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

Outside the Fire Cloud Cave lies a hidden void deep within the primordial central region.

This is the residence of the three emperors of the human race, a place where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is most abundant and pure. Ordinary cultivators cannot even sense the existence of this space, and even a Great Luo Golden Immortal cannot reach its edge without knowing its exact coordinates.

At this moment, three figures were hovering in front of the spatial barrier surrounding the Fire Cloud Cave, each occupying a position, their hands constantly flashing spells.

The Taoist Ran Deng resides in the due north direction.

The vice leader of the Chan Sect had auspicious clouds surging above his head, and the World-Destroying Glazed Flame Banner in his hand was planted on a void node. Large areas of restrictive runes spread out from the banner, layer upon layer, and adhered to the surface of the spatial barrier of the Fire Cloud Cave.

His face was solemn, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

It wasn't because setting up the formation consumed too much magic power, but because he had never felt at ease.

Chen Changsheng.

This name had been swirling in the mind of Daoist Ran Deng the whole way. From the moment he set off from Kunlun Mountain until now, what kept replaying in his mind was the pitiful appearance of True Man Taiyi—his three flowers had been cut off, his Dao foundation was completely destroyed, and he was carried back to Jade Void Palace like a cripple.

The master's three incarnations were shattered by a single spear thrust.

Even the Pangu Banner couldn't subdue that kid.

The Taoist Ran Deng swallowed hard, and his hand gestures quickened by a third.

"Fellow Daoist Ran Deng, your progress is too slow."

A deep, resonant voice came from the southeast. Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva sat cross-legged on a golden lotus platform, the wisdom jewel in his hand radiating a soft Buddhist light, inscribing the Western Religion's sealing and restriction on the spatial barrier.

This great Bodhisattva of the Western religion has a dignified and solemn appearance. His golden body reflects thousands of rays of Buddha light under the sunlight, and he looks very compassionate.

But the words he uttered were anything but compassionate.

"The Sage Zhunti instructed that this sealing formation must be completed within three hours. If it drags on and is discovered by the Jie Sect or the Heavenly Court, we won't be able to leave."

The Taoist Ran Deng gave him a disapproving look.

You're just talking without understanding the situation.

He cursed inwardly, but dared not offend this important figure from the Western religion, so he could only silently speed up.

"Antarctica, how's it going over there?" Ran Deng called out towards the southwest.

The voice of the Antarctic Immortal drifted from afar, tinged with obvious tension: "Senior Brother Burning Lamp, I've sealed 70% of the nodes on my side, but the backlash from the Qi within the Fire Cloud Cave is too strong; my magic power can't suppress it."

"We have to suppress it, even if we can't." Daoist Ran Deng gritted his teeth. "Master's decree is very clear: Huoyun Cave must be sealed off. As long as the Three Sovereigns are not isolated, the fate of the human race will not be shaken."

As he said this, he suddenly pressed his palm down in the void, and another restrictive rune was imprinted on the spatial barrier.

A faint sound of vibrating zither strings could be heard coming from inside the Fire Cloud Cave; it sounded very mournful.

The Fuxi Qin is mourning.

The human race's destiny is being gradually severed from its connection with the outside world by these blockades and restrictions. With each severance, a string of the Fuxi Qin breaks.

Upon hearing this voice, Daoist Ran Deng felt a chill run down his spine, but he still gritted his teeth and continued setting up the formation.

"Faster, faster..."

He silently chanted in his mind, pushing his magical power to its limit.

Just as the sealing formation was nearly 80% complete, Daoist Ran Deng suddenly stopped.

He sensed something.

An extremely terrifying aura was approaching the Fire Cloud Cave at an alarming speed.

That aura was vast and domineering, carrying the savagery of thunder and the chilling coldness of killing. Even before it got close, it had already made the laws of heaven and earth within a thousand miles creak and groan.

The Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta also sensed it.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the Buddha's light from the Wisdom Pearl flickered intensely twice.

"This aura—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Bang!

The void above the outer perimeter of the Fire Cloud Cave suddenly shattered, and a huge spatial rift cleaved down from the sky, with chaotic air currents surging violently from both sides of the rift.

A purple-gold figure stepped out from the crack, its body surrounded by surging nine-colored Dao lightning patterns, and the overwhelming pressure of a half-step Hunyuan realm cultivator crashed down.

Chen Changsheng.

He wasn't alone.

Kong Xuan followed closely behind, his five-colored divine light unfolding behind him, his quasi-saint level aura pouring out into the world without any concealment.

The six-eared macaque perched atop an iron rod that appeared out of nowhere, its two long ears standing upright, a wild fruit it had picked from who-knows-where dangling from its mouth, and its monkey eyes gleaming with cunning.

The figures of the Seven Monsters of Meishan emerged one after another from the void rift, with Yuan Hong leading the way, his white robes fluttering and his whole body surging with demonic energy.

Jin Dasheng, Dai Li, Zhu Zizhen, Wu Long, Chang Hao, and Yang Xian took their positions, firmly sealing off the sky above the outer perimeter of Huoyun Cave.

Further away, in the direction of the East China Sea, a colossal black shadow blotted out the sky, its golden flames burning among the clouds on its wings.

Golden-winged Roc.

The core fighting force of the Law Enforcement Heavenly God Temple was almost entirely mobilized.

Upon witnessing this scene, the color drained completely from the face of the Taoist Ran Deng within three breaths.

How did he get here so quickly?

Even if a Quasi-Saint traveled at full speed from Chentang Pass to Huoyun Cave, it would take at least half an hour. They set off from Kunlun Mountain, concealing their tracks all the way, and only arrived in less than two hours, with the formation just over 80% complete.

How did Chen Changsheng calculate the timing so accurately? And how did he manage to gather so many people in such a short time?

The Taoist Ran Deng's Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He turned to look at the Bodhisattva Mahasthamaprapta and found that the compassionate expression on the face of this great Bodhisattva of the Western Paradise had also frozen.

The Antarctic Immortal flew directly from where he had set up the formation, his voice filled with barely concealed panic: "Senior Brother Burning Lamp, what should we do?"

The Taoist Ran Deng did not answer.

Because Chen Changsheng had already spoken.

"Randeng, it's been a long time."

Chen Changsheng stood in the void, the God-Slaying Spear held horizontally beside him. His gaze swept from the Burning Lamp Daoist to the Great Strength Bodhisattva, and finally landed on the face of the Antarctic Immortal.

"The three of you are quite diligent."

These words were spoken lightly, but every word fell into the ears of the Taoist Ran Deng like a steel needle piercing his heart.

The palms of the Taoist Ran Deng were already covered in sweat.

He instinctively took a half step back, his mind racing.

beat?

How do I play?

The three incarnations of Yuanshi Tianzun were shattered by this man's spear, and the incarnation of Zhunti Daoist had already been destroyed on Mount Sumeru. If the incarnations of these two saints couldn't survive, what could he, a mere mid-stage Quasi-Saint, possibly use to fight them head-on?

Besides, Chen Changsheng wasn't the only one on the other side.

Kong Xuan, a quasi-saint, used his five-colored divine light to sweep away all magical treasures and supernatural powers in the world.

The Six-Eared Macaque, one of the Four Mischievous Monkeys, is good at listening, discerning reason, knowing the past and the future, and understanding all things.

The Seven Eccentrics of Meishan were all Great Immortals.

The Golden-Winged Roc is a descendant of the Phoenix.

This lineup is so formidable that few forces in the entire prehistoric world could withstand it.