained its former power and fortune.

It is even more prosperous than the heyday of the demon clan when Taiyi and Dijun were alive!

Because of his outstanding contributions, Fuxi won a very high reputation among the demon clan. As the location of the demon clan's demon court, the Sun Palace was often visited by demon gods and fairies, who respectfully called Fuxi "Fu Huang".

In the main hall of the Sun Palace, Fuxi was wearing a jade crown and imperial robe, sitting on the throne, accompanied by four fairies from the demon clan on his left and right sides. Two of them were flower demons, pure and elegant, wearing plain black shirts, with skin whiter than snow and eyes like water; the other two bird demons were enchanting and charming.

In the center of the hall, there are two alchemy furnaces that are symmetrical in yin and yang. The ground is engraved with the Nine Palaces and Eight Diagrams, and the ceiling is painted with star patterns, as if containing endless mysteries.

Under the main hall, many demon gods and great saints stood on both sides. Today was the small court meeting that the demon clan held every hundred years. Although they were just discussing some trivial matters, there were quite a few demon gods who came to participate. Hundreds of Daluo Jinxian gathered together, demonstrating the strength of the demon clan.

The demon gods were talking about it. Some boasted about capturing a passing golden immortal, some talked about the immortals from the Ghost and human races they had captured and were planning to choose an auspicious day to enjoy them, and some even joked about being proposed to in marriage by the patriarch of the human tribe.

However, in this lively atmosphere, there was an indelible worry on Fuxi's face.

"Your Majesty seems to be worried about something?" An old voice sounded in Fuxi's ears. It was Shang Yang, the great saint of the demon clan. He looked wise and experienced. He was one of the ten demon gods who survived in the previous generation of the demon court.

Fuxi turned to look at Shangyang and said in a voice transmission: "There is indeed a difficult matter to resolve."

Shang Yang consoled him, "It is indeed difficult for us to dispel the majesty of the God. But considering the relationship between the God and Nuwa, as long as the demons do not touch the bottom line of the God, he should not deliberately embarrass us. After all, with the God's Taoism and vision, he may not take such a small matter of the demons to heart."

Hearing this, Fuxi just sighed, his worries did not ease. He knew that the contradiction between the demon race and the human race was intensifying day by day. If this continued, a war would break out between the two races. By then, would the demon race be able to win? Or would the God allow the demon race to win?

Just as Fuxi was worried about the future of the demon race, the jade crown on his head suddenly broke, and a string of beads fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Fuxi's heart tightened, and he covered his chest, feeling an inexplicable pain. His face suddenly changed, and he realized that this was not a coincidence, but a warning from the unknown.

Fuxi immediately began to deduce the secrets of heaven, but the secrets were obscured and he could not see anything clearly. His heart sank, knowing that someone had done it on purpose. Facing the questions of the demon gods in the hall, Fuxi took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "I just had a sudden thought and felt that my demon clan was about to face a crisis. From now on, all my demon clan members must not kill foreigners without permission. At the same time, all tribes and caves must strengthen their vigilance and be careful to avoid disasters."

Although the demon gods looked at each other in bewilderment, they all agreed out of respect for Fuxi. However, the secret of heaven had been concealed, and Fuxi could only do his best.

At the same time, in the Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain, the inner and outer disciples of the Chan Sect were practicing hard. Ever since the preaching in Kunlun Mountain, Yuanshi Tianzun had been in seclusion. Suddenly, a golden decree flew out of the Yuxu Palace and hung outside the palace. It read: "All disciples of the Chan Sect must be in seclusion for a thousand years. Kunlun Mountain will be closed for a thousand years. Those who violate this will be expelled from the sect."

This decree shone with golden light, illuminating the entire Kunlun Mountain Dojo, and all the disciples of the Chan Sect were alarmed. Guangchengzi was surprised, Nanji Xianweng was terrified, while Yuxu Zhenren and Chijingzi were relatively calm. Although they didn't know what happened specifically, since Yuanshi Tianzun had given the order, they obeyed their master's order and practiced in seclusion.

In the Biyou Palace, there is a completely different atmosphere from that of the Chan Sect. The Jie Sect has many disciples, and compared to the strict rules of the Yuxu Palace, the disciples of the Biyou Palace seem to be more free and unrestrained. This is due to the Jie Sect's principle of "teaching without distinction" and the seemingly strict but actually protective character of the Tongtian Sect Master.

At this moment, a deafening bell rang suddenly in the Biyou Palace, and then a decree flew out from the depths of the palace and hovered in the air.

"The great calamity is approaching. All disciples of the Biyou Palace, no matter where they are, must return to the palace within a certain time limit. No mistakes! From now on, the Biyou Palace will be closed for a thousand years, and during this period, all disciples are not allowed to leave without permission. I will teach you the true meaning of the Great Dao in the palace!"

The voice of Master Tongtian, along with the manifestation of the law, echoed clearly in the ears of every Jiejiao disciple. No matter where they were, they received Master Tongtian's will at this moment. With the power of a saint, it was naturally easy to do this.

"Yes! I will follow the Master's orders!"

"I obey your orders!" "Teacher, I understand!"

Although they were full of doubts, facing the order of Master Tongtian, the disciples of Jiejiao did not dare to disobey in the slightest. They knelt down and accepted the order without saying much.

Afterwards, they either immediately set off to return to the Biyou Palace on Jinao Island, or hurriedly finished their affairs and went to the palace with their families.

At the same time, in the Wahuang Palace, Nuwa goddess also issued a similar decree, ordering the disciples of the Wahuang Palace not to go down the mountain without permission within a thousand years.

The secrets of the entire ancient world suddenly became chaotic, and the saints issued decrees one after another, requiring their disciples not to go out for a thousand years.

This series of actions made many well-informed great powers in the ancient times notice something was wrong. They ordered their disciples to return, closed the temples, and activated the mountain protection formation.

An undercurrent is quietly surging in the ancient world, foreshadowing the approach of a catastrophe.

However, no one knows where this disaster came from and where it will be fulfilled.

The entire ancient world seemed to be shrouded in a haze of impending storm.

Of course, this is only the situation in secret. On the surface, most creatures know nothing about this and continue to live a peaceful life.

In the northwest of the prehistoric continent, the environment is harsh, with continuous mountains and bad waters. Magical beasts are rampant, with vicious and violent temperaments.

In this desolate foothill, a monk was walking forward. He looked miserable, with ragged clothes, bare feet, and a cane in his hand. He stepped on sharp stones with his bare feet, and bleeds without noticing, and continued to move forward firmly. Wherever he walked, flowers and plants grew, but were instantly swallowed by the black gas rising from the ground and turned into withered.

This monk was none other than the Kinnara Bodhisattva of the Western Religion. The Western Religion once gained fame due to the two saints Jie Yin and Zhunti who attained sainthood. However, due to karma, they were killed because they opposed the Emperor Ying Zheng and colluded with the innate gods and demons in the chaos outside the domain, and their saintly deeds were wiped out.

With the deaths of Jie Yin and Zhunti, the Western religion instantly fell from the top force in the prehistoric world to third-rate or even lower.

What's worse is that the treasures they left behind were also plundered by other powerful beings in the ancient times.

In today's Western religion, it is almost impossible to find a valuable treasure in the entire Lingshan area.

Fortunately, the teachings of Western religions emphasize patience and hardship, so despite the hardship of life, Western believers can still persevere.

Kinnara is the best among them. He studied under Jie Yin and is one of the most powerful masters after the two saints of the Western Religion. He is known as one of the great and powerful celestial dragons.

As Kinnara climbed the mountain foothills and looked at the vast and barren mountains, the ground beneath his feet suddenly trembled. He was startled and saw the mountain foothills not far away trembling, a bloody light rising into the sky, and a terrifying aura spread, reflecting the ground in blood red. Under the illumination of this bloody light, all things wailed and trembled, and even Kinnara felt frightened, as if a disaster was about to happen.

"What is this?!" Kinnara asked tremblingly, "Could it be that a shocking demon king has appeared?!"

Before he finished speaking, a figure rushed out from the earth accompanied by a burst of blood.

The appearance of this figure made the blood even more violent, and the terrifying power reached its extreme.

Under the opponent's power, Kinnara found it difficult to even breathe.

"Quasi...Quasi Saint?!" This thought flashed through Kinnara's mind. He intuitively felt that this figure was not just a simple quasi saint in the early or middle stages, but was most likely a peerless strong man in the late stage of quasi saint or even the great perfection realm!
"Escape! Must escape immediately!" This thought flashed through Kinnara's mind, and then he turned into a golden light without hesitation and quickly escaped.

“Hmph, you are just a small ant. When you see me, not only do you not come to pay your respects, but you even dare to flee without permission. This is outrageous! But never mind. I have just completely refined Pangu’s blood essence and successfully came out of seclusion. My strength has reached the state of great perfection. I will spare your life for now!” A figure shrouded in blood in the sky snorted coldly.

This person was none other than the Taoist Mosquito who sucked Pangu’s heart dry.

After absorbing the essence and blood of Pangu's heart in the secret realm of the Witch Clan, he came to the northwest and randomly found a place to go into seclusion. In just less than two hundred years, he completely refined the essence and blood of Pangu in his body, thus breaking through to the realm of quasi-saint great perfection.

After reaching this realm, he was able to vaguely glimpse the road ahead, which is the realm of a saint.

Standing on the threshold of quasi-saintly perfection, he intuitively felt that if he took just one more step forward, he would be able to enter a completely new realm.

However, Taoist Mosquito also knew that although it seemed that he was only one step away from success, this step was as difficult to cross as a natural chasm. He had tried to reach a higher realm, but he felt an endless abyss. His magic power and will seemed to be facing an insurmountable abyss. No matter how hard he tried, it was meaningless. He seemed to burn himself out, but he could not cross this abyss.

At that moment, he felt his own insignificance and powerlessness. At the same time, a thought emerged in his mind - Hongmeng Purple Qi!
If he could possess a ray of primordial purple energy, perhaps he could immediately cross this chasm and enter the next realm.

But unfortunately, he did not have the Hongmeng Purple Qi. And Taoist Mosquito knew very well that in this primitive world, the Hongmeng Purple Qi had been divided up by those saints who had already achieved enlightenment.

Therefore, it was impossible to use the Hongmeng Purple Qi to prove his Dao. He could only rely on his own strength to cross this natural chasm.

"It's a pity that there is no Hongmeng Purple Qi, but it doesn't matter. The demon clan will become my stepping stone to cross this natural chasm! Hehehe!" The Mosquito Taoist laughed wildly, and a large amount of blood mist rose from his body, eventually turning into blood-red mosquitoes.

These mosquitoes are his clones and descendants created by him using the secret method of the Blood God. He created a race of his own.

These mosquitoes flapped their wings, emitting a fishy smell of blood, and knelt down towards the Mosquito Taoist, as if thanking their creator.

"Go! The demons are your best food. Devour all the demons on the prehistoric continent! I will use their flesh and blood to build a path for myself to prove my way to the origin of the universe! Hehehe!" In the blood light, Taoist Mosquito laughed wildly.

The demon race is the most powerful race in the prehistoric continent, but in fact they have no support behind them. Taoist Mosquito can bully them however he wants, and no saint will stand up for the demon race. As long as the saint does not take action, he, a quasi-saint, is invincible.

"If the saint doesn't come out, who can be my opponent?!" Taoist Mosquito was already confident and full of pride at this time.

"The ancestor has unparalleled power and might, and he will soon achieve enlightenment!" The mosquitoes around were buzzing, echoing in unison.

"Hehehe! Go ahead!" Taoist Mosquito laughed wildly and waved his hand, blasting the mosquitoes towards the prehistoric continent. (End of this chapter)