Simultaneous travel: I am rampant in the domestic area

Zhen Yuanzi?
Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of earth immortals, the master of the Earth Book, the biggest boss among big shots.

Russell's thoughts shifted slightly. The Dragon Clan, with its few members, was indeed no match for Hong Yi, Fang Han, and their group of powerful figures. He then gave a few instructions to Xiao Yan beside him and followed Zhen Yuanzi's aura to the outside of Wanshou Mountain.

Here, the mountains and forests are lush and verdant, shrouded in auspicious mist, with rosy light spreading along the path and spiritual energy flowing like springs.

It truly is a blessed land of Longevity Mountain and a grotto paradise of Wuzhuang Temple.

Just outside Longevity Hill, a profound and majestic aura, nourishing all things, wafts over, as if the entire mountain range and even this land possess life and will, gentle yet deep.

"Daoyou, please."

A clear and gentle voice came from inside the temple, neither hurried nor slow.

As the words were spoken, the misty clouds that had been surrounding the Wuzhuang Temple parted naturally to the sides, as if stirred by an invisible hand, revealing a tranquil path paved with bluestone slabs.

Russell smiled calmly, stepped onto the path, and headed towards the temple.

Upon entering Wuzhuang Temple, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is so rich that it almost becomes liquid, and every breath is filled with the Daoist rhythm.

An ordinary Qi cultivator's one day of practice here is better than a hundred days of arduous training outside.

As he strolled along, he admired the rare and exotic flowers and plants that were seldom seen in the outside world, many of which were even spiritual roots and exotic species that existed since the beginning of chaos.

This is an endless sea of ​​vegetation, with spiritual plants everywhere, and each longevity herb shrouded in boundless essence, nourishing its own essence.

After passing through several palaces, we finally arrived at the Hundred Herbs Garden behind the pavilion.

Inside the garden, a towering ancient tree stands lush and verdant, with baby-shaped fruits swaying among its branches and leaves, emitting a refreshing fragrance that soothes the mind.

Beneath the ginseng fruit tree, which stretches for three thousand miles like a canopy, are two futons and a short table.

A Taoist priest, dressed in a Taoist robe and wearing a purple-gold crown, with an ancient and simple face, whose aura blends seamlessly with the earth beneath his feet and with all things around him, sits quietly here. On the stone table, ginseng fruit exudes an alluring Taoist charm and spiritual light.

"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi." Russell cupped his hands in greeting to Zhen Yuanzi.

It has to be said that Zhen Yuanzi's current state is quite abnormal.

It seems to be everywhere, resonating with heaven and earth and all things, yet it also seems to be apart from everything, transcending the material world.

He was sitting there, yet he seemed to exist simultaneously in the past and the future, in every inch of space, and in every moment of time.

In short, it is the outward appearance of Da Luo, but the essence of Hunyuan.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, please have a seat." Zhen Yuanzi smiled gently and gestured for him to sit.

Russell didn't stand on ceremony. He strolled over to the futon opposite Zhen Yuanzi and sat down. His gaze swept over the ginseng fruit, then looked at the familiar scenery around him, and he couldn't help but laugh, "Speaking of which, the last time I came here, this place was called the Five Organs Temple."

He was referring to his experience in the Black Myth: Wukong timeline.

In that world, Black Myth Russell was a disciple of Zhen Yuanzi, but unfortunately, Zhen Yuanzi was a villain at the time and was tricked into dying at the hands of Lu Sheng.

I vaguely remember that in those tens of thousands of years of countless reincarnations, he didn't even get to eat a single ginseng fruit peel.

Zhen Yuanzi was already a Hunyuan level being. In the present moment when all worlds converge, he had already bound his own timeline and worldline. Of course, he knew what was happening in the Black Myth world. He smiled and said, "All worlds flow and cause and effect intertwine. This is the preordained fate between Fellow Daoist Luo and me."

Zhen Yuanzi spoke casually, without the slightest hint of resentment.

At his level, he had long transcended the grudges and affections of a single worldline, and saw the sum of all possibilities and their connection to the Great Dao.

As he spoke, he waved his hand slightly, and the ginseng fruit tree rustled. A ginseng fruit immediately fell, turning into a stream of light that broke through the endless spatial barrier, ignoring the barriers of time and distance, and disappeared in an instant.

Meanwhile, far away in the core lair of the dragon race.

Having just torn apart a Golden Immortal-level true dragon with brute force, Lu Sheng, covered in blood and exuding a murderous aura, suddenly felt a stirring in his heart. As if sensing something, he subconsciously raised his hand and clenched it towards the void.

The next moment, a fruit shaped like an infant and exuding a strong Daoist aura suddenly appeared in his large, fan-like hand.

"This is... a ginseng fruit?" Lu Sheng looked at the legendary spiritual root of heaven and earth in his hand, his face showing a look of astonishment.

He had certainly heard of the ginseng fruit, but the question was how it had somehow ended up in his hands. It was like a pie falling from the sky...

He frowned, but instead of absorbing the precious ginseng fruit rashly, he put it into his inner world, intending to discuss it with Russell when he returned.

"Fellow Daoist, you certainly have a generous hand." Russell raised an eyebrow as he watched this scene.

Lu Sheng really got a great deal this time.

This ginseng fruit tree is a spiritual root of heaven and earth, formed after the separation of chaos and the beginning of creation. Its origins are even older than many innate gods and demons.

Its fruit blossoms once every three thousand epochs, bears fruit once every three thousand epochs, and takes another three thousand epochs to mature. In the shortest ten thousand epochs, it only yields thirty fruits. Its effects cannot be summarized by the life-extending legends of the mortal world.

Lifespan has long lost its meaning for beings who have already attained immortality and become Golden Immortals; there has never been a Golden Immortal who died of old age.

The reason why ginseng fruit is regarded as a treasure among treasures by all the gods and Buddhas is because its fruit contains an abundance of spirituality that is indescribable and close to the origin of the Great Dao.

Just taking one pill can significantly advance a Golden Immortal's cultivation level, allow a Great Luo Golden Immortal to take a solid half-step forward, and even have some effect on a Primordial Saint, though the effect is relatively weak.

This single ginseng fruit was enough to make Lu Sheng kick Xiao Yan and Lin Dong aside, and then chase after Wang Lin and Bai Xiaochun.

Russell looked at a spot where the fruit trees were bare and, remembering that something seemed to be missing from the temple, casually asked, "By the way, where is Qingfeng and Mingyue?"

Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and smiled, "At this time, the world has only recently been created, and their true spirits have not yet been conceived and born in this world."

Russell suddenly understood, nodded, and then turned his gaze to the ginseng fruit that had been prepared for him on the stone table. Without any pretense, he picked it up and put it in his mouth.

The ginseng fruit melted in his mouth, transforming into a warm and vast torrent that instantly flowed into Russell's primordial spirit fruit.

With that one bite, all the Russells in the myriad worlds were moved, and they seemed to have a closer connection with the World Tree in the Russell Great World.

Russell raised an eyebrow and looked up at Zhen Yuanzi, only to see that Zhen Yuanzi was still smiling. When he saw Russell looking at him, he was slightly taken aback, and then returned the gaze with an inquiring look: "Fellow Daoist?"

After a moment of silence, Russell shook his head, said it was nothing, and continued to digest the information with his eyes closed.

After Russell's Daoist aura gradually subsided and his eyes became more restrained and profound, clearly indicating that he had completely absorbed the effects of the ginseng fruit, Zhen Yuanzi slowly put down his teacup and asked, "Fellow Daoist, do you know why I invited you here today?"

"Fellow Daoist, please speak frankly."

Big shots like to be mysterious and shrouded in mystery, but Russell clearly had no interest in guessing.

If you have something to say, just say it directly. If you beat around the bush and make me guess, I'll just turn around and leave.

Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi stopped keeping him in suspense and asked, "Does fellow Daoist know the truth about this world?"

"I'd like to hear the details." Russell perked up. Although he had some guesses in his mind, who could be sure about guesses? Wouldn't it be foolish not to look up the answers if he had them? Speaking of this, he couldn't hold back anymore. He had been merging well with the myriad worlds.

It's important to understand that for a transmigrator, the most important thing is having a cheat ability, followed by having control over the world's plot.

Now it's all a mess.

There's a saying that goes something like this: what should have been a leisurely and effortless affair has turned into a frantic, stumbling scramble...

Zhen Yuanzi raised his hand and gently tapped the table, and universes appeared one after another.

According to his description, this world originated from a dream of a transcendent being.

The path cultivated by this transcendent being is in harmony with all the heavens and the myriad realms, which is why other transcendent beings can make a great deal of work in His dreams.

Just as Russell had initially guessed, this world was an opportunity for all those who were not yet transcendent and willing to participate.

Compared to the original world where only one transcendent being existed per era, this world can accommodate multiple transcendent beings simultaneously.

"You mean those seven primordial purple energies?" Russell asked.

When discussing the primordial world, whether one is a transmigrator, a reincarnated person, or a native, the seven streams of Primordial Purple Qi that can lead to becoming a Heavenly Saint are an unavoidable topic.

"Yes and no." Zhen Yuanzi smiled and said, "The seven primordial purple energies are the key to achieving the other shore, and only those on the other shore are qualified to talk about transcendence."

Detachment, what is detachment?

Unknowable, undiscussable, unpredictable; all emptiness sees me, and I see all emptiness.

Step back and look down on everything.

They truly roam the myriad realms, unaffected by any changes in timelines or world lines.

In modern terms, it's like being halfway to the realm of an author.

The myriad realms exist as you see them; if you believe they are illusory, then they are illusory. The world is what I think it is.

Such a realm is something that even someone as accomplished as him at the pinnacle of the other shore can only gaze upon from afar.

If he hadn't encountered this world's renewed destiny, he probably would have wasted countless more eons.

Russell was silent for a moment, then asked, "How many more beings like you, fellow Daoist, have descended to this world?"

According to Zhen Yuanzi, besides the main characters of the heavens, many prehistoric giants also retained their own memories.

"Fellow Daoist, are you asking about those on the other shore, or all of them?" Zhen Yuanzi laughed. "If you're talking about those on the other shore, the Queen Mother of the West could be considered one."

After speaking, Russell abruptly turned his head, only to meet a gaze directed at him.

It was a supreme and noble female immortal in palace attire. She sat high on her throne, her face obscured, and boundless wonders appeared. Phoenixes and azure luan danced and sang softly, exuding an aura of domineering arrogance.

Those on the other side have no secrets; even in the midst of words, one can capture her gaze.

"You old Taoist priest, you're making fun of me again."

A voice, indifferent yet arrogant, rang out, and Zhen Yuanzi could only force a smile.

This person is extraordinary. Although he failed to compete with the Three Pure Ones for the Dao Fruit, he is still the oldest being in fact. The benefits he will gain from the fusion of all worlds this time will be no less than his.

"And there's also the Netherworld Cult Leader of the Asura Blood Sea."

As soon as he finished speaking, another gaze fell upon him.

Deep within the sea of ​​blood, a white-haired man in a blood-red robe, embracing two swords, sat atop a blood lotus, his boundless demonic energy traversing the eight wastelands and filling the four corners of heaven and earth.

The Lord of the Underworld, or the Lord of the Styx, took form in the Underworld Blood Sea that was formed from Pangu's navel. He wielded the Yuan Tu and Abi swords and the Twelve-Petaled Karmic Fire Red Lotus. He had cultivated 480 million Blood God Child clones and was known as "The Blood Sea Never Dries Up, the Styx Never Dies." He was the number one killer below the Saint.

Compared to the Queen Mother of the West, the Netherworld Cult Leader's reaction was much more direct: "Does this old Taoist want to have a fight with me?"

"How dare I, how dare I?" Zhen Yuanzi waved his hand sheepishly.

The power of the Great Tribulation has now reached its peak. With his current level of only Great Luo, even if he possesses the Earth Book, it is hard to guarantee that he will not be drawn into it.

The Lord of the Underworld wields two swords and is untouched by karma; he cannot do that.

"I am merely introducing you two to Fellow Daoist Luo," Zhen Yuanzi said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, both the Queen Mother of the West and the Lord of the Underworld snorted coldly and said no more.

Without Russell, this world would not have opened, and they would all be trapped in the timeline, unable to extricate themselves.

In every sense, they all owe Russell a debt of cause and effect.

"Fellow Daoist, it's best to listen less to this old Daoist's idle chatter," said the Queen Mother of the West.

"Fellow Daoist, why don't you join that Human Dao Ancestor Dragon in my Blood Sea?" The Netherworld Cult Leader's words also contained a strong intention to win him over.

Since Hongjun is not in this realm, the Zixiao Palace does not exist.

Therefore, the seven strands of primordial purple energy will appear in the form of descending from the sky.

The locations of the remaining five paths are still unclear, but two of them will definitely appear around Russell and Mengqi respectively.

It should be noted that although they are all of the Hunyuan nature, they can only use the Dao of the Great Luo here. This can be considered an unwritten but mandatory rule.

Among the Great Luo, both Kong Xuan, who was invincible in later generations, and Donghuang Taiyi, who returned, were opponents that they could take seriously.

It's also thanks to the absence of the Great Celestial Venerable and the Twelve Ancestral Witches in this realm; otherwise, the struggle for the Primordial Purple Qi alone would have caused them a great deal of trouble.

There are too many variables in the Great Luo, leaving them too little time to plan and strategize. Now that things have come to this, they can only rely on their own abilities.

At the end of this great calamity, a wisp of primordial purple energy appeared in the world. No one knows whether this wisp will be an opportunity for Meng Qi and Luo Su.

Even though the Queen Mother of the West has already gathered many cultivators from the original Chan Sect, and the Lord of the Underworld has already created the Asura and Rakshasa races, time is of the essence.

Leaving aside the future rise of the demon race, just looking at the humans currently active in the Southern Continent is already a huge challenge.

Not to mention, they vaguely sensed that after the initial calamity of the Dragon-Han era, the human race would become the new generation of race favored by heaven and earth.

At this juncture, if an alliance could be formed with Russell, the Lord of Calamity, and the Ancestral Dragon of Humanity, then their future military might would be the inevitable outcome. (End of Chapter)