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

Outside Biyou Palace, the sea of ​​clouds surged endlessly, and the azure sword energy still flowed slowly in the void.

Chen Changsheng did not delay for a moment.

He focused his mind, and nine-colored lightning patterns appeared around his body as he stepped out of the gate of Biyou Palace.

The void beneath their feet shattered instantly, layer by layer.

The pressure of a half-step Grand Luo Golden Immortal erupted without reservation, transforming into a purple-gold stream of light that shot straight into the sky.

This movement caused violent ripples throughout the entire primordial world's laws.

On the East China Sea, countless waves roared.

Chen Changsheng activated his full speed, which was more than a hundred times faster than that of an ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortal. In the blink of an eye, he had already crossed the coast of the East Sea and traversed the Central Plains.

The mountains and rivers below receded rapidly.

His goal was very clear. He didn't linger on the vast land at all, but instead sped straight up to the heavens.

In the first level, the howling wind and biting cold were easily shattered by the Great Dao Thunder Armor protecting Chen Changsheng's body.

In the fifth heaven, divine thunder roared from the nine heavens. With a slight activation of the Thunder Emperor's Treasure Technique, the thunderous storm actually became his boost, propelling his speed to new heights.

The Ninth Heaven, the Eighteenth Heaven, the Twenty-Fourth Heaven...

Chen Changsheng advanced with unstoppable momentum, heading straight for the Thirty-Third Heaven.

This blatant act of making no attempt to conceal its movements drew a long, purple-gold rainbow across the calm, primordial sky.

Such a massive spectacle instantly attracted the attention of all the top experts in the entire prehistoric world.

Kunlun Mountain, Yuxu Palace.

Yuanshi Tianzun sat atop the Nine Dragons Sandalwood Chariot, the purple-gold figure rushing forward clearly reflected in the water mirror before him.

The Heavenly Venerable of Primordial Beginning frowned deeply, forming a "川" (river) shape.

The Antarctic Immortal stood to the side, cautiously observing the water mirror, and couldn't help but whisper, "Master, this junior Chen Changsheng just returned to Golden Turtle Island, why did he turn around and head straight for the Thirty-Three Heavens?"

"That brute Tongtian just suffered a great loss at the Fire Cloud Cave. Why isn't he hiding in the Biyou Palace? What's he doing running off to the Outer Heavens?"

The Taoist Ran Deng's eyelids twitched wildly, and he felt a strange chill run down his spine.

He had personally witnessed just how terrifying the great formation in Fire Cloud Cave was.

Even the Tongtian Cult Leader, wielding the Four Swords of Zhuxian, failed in his all-out attack. What use would Chen Changsheng be if he went to the Thirty-Three Heavens alone?

The Primordial Celestial Venerable tapped the jade ruyi lightly with his fingertips, and the sage's divine thoughts rapidly deduced the secrets of heaven.

However, the heavenly secrets were in complete chaos, making it impossible to deduce Chen Changsheng's intentions.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable snorted coldly, "If Tongtian can't break the great formation, this brat must have panicked. Above the Thirty-Three Heavens is the boundary of Chaos; does he think he can find a magic pill to break the formation in the Outer Heavens?"

"Master, do you think he... could he be planning to go to Zixiao Palace?" Daoist Ran Deng suddenly whispered a guess.

Upon hearing this, the hall fell silent.

A strange light flashed in Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes, which then turned into a cold laugh: "Zixiao Palace? After the Dao Ancestor merged with the Dao, Zixiao Palace was hidden in the depths of the vast chaos, and only a sage could sense its location."

"Even if he is a half-step Hunyuan, he will be completely in the dark once he enters the Chaos."

"If the Dao Ancestor does not see him, even if he searches in the chaos for tens of thousands of years, he will never be able to touch the threshold of Zixiao Palace."

Meanwhile, in the west, Mount Sumeru.

Both Zhunti Daoist and Jieyin Daoist were looking at the water curtain formed by the condensation of Buddha's light.

Zhunti Daoist stroked his chin, his eyes darting around, a hint of amusement on his face: "Interesting, truly interesting."

"Tongtian returned to the East Sea after being humiliated, and Chen Changsheng immediately turned his attention to the Thirty-Three Heavens."

"Senior brother, Yuanshi just guessed that this kid is going to Zixiao Palace, what do you think?"

The Daoist Guide, with a calm expression, spoke as he turned his prayer beads: "In the Three Realms, besides the one who set up the array, perhaps only the Dao Ancestor himself could unravel that ancient and mysterious array."

"As one of the Three Pure Ones, Tongtian was naturally too ashamed to complain to Zixiao Palace after he encountered a setback at Huoyun Cave."

"Sending Chen Changsheng is perfectly reasonable."

Upon hearing this, Daoist Zhunti chuckled, his tone full of schadenfreude: "So what if it's reasonable?"

"The chaos is so vast that even a Great Luo Golden Immortal can be torn apart by its violent chaotic energy."

"How could a junior possibly enter the Dao Ancestor's secluded cultivation place so easily?"

"Let's just sit here and watch the show, see how this kid runs into trouble in this mess."

The two Western saints smiled at each other, and the weight on their hearts was finally lifted.

In their view, sealing off Huoyun Cave was an irreversible dead end.

The fortunes of the Shang Dynasty are being severed. If this drags on, Xiqi will surely rebel, and the grand plan of the Chan Sect and the Western Sect can proceed smoothly.

Even if Chen Changsheng ran himself ragged, he couldn't stir up any trouble.

Above the Thirty-Three Heavens, at the edge of the celestial realm.

Chen Changsheng's figure suddenly stopped in the clouds.

Before them lay a colossal barrier stretching between heaven and earth; beyond the barrier lay a hazy, boundless void of chaos.

The raging chaotic winds tore wildly outside the barrier, emitting a deafening roar like ghosts howling.

Chen Changsheng took a deep breath, glanced back at the primordial world below, and his eyes became unusually calm.

Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his hand and tore apart the celestial barrier, stepping into the chaos.

Icy.

Desolate.

tyrannical.

The moment he stepped into the chaotic void, an overwhelming surge of chaotic energy rushed toward Chen Changsheng like a tidal wave.

The chaotic laws here are disordered and disorganized. There is no time, no space, and even the sense of direction, up, down, left, and right, is completely erased in an instant.

If an ordinary Golden Immortal were to accidentally fall into it, he would instantly be reduced to nothingness by the violent chaotic energy.

Chen Changsheng remained calm. His primordial power trembled slightly, and the Great Dao Thunder Armor appeared on his body. The nine-colored thunder patterns transformed into an indestructible light shield, repelling all the surrounding raging chaotic energy.

However, while blocking the chaotic airflow is easy, determining the direction is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Chen Changsheng stood suspended in the hazy void, looking around at the swirling gray mist all around him.

The divine sense had barely ventured ten thousand miles into the body when it was brutally shredded by the chaotic rules of disorder.

"Just as Master said, there is no record of years in the chaos, nor are there any coordinates."

Chen Changsheng secretly plotted in his heart.

Although he possessed the cultivation of a half-step Grand Luo Golden Immortal and his combat power was even capable of directly confronting a Saint's incarnation despite being of a higher level, he had not yet truly attained the Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm.

Without the status of a Heavenly Sage, one cannot use the power of the Heavenly Dao to locate the Zixiao Palace.

Zixiao Palace is the Daoist temple of Dao Ancestor Hongjun. After he merged with the Heavenly Dao, the temple became one with the chaos and floated aimlessly.

Without the right affinity, even if one searches in the chaos for millions of years, one may only be going around in circles.