Primordial Era: A man at the mouth of the Guanjiang River marries the Third Holy Mother.

A grand and ancient Daoist chant slowly emanated from the white jade throne.

Chen Changsheng did not directly explain the profound and unfathomable methods of the sages, but instead began with the most basic breathing techniques from the beginning of the creation of heaven and earth and the generation of yin and yang.

The half-step Primordial Golden Immortal Dao Fruit within his body began to circulate slightly, and the Chaos Seed deep within his sea of ​​consciousness emitted wisps of primordial Dao charm.

In an instant, strange phenomena appeared in the sky above the main peak.

Ten thousand golden lotuses appeared out of thin air, each lotus flower holding a profound Dao rune at its stamen.

A torrent of spiritual spring water gushed forth from the ground, transforming into white mist dragons that swirled and danced around the vast plaza.

Auspicious purple clouds drifted eastward for 30,000 miles, completely enveloping the core area of ​​the entire Penglai Immortal Island in a peaceful glow.

The ten disciples below listened with rapt attention.

The white-clad female immortal emitted a crisp sword sound. Her newly broken-through early Golden Immortal realm was quickly stabilized under the baptism of the Daoist sound in just a few words, and she even faintly moved towards the middle stage.

The dragon blood within the black-armored giant surged wildly, rapidly purifying the originally coarse demonic energy, and golden dragon scales appeared on the surface of his muscles.

Behind them, the plant and tree spirits at the Xuanxian and Tianxian realms were devouring the golden lotuses falling from the void.

With each swallow, their magical power surged, and many spirit beasts that were on the verge of transformation shed their beastly bodies and transformed into human form.

The Xuan Turtle Daoist sitting next to the divine throne was originally just watching from the sidelines with the intention of protecting the Dharma.

But as he listened, his expression completely changed.

The profound truths uttered by Chen Changsheng seemed unremarkable at first glance, but upon closer examination, they subtly resonated with the primordial laws that existed before the separation of chaos.

That kind of understanding of power and the rules of heaven and earth is something that ordinary quasi-saints simply cannot possess.

Even the explanations of certain subtle details made him, an ancient chaotic demon god, feel a glimmer of inspiration, and a subtle resonance arose within his quasi-saintly Dao fruit.

"This kid... he's not talking about Hongjun's Three Corpses Severing Path, but rather the most orthodox physical breakthrough and fusion with the laws!"

Xuan Gui Dao Ren was utterly horrified.

Back then, all three thousand mortals in Zixiao Palace were led by Dao Ancestor Hongjun to the path of severing their three corpses and becoming saints.

Only the great god Pangu took the dead-end path of proving his Dao through force.

Now, the method that Chen Changsheng is talking about, although it seems to have integrated the pure energy of the Xuanmen, is in its essence the domineering true meaning of breaking the heavens with force and being the only one who is supreme!

If this way were to spread to the outside world, it would likely be regarded as heresy by the Heavenly Dao!

However, within the Penglai Immortal Island, which is isolated from the perception of heavenly secrets, it has become the most suitable supreme path for these innate beings!

Xuan Gui Dao Ren took a deep breath, then slowly closed his eyes and began to use Chen Changsheng's Dao sound to sort out his newly reconstructed physical body.

Time flew by amidst the profound sounds of Taoism.

Time flies on the fairy island; a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye since the sermons were first given.

On this day, Chen Changsheng's Daoist voice suddenly shifted, changing from the Five Elements of Heaven and Earth to the killing techniques of the Thunder Dao.

"The way of Heaven is to take from the excess and give to the deficiency; the way of Thunder governs the punishments of Heaven and Earth, for destruction is also creation!"

Boom!

A thunderclap suddenly exploded in the sky.

Hundreds of millions of deep purple lightning bolts intertwined to form a massive lightning net above the main peak's sky.

The thunder did not carry a violent, destructive aura; instead, it flowed with boundless vitality and order.

Chen Changsheng closed his eyes slightly and gently tapped his fingertips downwards.

The lightning bolts transformed into raindrops of light, which flowed directly into the brows of all living beings in the square.

"This is one of my innate divine abilities, the true meaning of thunder punishment."

"Take good care of yourselves. If you encounter enemies in the future, you can use this lightning to ward off evil and dispel falsehoods, and protect yourselves."

Tens of thousands of creatures below shuddered in unison.

They only felt a tiny lightning mark appear between their eyebrows, and the speed at which their internal magical power circulated instantly increased several times over!

Click!

A dazzling flame suddenly burst forth from the three flowers atop the red-haired boy's head, and his cultivation level instantly broke through to the mid-stage of the Golden Immortal realm!

At the same time, the other nine disciples also experienced a surge in their auras, their bodies radiating flawless Daoist energy.

Behind the plaza, hundreds of Xuanxian beings broke through to the limit at this moment, drawing in the surrounding spiritual energy to form huge vortexes of spiritual energy.

The overall strength of the entire Penglai Immortal Island has increased several times over in just a hundred years!

Chen Changsheng stopped preaching and slowly opened his eyes.

The golden lotuses and purple mist gradually dissipated, and the entire fairy island returned to tranquility.

The myriad beings below awoke from their deep state of enlightenment, feeling the immense power within them, their eyes filled with fervor and worship.

"Thank you, Master, for your great kindness in imparting the Dao!"

"Thank you, Island Master, for your great kindness!"

The shouts were deafening.

Chen Changsheng raised his hand, and the square instantly fell silent again.

"The Daoist teachings have been transmitted, and the treasures have been bestowed."

Chen Changsheng's gaze fell on the ten nominal disciples, and his expression became serious.

"I have important matters to attend to, and I will be leaving the Immortal Island for a while soon."

"During this period, Bai Lan, Mo Jiao, and the other ten of you, together with the Deputy Island Master Xuan Gui, will reorganize the defensive array on the three islands and establish a sea patrol team. Without my decree, no outside cultivator may set foot on the Immortal Island."

"Anyone who trespasses shall be apprehended first and reported later; anyone who dares to resist shall be executed without mercy!"

As the last four words were spoken, a chilling, murderous aura spread across the front of the hall.

"Disciple obeys!"

The ten Golden Immortal disciples responded in unison, their killing intent palpable.

After arranging everything on the Immortal Island, Chen Changsheng stood up and turned to look at Xuan Gui Dao Ren.

"Senior, I'll leave this place to you."

Xuan Gui Dao Ren patted his chest and said confidently, "Young friend, you can go and do your important business with peace of mind. With me here, even if a saint's avatar comes, he won't be able to easily step into Penglai."

Chen Changsheng left Penglai to prepare for his wedding.

Meanwhile, in the extremely remote Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain, a meticulously planned game of chess aimed at the Great Tribulation of the Gods has finally reached a crucial step.

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

The entire sacred mountain was surrounded by auspicious clouds, with cranes calling out and mythical beasts galloping about.

However, deep within this seemingly peaceful sacred site, the atmosphere inside the main hall was unusually oppressive.

Yuanshi Tianzun sat atop the Nine Dragons Sandalwood Chariot, with auspicious clouds rolling above his head and countless jewels and golden lamps hanging down.

The saint's face, so majestic and imposing, was expressionless at this moment, his eyes as deep as a bottomless abyss.

At the foot of the steps in the center of the main hall, an old Taoist priest, dressed in a gray robe and with white hair and beard, was kneeling respectfully on the ground.

The old Taoist priest had an honest and kind face, but his cultivation level was extremely awkward. He had been cultivating for decades, but he had only just reached the peak of the Earth Immortal realm. He had not even been able to cross the threshold of the Heavenly Immortal realm.

It was Jiang Ziya, the one from the Chan Sect who was responsible for dealing with the calamity.

Jiang Ziya lowered his head, looking at the cold floor of the Jade Void Palace, and felt a chill run down his spine.