Daojun, start from Penglai foundation building

The celestial lotus of glazed fire has departed, and even the pure yang sun has its end.

As countless Eight-Scenery Heavenly Fires transformed into purple fire lotuses that swayed in the air, Feiyang Daojun's figure was engulfed by the fire lotuses, and his fortune and destiny were also obscured by them.

Each of those fire lotuses was condensed from the Daoist essence of the Crimson Sky Daoist; each wisp of firelight was transformed from the laws of the Crimson Sky Daoist.

As the dense fire lotuses obscured Feiyang Daojun, the unique laws and Dao traces belonging to Chixiao Daojun enveloped Feiyang Daojun like a net, fixing him in the present world and preventing him from escaping into the past or fleeing to the future.

As the Crimson Sky Law and the Fire Virtue Dao Mark took shape, one after another Fire Dao Seals were imprinted in the long river of time, sealing cause and effect and locking away calamities. A mysterious purple flame hung high above the net, remotely determining the fate of Daoist Feiyang.

For a moment, it was as if Feiyang Daojun was isolated from the chaotic universe. His fortune and karma vanished without a trace, and his search for the Great Dao of Destiny was fruitless. Although Feiyang Daojun was still in the River of Time and in the present world, his existence could no longer be found.

"what happened?!"

Even Feiyang Daojun, who was at the Dao-holding realm, couldn't help but feel a sudden shock. He didn't know why he was feeling palpitations, nor did he understand why his own fortune had suddenly weakened and declined.

Or rather, Feiyang Daojun knew it in his heart, but he was unwilling to believe it, much less willing to think about it.

Holding the Eight-Scene Glazed Lamp, Daoist Chixiao looked at Daoist Feiyang, who was engulfed by the fire lotus, and slowly said, "Feiyang, do you truly not understand, or are you unwilling to understand?"

"You've been tricked by that old man Qian Tian."

"It's not just you; Dianxing and Hunxuan were also tricked by Qiantian. Otherwise, why would that old ghost Qiongyun never enter the Nine Provinces Realm?"

Feiyang Daojun sneered, "Such psychological manipulation might fool some greenhorn, but to try and deceive an old man like me with these mind-altering words is futile."

"Chixiao, how much do you look down on me, treating me like one of those juniors to fool me?!"

Although he appeared angry and disdainful, Feiyang Daojun was actually very calm inside, and his soul was exceptionally clear.

Feiyang Daojun knew that Chixiao Daojun wouldn't say these things for no reason. Even if it wasn't Qiantian Daojun who had tricked him, it must be related to Qiantian Daojun.

As for the reason for the decline in fortune, Daoist Feiyang had already predicted it: Huayang Realm!
Only when the Huayang Realm's own foundation, its own lineage and dojo, has encountered problems would such a sudden sense of unease and horror occur.

Realizing this, Daoist Feiyang was no longer willing to waste any more time with Daoist Chixiao: his own Daoist temple was in trouble, and he didn't care whether his lineage could be preserved. As long as he was still alive, he could open up a new world and re-establish his lineage.

Conversely, given his current low fortune, knowing he has problems yet still fighting to the death with Daoist Chixiao for the sake of so-called face is not courageous, it's foolish.

After some thought, Daoist Feiyang immediately decided to manipulate the ten great suns to blast a gap in front of him so he could escape.

There's no time to worry about the golden crow that's about to be born in the sun. By the time the golden crow is born, Daoist Feiyang himself will probably be dead and gone.

But when Feiyang Daojun was about to detonate the Great Sun, he was shocked to find that the ten Great Suns had exceeded Feiyang Daojun's control!
Its own supernatural powers were not obeying its commands!
This is simply unbelievable for a Daoist of pure Yang!

But this situation was unfolding right before Daoist Feiyang's eyes, causing even his usually calm and composed Dao heart to waver for a moment: "How is this possible?!"

"Nothing is Impossible!"

The voice of Daoist Chixiao came from afar, reaching Daoist Feiyang's ears with perfect clarity, and resounding within Daoist Feiyang's sea of ​​consciousness and soul.

"You may appear to still be in the mortal world, but your existence has been isolated from the chaotic time by me."

"Everything you possess is nothing but a mirage, something you can see but not touch, so how can you do as you please?"

As he spoke, Daoist Chixiao raised his hand and formed a hand seal. In an instant, the billions of fire lotuses that had enveloped Daoist Chixiao exploded, but without causing the slightest ripple.

Where the fire lotus exploded, there was no light or sound, only silence. It was as if something on the River of Time had collapsed, swallowing up all light and heat, sound and breath, including Feiyang Daojun himself and his existence, all of which disappeared into that collapse.

At the same time, a fiery red magic sword pierced through time and space and sped towards them. As Daoist Chixiao urged it with his sword finger, the magic sword cut down the golden crow that was circling and crying among the ten great suns.

Boo!
For a time, the golden crow cried out in mournful cries, its cries of blood never ceasing.

The golden crow nascent within the ten great suns immediately disintegrated, along with the ten great suns.

The golden crow, wailing and weeping, fell helplessly into the river of time. Just as it was about to be overturned and swallowed by the waves of time, a crystal lamp slowly emitted a purple glow, briefly freezing the surging waves of time.

With a single step, Daoist Chixiao transformed the severely injured Golden Crow into a golden wick, which he then solemnly placed into the Eight-Scene Glazed Lamp.

As the lamp wick was replaced, the purple Eight-Scenery Heavenly Fire that spread across the river of time began to change, transforming from its original purple color into a golden-purple hue.

At this point, Daoist Chixiao nodded in satisfaction, looked towards the place where Daoist Feiyang had disappeared, and summoned the scattered golden-purple heavenly fire in the River of Time. The golden-purple heavenly fire, which had spread through countless years and burned countless spaces, gathered and condensed, transforming into brilliant swords that simultaneously slashed into countless spaces and eradicated the existence of Daoist Feiyang within them.

In the present world, Feiyang Daojun had just broken free from the collapsing void when he was met with a magnificent and imposing golden-purple sword light.

"Fire Virtue - Slaying Karma and Burning the Sun".

As the Crimson Sky Slaying Sword descended from the sky, the figure of Daoist Feiyang burst into flames. The fortune, karma, destiny, and calamities that Daoist Chixiao had deliberately isolated earlier erupted, transforming into endless karmic fire that engulfed Daoist Feiyang.

In the chaotic universe, a magnificent sun slowly rose into the sky, illuminating all the heavens and myriad worlds, before fading and falling.

The Great Dao cried out in sorrow, the entire universe mourned, and all the heavens and myriad realms were simultaneously bathed in a mystical light and auspicious mist, followed by a torrential downpour of blood rain.

Another Pure Yang being has fallen. At this moment, countless beings in the myriad realms of the heavens are utterly horrified: What has been happening all this time?
First, a Pure Yang being fell, suspected to be the Heavenly Evil Ancestor of the Left Divine Realm.

In the short span of a few dozen days following the fall of the Heavenly Evil Ancestor, one Pure Yang level being after another perished.

In the past, it might take ten thousand years for a single Pure Yang to fall, but now Pure Yang level beings are dying one after another, their essence giving back to the chaotic universe.

The brilliant light of the Dao, which represents the ultimate sublimation of the Pure Yang level, and the sweet rain that blesses all realms, have already benefited countless cultivators in recent days. Perhaps in a few more years, a large number of immortals will emerge in the myriad realms and ascend to immortality.

None of these were considered by the Eastern Heavenly Daoists.

Following Daoist Dejing's victory over Daoist Hunxuan, Daoist Chixiao also defeated Daoist Feiyang.

The two Daoist masters from the Eastern Heaven, both possessing the pure Yang Dao, have won the Daoist contest one after another. Currently, the only ones still in the Daoist contest are Daoist Lord Yue Heng and Daoist Lord Dianxing from the Daoist Palace of the Suspended Pot Realm.

And Daoist Yue Heng did not disappoint. Just ten days after Daoist Chi Xiao's victory, as another magnificent sun appeared in all the heavens and myriad realms, spreading the pure Yang blessings, Daoist Yue Heng had already stepped out of the River of Time and appeared before the immortal disciples of the Eastern Heaven Daoist School.

The Daoist Lord of the Divine Star met his end, while the Daoist Lord of the Yue Heng triumphant return.

At this time, within the Nine Provinces, the fortune of the Eastern Heavenly Daoist School had expanded to an extreme. The pillar of fortune shone brightly into the sky, like a heavenly pillar that spanned the three realms of heaven and earth, so thick that it was terrifying.

At this moment, the pillars of destiny of the Qiankun Dao Sect, Kongdong Dao Sect, and Huayun Dao Sect were broken and collapsed, as fragile as reeds, as if they could be broken by a gust of wind.

As Hunxuan Daojun, Feiyang Daojun, and Dianxing Daojun successively lost their battles, Qiantian Daojun, Huayun Daojun, Kongyu Daojun, Tianpeng Dasheng, and Zhenxiao Dasheng, who were still fighting, could no longer hold on.

Seeing that his own Pure Yang troop numbers were dwindling while the enemy's Pure Yang troop, though severely injured, had not fallen, the Great Sage Tianpeng saw no chance of victory.

After much deliberation, the Great Sage Tianpeng and the Great Sage Zhenxiao were the first to break away from their battle with the Arhat Subduing Dragon and the Bodhisattva of the Tide Sound, choosing to flee.

Without the delaying tactics of Tianpeng Great Sage and Zhenxiao Great Sage, Qian Tian Daojun, Hua Yun Daojun, and Kong Yu Daojun simultaneously faced attacks from Miao Yan Daojun, Xuan Ming Daojun, Jun Ming Daojun, Xuan Jian Daojun, Jianglong Luohan, and Chaoyin Bodhisattva. The three Daojuns suffered repeated defeats and were eventually forced to retreat.

at the same time.

In the Great Wilderness Realm, the Great Sage of the Flood Dragon and the Great Sage of the Vermilion Bird originally planned to take the Flood Dragon Sea and the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts directly away, but at this time they encountered a problem.

Faced with the actions of the Great Sage of the Flood Dragon and the Great Sage of the Zhu Yan, seven Great Sages from the Twelve Royal Courts stepped forward.

It could be said that if the Heavenly Roc Great Sage and the Poisonous Owl Great Sage had not been absent, preventing the Golden-Winged Roc clan from expressing their opinions in the Twelve Royal Courts, the ones standing here to block the Flood Dragon Great Sage and the Zhu Yan Great Sage might have been the eight demon clan Great Sages.

Above the Great Wilderness Realm, the Great Sage of the Flood Dragon and the Great Sage of the Vermilion Bird looked at the Great Sages and the forces they represented who surrounded them.

The Northern Sea, the Thousand Illusion Marsh, the Blazing Plains, the Mysterious Ice Valley, the Netherworld Abyss, the Sinking Sand Waterfall, and Mount Tu.
"Seven of the twelve royal courts of my Great Wilderness Realm have come at once."

Are you all so reluctant to see us go?

The Great Sage of the Flood Dragon spoke in a deep voice, but there was no hint of a smile in his eyes.

Amidst a dark and malevolent aura, a skull-like snake head slowly emerged, its eyes like ghostly fire, staring at the Great Sage Dragon: "Old Dragon, you and I are friends, so I shouldn't stop you from leaving if you want to."

"It's fine if you leave, but you can't take the Flood Dragon Sea with you!"

"That would mean losing the very essence of my Great Wilderness Realm and diminishing the destiny of my demon race!"

Before he finished speaking, a golden-horned, crimson-flamed Suanni emerged from the raging flames: "The Nether Serpent is right. We won't stop you and Zhu Yan from leaving, but don't even think about taking away the origin and fortune of the Great Wilderness Realm!"

Immediately afterwards, the magnificent red fox with its nine tails swaying slowly spoke: "Jiaolong, Zhuyan."

“We know exactly what you did, and you know it too.”

“You knew perfectly well that it would offend the Eastern Heaven Daoist Clan and bring powerful enemies to our Great Wilderness Realm, but you still did it, and we didn’t stop you.”

"All of this is because we are both demons."

"We won't stop you from leaving now, but don't even think about damaging the fortune of my demon race or destroying the origin of my Great Wilderness Realm!"

"The True Dragon is gone, the Heavenly Phoenix is ​​gone, and the Qilin is gone, but at least they left behind the source of the Great Wilderness Realm's fortune."

"Why are you two leaving today, but taking the very origin of the Great Wilderness Realm with you?"

The Great Sage of the Flood Dragon looked at the powerful beings blocking his way, then glanced at the Great Sage of the Vermilion Bird beside him. The Great Sage of the Vermilion Bird shook his head slightly: "The Nether Serpent, the Crimson Lion, and the Nine-Tailed Fox are all here, even the old Kunpeng from the Northern Nether Sea is here. We can't take the Flood Dragon Sea and the Forest of Ten Thousand Beasts away."

"Right now, the Qiankun Dao Sect is suffering defeat after defeat. At least we still have the Left Divine Realm and the Nine Chambers Realm. We can just take more with us when the time comes."

Upon hearing this, the Great Sage of the Flood Dragon had no choice but to swallow his anger. Looking at the indifferent expressions of his old friends around him, the Great Sage of the Flood Dragon said coldly, "Hmph, the victor is king and the loser is villain. I have nothing to say."

"However, the Eastern Heavenly Daoists' victory this time is truly a good thing for our demon race?"

"Gentlemen, think it over carefully!" (End of Chapter)