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Chapter 138: Five Hundred Years of Suppression

Deep in time, an old Taoist broke through the fog and walked towards a hidden time and space.

This entire era was covered up by the Taoist Ancestor with the fog of heavenly way, and even the saints and Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian were not allowed to spy on it.

But this time and space is still special, so special that even the Taoist Ancestor needs to set up many restrictions here to suppress it with the origin of the Heavenly Dao.

Here, "existence" and "non-existence" are intertwined and mutually reinforcing and restraining, and destruction and creation form a dynamic balance.

As Daozu took steps, the chaos here gradually faded away, and the great creation of ancient times prevailed.

"Hongjun!"

Wow!
The sound of the Dao Divine Chain rubbing against each other caused turbulence in time and space. Suddenly, from the depths of time and space came a roar filled with murderous intent and desire for destruction.

Daozu remained speechless and continued to calm the destructive intent of this world.

This destructive "nothingness" is a collection of concepts such as absolute killing, despair and destruction, which intends to corrode the wilderness and destroy everything.

"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Luohou." Even the Taoist Patriarch took a long time to suppress that kind of "destruction of nothingness".

But the land affected by the "Destruction of Nothingness" will only return to its original state after endless years of creation.

Just like the primitive West.

"Hongjun!" The voice filled with boundless hatred sounded again, rushing towards Daozu.

"Please be quiet, fellow Taoist, otherwise I will leave." The Taoist Patriarch spoke, and then everything really quieted down.

And in the depths of time and space, within the core locked by those great divine chains, a figure slowly emerged.

He looked young and stern, wearing tattered, bloodstained armor, with long black hair fluttering in the wind.

"Hongjun." The ancestor of the evil way, who had once competed with Hongjun for the position of the Heavenly Dao, no longer had the overwhelming hatred he had just had. He just looked at Hongjun calmly and nodded slightly.

"Why did you come to me? Is it already the fourth calamity?" Luohou asked.

"No, the second calamity just passed," Daozu replied, but then changed the subject, "The second calamity, I lost."

However, the Demon Ancestor, who had once competed with the Dao Ancestor and lost, frowned, and subconsciously used his own magical powers to peek outside this time and space, but was bound by those great divine chains.

"You lost?" Luohou had to ask.

"Yes, because of the tree heart." Hongjun said frankly.

"..." Luohou fell silent because of this.

"Haha!" Luo Hou suddenly laughed out loud, "Pangu gave up your tortoise shell plan?"

"It's just a temporary win or loss. It doesn't mean anything." Daozu's gaze fell on Luohou.

A flash of extremely evil, wicked and ferocious cold light flashed in Luohou's eyes, and he almost exploded, but he still suppressed his hatred and looked at Hongjun.

"So, you come to me for help?" After a while, Luo Hou looked at Hongjun with a smile.

"The great situation of the ancient world has changed. You don't have to wait until the fourth calamity to be born." Hongjun made a promise.

"Okay!" Luohou agreed immediately.

What Luohou and Daozu were fighting for was the unity of Dao. Now that Hongjun has won, Luohou has no chance of turning things around. However, the title of Demon Ancestor was not given to Luohou himself.

The dual opposition between the Taoist Ancestor and the Demon Ancestor in the prehistoric world is an important step in the continued improvement and balance of the prehistoric world.

However, according to Hongjun's original plan, Luohou's magic path and magic sect would appear in the prehistoric world during the fourth calamity or later, completing the final step of the prehistoric world's perfect evolution.

It’s a pity that Pangu didn’t cut down the tree and retrieve the core.

Now the general trend of the world has been completely changed by those chaotic demons, and the future is full of chaos.

"Not only you, but our era will return?" Hongjun's words made Luohou frown again.

In their era, there were the first batch of creatures in the prehistoric world, including the three tribes of dragon, phoenix and unicorn, and even the surviving Chaos Demon God!
Even Luohou found some of these guys difficult to deal with.

"Didn't Pangu massacre all the worlds outside the prehistoric world? Now there are even Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian coming to the prehistoric world through the tree heart?" Luohou's face darkened.

"The world of the heavens is full of endless changes." Daozu Hongjun shook his head slightly, and then his body disappeared in this space and time. At this moment, the great Dao divine chain that locked this space and time gradually collapsed and finally became nothing.

Luohou suddenly raised his head and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The smile grew bigger and bigger, but no laughter came out.

"Killing God!"

A black divine spear that seemed to be composed of endless hatred, sin, killing and other concepts appeared in front of Luohu. This was the innate treasure, the God-killing Spear, which was transformed from the root of the Chaos Green Lotus.

Rumble!
This space and time could not withstand the power of the God-killing Spear and shattered.

……

"The foundation of Daozu?" Fang Xun scratched his head, looked at the information shared by Ye Fan and Meng Qi in the group, and fell silent.

[Fang Xun: "Isn't this something you should worry about? What does it have to do with a little Daluo like me?"]

[Meng Qi: "Oh, I heard that you were pressed under Mount Buzhou by Nuwa? For five hundred years, this is the only treatment a monkey has received."]

Fang Xun's face darkened. He had not expected this. He had thought that after the great victory there would be a discussion meeting or a banquet for immortals, but he did not expect that he would be suppressed by his teacher under Mount Buzhou in an instant, unable to move.

"Are you still distracted?!" Nuwa's angry voice came, and she stretched out her finger and gently poked Fang Xun's forehead.

"Don't even think about leaving for the next five hundred years. You'll be running around all day if I don't teach you a lesson." Nuwa learned that the Immortal Yangmei was brought into the prehistoric world by Fang Xun.

He actually carried the willow branch from the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian with him. This was countless times more dangerous than attacking Gonggong.

"Teacher, calm down. I am just being prepared for any eventuality." Fang Xun advised.

"I'm just talking about the five hundred years. Can you be flexible?" Fang Xun asked carefully.

"No!" Nuwa rejected with a dark face.

"But Chang'e is still at the critical moment of her cultivation."

"I will teach you myself." Nuwa was determined.

Fang Xun had no choice but to accept it. Fortunately, five hundred years was just a period of time for them to sleep.

"Hmph!" Nuwa pressed down with her palm, and Fang Xun was immediately fixed in place. A fairy mountain was created and pressed down on Fang Xun's head.

"..." Fang Xun was a little speechless. You might as well press a peach and let Chang'e come to save me with a mountain axe.

"Reflect on yourself!" Nuwa went straight to Penglai Island and ignored Fang Xun.

"Only five hundred years!" Fang Xun sat on the hollow Taoist platform in the three bodies, ready to practice.

"Hehe!" Meng Qi took out a bottle of wine from somewhere.

"Are you here to laugh at me?" Fang Xun said unhappily.

"No, I just know that I was missing from your last gathering." Meng Qi waved his hand, and a square table appeared in the cave.

The next moment, Ye Fan, wearing the emperor's robe, walked in. Then, the Ultimate Sword Master who had traveled around the ancient world happened to visit Mount Buzhou. Yi Zi, who was far away in the human territory, also passed by here.

Fang Xun's face turned black.

"Come! Come! Come! Let's drink a toast to the fact that we can gather together in Hong Huang!" The four of them sat down and clinked their glasses.

I see. This must be a setup by Meng Qi, just to make fun of me...

"Ahem, okay, let's get down to business," Meng Qi didn't offend Fang Xun too badly to prevent retaliation.

Then he looked at Fang Xun.

"Now that everyone in our group has descended to the prehistoric world, don't you think we should add a few more fellow Taoists?"

"Ha." Fang Xun laughed. He was very interested in this question, but he had to pretend.

"Here's a glass for you." Meng Qi poured a glass of wine for Fang Xun.

"That's more like it." Fang Xun's expression eased a little, then he shook his head again, "Not now, I have to wait five hundred years, and then I'll talk about it after I get out."

(End of this chapter)