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

"roll!"

His voice was icy, and every word struck Taiyi Zhenren's heart.

Upon hearing this, Taiyi Zhenren dared not linger any longer and quickly left the place.

"Master! Master!"

A chubby, fair-skinned figure rushed out of the courtyard gate, barefoot on the gravel ground, seemingly unconcerned about the discomfort, and pounced on Chen Changsheng with outstretched arms.

Nezha.

Chen Changsheng reached out and caught the chubby little boy, holding him steadily in his arms.

Nezha had the Qiankun Ring around his neck and the Hun Tian Ling wrapped around his stomach. When these two companion spiritual treasures came into contact with the Dao Thunder Patterns on Chen Changsheng's body, they emitted an intimate buzzing sound.

"Master, did you chase that bad Taoist priest away?" Nezha asked, blinking his big eyes.

Chen Changsheng nodded: "They drove them away."

"And what about that even bigger villain in the sky?"

"It was also shattered by my master."

Nezha clapped his little hands and giggled, "Master is the best!"

Li Jing, accompanied by Madam Yin and his two sons, walked out of the courtyard and knelt down with a thud.

"Your humble servant Li Jing, along with his entire family, kowtows in gratitude to the Imperial Preceptor, the Heavenly God, for saving our lives!"

Li Jinzha and Li Muzha kowtowed in unison, their foreheads hitting the ground heavily.

Lady Yin had just given birth, and her face was still pale, but her eyes were already red, and tears were streaming down her face. She was just a woman who had almost lost her life. If the Imperial Advisor hadn't arrived in time, her whole family would have perished here today.

Chen Changsheng held Nezha in one arm and supported him with the other.

"Li Jing, stand up and speak. You are a general of the Shang Dynasty, protecting the people of this region. There is no need for such a grand ceremony."

Li Jing stood up, his eyes red-rimmed, his voice still trembling: "Grand Preceptor, if it weren't for your arrival today, my entire Li family would have been..."

"Alright." Chen Changsheng waved his hand, interrupting him.

He looked down at Nezha in his arms, his gaze softening.

The reincarnation of Lingzhuzi possesses an innate Daoist physique, accompanied by the Qiankun Ring and the Hun Tian Ling. This child's talent is top-tier even in the entire prehistoric world; no wonder the Primordial Heavenly Lord went so far as to send an avatar to personally seize him.

Nezha.

"I'm here, Master!" Nezha leaned closer.

"From today onwards, you are officially accepted as my disciple and will become my last disciple, Chen Changsheng's last disciple."

As soon as Chen Changsheng finished speaking, the celestial phenomena above Chentang Pass suddenly changed.

The previously cracked gray sky accelerated its healing at this moment, and the sunlight broke through the clouds, shining into the courtyard of the General's Mansion and onto Nezha's chubby face.

Nezha jumped down from Chen Changsheng's arms, knelt on the ground with a thud, and kowtowed three times respectfully.

"Disciple Nezha greets Master!"

On the city wall of Chentang Pass, the soldiers guarding the city, who had just recovered from their fear, were stunned when they saw this scene. Then, someone shouted out.

"Long live the Imperial Preceptor, the Heavenly God!"

"Long live the Imperial Preceptor, the Heavenly God!"

One voice carried to ten, ten to a hundred, and the voices of soldiers and civilians throughout the city converged, surging towards the sky like a tidal wave.

Chen Changsheng stood in the center of the courtyard, with Nezha kneeling behind him to pay homage to his master, and Li Jing's entire family bowing in gratitude before him. In his ears were the shouts of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians from Chentang Pass.

On the surface of the East China Sea, the golden blood of the sage had not yet completely dissipated, shimmering with a dim golden light in the afterglow of the setting sun.

He looked up towards the Kunlun Mountains in the west, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.

This is only the beginning of the story.

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

Yuanshi Tianzun sat cross-legged on the Nine Dragons Sandalwood Chariot, his previously closed eyes suddenly opening wide.

Two beams of golden light shot out from the depths of his pupils, piercing through the dome of the main hall and soaring straight to the Thirty-Three Heavens. The next moment, his body trembled violently, and a trickle of golden blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The backlash from the destruction of the avatar has arrived.

The three incarnations were connected to the main body's energy channels. The moment the incarnations were pierced through the heart by the God-Slaying Spear, the main body of the Primordial Celestial Venerable simultaneously suffered the pain of his Dao Fruit shattering. Although this injury was not fatal to a sage, the humiliation of having his incarnation shattered in public was more unbearable than any other injury.

"Chen Changsheng..."

Yuanshi Tianzun slowly raised his hand and wiped away the trace of golden blood from the corner of his mouth.

His voice was soft, but the entire Kunlun Mountain trembled violently at that moment. The snow that had never melted for thousands of years collapsed from the peak, white cranes took flight in fright, and auspicious beasts cried out in sorrow.

Cracks appeared on the jade pillars of the main hall.

The Taiqing spiritual clouds surged and raged on the mountaintop, while the auspicious clouds of the heavens transformed into a thick, dark mass, enveloping the entire Jade Void Palace.

Guang Chengzi rushed in from the outer hall, and as soon as he crossed the threshold, he was so overwhelmed by the anger that he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

"Master! What happened?"

Yuanshi Tianzun did not answer.

His gaze pierced through the void, landing in the direction of Chen Tang Pass in the East Sea. There, tranquility had returned; the sky was clear and cloudless. His avatar had vanished into nothingness, leaving not a trace.

Guang Chengzi knelt at the foot of the jade steps, not daring to utter a sound.

The silence lasted for a long time.

Just as the air pressure inside the main hall had dropped to the point where Guang Chengzi was having difficulty breathing, a series of chaotic footsteps and noises came from the hall entrance.

"Let me in! Let me in! I want to see my master!"

A hoarse, off-key voice came from outside.

Guang Chengzi turned around and was stunned.

Two Golden Immortal disciples carried a blood-soaked, poorly clothed man staggering into the main hall. The man's head and face were covered in mud and dried blood scabs, his hair was disheveled, and his Taoist robe was torn into strips hanging on his body, making him look like he had crawled out of a garbage dump.

You can only see it clearly when you get closer.

It is Taiyi Zhenren.

Guang Chengzi's mouth was wide open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.

Although Taiyi Zhenren wasn't ranked among the Twelve Golden Immortals, he was still a respectable person. Now, however, he looked worse than an ordinary rogue cultivator, let alone a Golden Immortal.

Most importantly, Guang Chengzi scanned the spiritual energy fluctuations emanating from Taiyi Zhenren with his divine sense—

Gone.

Clean and spotless, not a single trace left.

His foundation collapsed, his cultivation was completely destroyed, and he was no different from an ordinary person.

"Junior brother, you..." Guang Chengzi's voice trembled.

Taiyi Zhenren knelt down with a thud at the foot of the jade steps, his knees hitting the white jade floor with a dull thud. He raised his face, which was covered in mud and blood, and looked at Yuanshi Tianzun on the high platform, and burst into tears.

"Master! Your disciple is utterly incompetent! The Pangu Banner has been knocked away! Your avatar has also been... also shattered by his spear!"

"My cultivation is completely gone! He destroyed my foundation! He sent me back to deliver this message!"

Taiyi Zhenren wept uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face, and lay on the ground trembling uncontrollably.

The main hall was deathly silent.

Guang Chengzi stood to the side, his expression shifting from shock to fear.

He secretly glanced at Yuanshi Tianzun's expression, then immediately lowered his head again, his heart pounding.

The expression on Yuanshi Tianzun's face was too calm.