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

Chen Changsheng never imagined that he would one day get lost in the chaos.

This place is not fit for the living.

There was no up or down, no left or right, and even the concept of time became blurred. A divine sense that had traveled less than ten thousand miles was torn to shreds by the raging chaotic rules, leaving not even a echo.

"Fuck it."

Chen Changsheng cursed inwardly.

The Great Dao Thunder Armor on his body shimmered with light, and the nine-colored thunder patterns moved like living things, pushing away wave after wave of chaotic energy that tried to erode his flesh.

It was only because of his powerful physical body and near-Primordial Chaos magic that he could stand firm in this hellish place. An ordinary Great Luo Golden Immortal would probably not have lasted even a single breath before being assimilated into the chaos.

But what's the use of standing firm?

He's like someone who's been blindfolded and thrown into the desert, unable to even find north.

Zixiao Palace?

Grandmaster Tongtian Jiaozhu speaks so lightly, but the Dao Ancestor's Daoist temple is not so easy to find.

Chen Changsheng tried to activate the Thunder Emperor's Treasure Technique, attempting to sense the order within the chaos through the laws of thunder.

It was all for naught.

The laws here are completely chaotic, a complete mess. When he threw his lightning magic into it, it was like throwing a pebble into the ocean; it couldn't even create a ripple.

He then tried to take out the invincible treasure-digging shovel.

This thing can ignore all restrictions and rules, but the problem is that Zixiao Palace is not even a target for him now, and the shovel has no "treasure" to lock onto.

Chen Changsheng shoveled at the chaotic scene a couple of times, but nothing happened except for a few wisps of gray air.

"Are we really going to be completely lost here?"

He frowned, feeling a bit irritated.

He was still waiting for news at Huoyun Cave. The three emperors of the human race were trapped, and the fortunes of the Shang Dynasty were in grave danger. Every moment he wasted here could make the situation worse.

Kunlun Mountain Yuxu Palace.

Yuanshi Tianzun looked at the figure in the water mirror that was spinning around in the chaos like a headless fly, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"Foolish brat, do you really think Zixiao Palace is a marketplace where you can go wherever you want?"

"If the Dao Ancestor does not wish to see you, even if you turn into withered bones in the chaos, you will not be able to find the palace gate."

Mount Sumeru in the West.

The Daoist Zhunti, beaming with delight, slapped his thigh and said to the Daoist Jieyin beside him, "Senior brother, look! This kid's getting anxious! He's getting anxious!"

"He's been wandering around in chaos, consuming a huge amount of magical power, and he can't find his way. I think it won't be long before he has to slink back to the primordial world in disgrace."

The guide, his face filled with sorrow, slowly nodded: "This is destiny. The events at Fire Cloud Cave cannot be reversed by his own efforts alone."

In the chaotic void.

Chen Changsheng stopped, hovering in a deathly gray mist.

He knew that things couldn't continue like this.

He forced himself to calm down, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes.

Since we can't find it, we'll stop looking.

He began to recall the scene when Hongjun Daozu personally bestowed upon him the title of Xuanmen Protector in Zixiao Palace.

That identity was given to me by the Dao Ancestor.

He is in charge of the laws and regulations of the Xuanmen sect and oversees the three religions!

This identity is his greatest asset on this trip!

Chen Changsheng sank his mind into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, visualizing the Dharma Protector Mark personally bestowed by Hongjun.

"Disciple Chen Changsheng, in the name of the Protector of the Xuanmen, humbly requests an audience with the Dao Ancestor!"

His voice did not travel outside his body, but rather resonated within his soul, calling out to the endless chaos.

Once, twice, three times...

Chaos remained silent and still, offering no response.

Chen Changsheng's heart sank little by little.

Is it possible that even this method won't work? Does the Dao Ancestor really not intend to get involved in this matter?

Just as a thought of despair flashed through his mind.

hum!

In the depths of chaos, hundreds of millions of miles ahead, a faint purple light suddenly shone without warning.

The light was initially only the size of a pinhead, but it instantly pierced through layers of chaotic mist and clearly entered Chen Changsheng's eyes.

That purple hue was both warm and majestic, carrying a supreme charm that transcended all laws.

Chen Changsheng suddenly opened his eyes, his breath catching in his throat.

coming!

Without the slightest hesitation, he transformed into a streak of light and sped off towards the direction where the purple light had appeared.

This time, the raging chaotic airflow seemed to lose its resistance and flowed gently around him.

That purple light was like an unchanging coordinate, always guiding him forward no matter how fast he flew.

I don't know how long it flew, perhaps a moment, or perhaps millions of years.

When Chen Changsheng stopped, he was completely stunned by the scene before him.

An ancient and magnificent celestial palace floats silently in the gray chaos.

It did not release a dazzling radiance, nor did it exert any earth-shattering pressure. It simply stayed there in an ordinary manner, yet it seemed to be the center of this chaotic world, the source of all paths, and the end of the laws.

On the palace plaque, three ancient characters emitted a faint purple light, each character containing boundless Taoist charm.

Zixiao Palace!

Chen Changsheng took a deep breath, straightened his Taoist robe, and strode to the tightly closed palace gate.

He knelt down on both knees and respectfully kowtowed three times towards the palace gate.

"Chen Changsheng, a disciple of the Jie Sect, requests an audience with Dao Ancestor Hongjun!"

His voice carried through the silent chaos, clear and firm.

next moment.

squeak-

The heavy stone door, which seemed to have never been opened since time immemorial, slowly and automatically opened a crack inward.

An old, indifferent voice, devoid of any emotion, came from the crack in the door.

"Come in."

Upon hearing these three words, Chen Changsheng's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled back into his stomach.

Bet right.

The Daoist Ancestor indeed agreed to see him.

He stood up, dusted off his knees, and with a sense of pilgrimage, stepped through the gates of Zixiao Palace.

Inside the gate was a vast, empty hall.

There were no carved beams and painted rafters, no magnificent gold and jade decorations, and not even the futons and incense burners that are usually required in a Taoist temple.

The entire hall was a void, with a deep starry sky beneath one's feet and flowing Dao patterns above one's head. It was simple to the extreme, yet profoundly mysterious.

Here, any elaborate decorations would be superfluous.

Because this great hall itself is the embodiment of "Tao".

In the very center of the main hall, a figure sat cross-legged.

Chen Changsheng looked up and his heart skipped a beat.

He couldn't make out the figure's features.

It wasn't obscured by celestial light, nor shrouded by laws, but rather... indescribable.

He just sat there quietly, and when you looked at him, it was like looking at a starry sky, a river, a speck of dust, or the entire universe.

He is like the past, the present, and the future.

He is the Tao, and the Tao is him.

This is Hongjun Daozu!

It is a being that is in harmony with the Heavenly Dao, imperishable through countless eons, a truly supreme being!