Primordial Chaos: I, Dijiang, will never accept this calamity!

Chapter 136 The Devastated Primordial World

"Since you've already sensed it, there's no need to say anything more."

"Take advantage of the time you have now and cultivate yourself properly."

"In the face of destruction, all beings are equal."

The power of humanity is also the power of all living beings.

As the ruler of humanity, Tongtian faced immense pressure.

But he didn't think about it much at the moment; instead, he focused on comprehending his own Dao of Intercepting the Sword.

The gains this time were simply too great; it was an unimaginable fortune.

It's practically on par with my attainment of the Lord of Humanity.

And if he didn't open the Great Dao, he didn't know how long he would have to cultivate to achieve such wealth.

Therefore, Tongtian doesn't care about the destruction of the world or not. Now that the heavenly secrets are in chaos, everyone is just trying to protect themselves.

As a cultivator of the Great Dao of Intercepting Swords, even he himself didn't know if he could find a glimmer of hope in this mortal world.

"I see!!"

The king, seeing this, understood the king's intentions.

So he left immediately.

On Mount Taixu.

Hongjun's aura was chaotic, and he looked extremely disheveled.

He looked like a disheveled old beggar.

But at this moment, his eyes were bright and piercing.

"I never imagined that what I thought would be a piece of cake would turn out to be so dangerous."

Upon entering Mount Taixu, Hongjun saw the world-destroying millstone he had longed for.

However, he also suffered an unparalleled attack, and the devastating blow was something that he, a half-step Great Dao cultivator, could not withstand.

Fortunately, he managed to get what he wanted despite sacrificing one of his own bodies.

"Is it coming out yet???"

Countless corpses are buried in Mount Taixu.

When Pangu slew three thousand gods and demons, the blood essence that fell from his body created countless terrifying magical treasures.

The long-sealed barrier has now been completely opened.

Those three thousand gods and demons actually awakened at the same time!

Seeing that the seal was about to break, Hongjun left the place without hesitation.

And Mount Taixu underwent tremendous changes.

The enormous Mount Taixu is slowly beginning to shrink.

It's like a leaky balloon, but when the air leaks out to its limit...

Mount Taixu has started to expand again.

This cycle repeated itself for countless millennia!

In the primordial chaos, all living beings fought and struggled.

Since the battle at the Pangu Palace, the Heavenly Dao has sought to reclaim its authority over Heaven and Earth.

The consequence was that the primordial world no longer had a ruler.

Of course, as the power of the Heavenly Court became more and more centralized, the stars that had lost their luster were somehow reborn from nowhere.

The changing seasons, the twenty-four solar terms, the movement of the sun and moon, and the arrangement of the stars.

The world seems to have improved, but all living beings feel that cultivation is becoming increasingly difficult.

Throughout countless ages, Golden Immortals were as common as dogs, and Great Immortals roamed the land.

On the mountaintop, a quasi-saint also stomped his foot.

But over the course of countless millennia, with rampant killing and death, trust has long since vanished in the face of life and death.

The calamity has long since faded, but that malevolent aura remains omnipresent.

Furthermore, the Heavenly Court's policies underwent a major change, and the centralized authority disregarded the suffering of humankind.

Even ascension from the mortal realm has become a luxury.

As a result, the Heavenly Court became increasingly prosperous, while the land beneath it became increasingly desolate.

In hell, evil spirits roam freely.

Over the course of countless millennia, the entire underworld has been filled with all sorts of ghosts and spirits.

Because of the laws of Heaven, every day there are unjustly killed beings in Hell.

Long queues had already formed on the six realms.

Looking at it, you can't see the end of it.

The Meng Po soup on the Bridge of Helplessness is being prepared day and night, yet it still cannot meet the current demand.

The reason for these phenomena is the existence of the Six Sages of the Earthly Path.

On the day Rahu announced the end of the world, the Six Sages of the Underground also disappeared into the Underground.

Nobody knows where they are, and nobody knows what they are doing.

For countless years, the underworld has continued to use the same rules and regulations as before.

But the number of ghosts is increasing, while the power to suppress them is decreasing.

Even some of the more powerful hellish creatures seemed to have sensed this and avoided coming out.

Over countless years, the more this accumulated, the less likely anyone would dare to act rashly without the intervention of a sage.

Even Meng Po, who went from a beautiful young girl to an old woman with white hair from boiling soup, can only keep going.

Who told her that she was the only one in the entire hell who had the authority to make soup?

What was originally a lucrative and meritorious job has now become the most exhausting position in the entire hell.

Heaven's way is to cultivate its own virtue; there is no place for ghosts to rest in hell.

And the human world.

It's not much better.

Heaven has reclaimed its authority, and humanity is flourishing in the human world.

King Zhou created martial arts and ushered in the prosperous Wulong era.

While the world is thriving, the killing also begins silently.

In the marketplace, above the dynasty.

Because of their martial arts practice, they could fight to the death over a single disagreement.

On the streets and alleys, the most common sight is a death warrant.

The bulletin board was covered with announcements that no longer referred to criminals, but rather the heir of a major sect, who was now going to fight to the death with a disciple of an immortal sect.

Are kings and nobles born with a special destiny?!

Even a common man, in a fit of rage, can storm the government office.

Since the golden age of martial arts, there have been no more secrets to cultivation in the world.

King Zhou's original intention was for everyone to be like a dragon.

But even a king is not omnipotent; he cannot overcome the selfish desires of the human heart.

Without external pressure, all living things began the most basic instinct of 'protecting their food'!

For powerful cultivators, tens of thousands of years is merely a blink of an eye.

After King Zhou completely destroyed the Zhou Dynasty, he also went into seclusion with the Tongtian Dao Master.

All human affairs were entrusted to the ministers of the Yin-Shang dynasty.

The minister had no selfish motives, but he couldn't resist the fact that he had children, descendants, disciples, and so on.

The first generation of ministers is meritorious, the second generation is good at maintaining the status quo, but the third generation is full of corrupt officials.

With the emergence of a system that prioritizes martial prowess over civil virtue, traditional human ethics, laws, and rules were gradually replaced by power.

Instead, a different voice emerged in the world.

Fist is power!

The stronger one is, the greater one's power and the greater one's gains.

As for the effort involved, who cares about the consequences?

This was true for the entire Shang Dynasty, let alone for me personally.

All living things, without needing three generations, have already fallen completely into the most primal slaughter.

The father wanted to kill his son and take his wife.

The son wanted to kill his father and seize his property.

The wife wanted to kill her husband and seize his property.

The husband wanted to kill his wife to seize her wealth.

All of this has caused the entire world to be shrouded in an invisible smoke of war.

"The emergence of the Three Thousand Great Paths has had a truly enormous impact!!"

Inside the Pangu Hall.

Looking at the devastated and barren land, Dijiang naturally knew why it had become like this.

The vessel of the Great Dao is chaos.

Now, the primordial world has been established amidst chaos, and the three thousand Great Daos are about to be born.

As the saying goes, if one's virtue is not commensurate with one's position, one will inevitably be misled by evil spirits.

This prodigy is not a demon, but one of the Three Thousand Great Daos.

Those who are not from my territory will surely have different hearts.

Besides these three thousand Great Daos, the external wars of conquest are also about to begin.

However, the three paths of Heaven, Earth, and Man have always avoided each other, instead focusing their efforts on seeking their own Great Dao.

(End of this chapter)