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

Hongjun's voice rang out, calm and resolute.

This is not speculation, but a statement.

As the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao, his understanding of his own Daoist temple surpasses that of any other living being.

If he says no, then there is absolutely no.

Hearing this, Chen Changsheng was not flustered at all.

The Dao Ancestor cannot be found?

Absolutely right!

If you can find it, what's the point of my system?

Products manufactured by our system are guaranteed to be of high quality!

If it says it exists, then it definitely exists!

This precisely proves the incredible nature of this level-nine treasure; its existence has transcended the comprehension of the Heavenly Dao!

Thinking of this, Chen Changsheng was even more excited than before.

He raised his head, his face showing an expression that said, "I knew it would happen," looking even more confident than the Dao Ancestor.

"Dao Ancestor, perhaps this treasure's spiritual nature is concealed, unwilling to be discovered by ordinary methods."

He was talking nonsense with a straight face.

"Since your divine sense cannot detect it, perhaps... I should try the most primitive method?"

Hongjun looked at him without speaking, seemingly waiting for him to continue.

What method?

Chen Changsheng chuckled and stopped keeping him in suspense.

A thought flashed through his mind, and a burst of light appeared.

An ordinary-looking shovel, even somewhat rusty, appeared in his hand.

It was that treasure-digging shovel that accompanied him all the way and made great contributions!

The moment the shovel appeared, for the first time, the eyes of Hongjun Daozu, which contained the birth and death of the universe, truly trembled.

He couldn't see through it.

He couldn't even figure out the origin of this shovel!

In his divine perception, this was just an ordinary farm tool made of common iron, the kind that would take up too much space if thrown into the mortal world.

Yet this very "ordinary iron" appeared in Zixiao Palace, and in the hands of this half-step Hunyuan boy.

Moreover, it seems this kid intends to use this thing...

Dig up his floor?

Even with the unwavering composure of the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, a sense of utter absurdity arose within him at this moment.

Is this kid serious?

Chen Changsheng had no idea what the Patriarch was thinking; his mind was now filled with thoughts of the level-nine treasure he was about to obtain.

He weighed the shovel in his hand, feeling its familiar cold touch, and an unprecedented surge of pride welled up in his heart.

Today, he is going to dig out an earth-shattering secret in this most sacred place of the primordial world, right under the nose of the Dao Ancestor!

"Dao Ancestor, look..."

Chen Changsheng raised the shovel in his hand, a questioning smile on his face.

"You just promised that your disciple could find it himself."

The implication is that you, sir, can't go back on your word.

Hongjun remained silent.

He looked at the rusty shovel, then at Chen Changsheng's face, which seemed to say, "I'm going to start digging."

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation in all his years of life.

Someone wanted to use a broken shovel to dig up the floor of his Zixiao Palace.

How should he react?

Should we slap this arrogant brat to death?

Or should we throw him and his broken shovel out of the chaos together?

but……

He did agree before.

A ruler's words are not to be taken lightly, and a sage's words are even more so, as they become law.

As a dignified Taoist patriarch, how can one take back what one has said, like water spilled?

More importantly, he was genuinely curious.

He was very eager to know just how far this kid, this variable, could go.

He wanted to see if this broken shovel, which even he couldn't understand, could really dig through his floor, which was made up of the rules of the Great Dao.

"You...do it."

Finally, Hongjun slowly uttered four words.

His voice already carried a hint of anticipation that he himself was unaware of.

"Alright!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Changsheng's face immediately lit up with a smile.

That's exactly what he was waiting for!

Without any further hesitation, he gripped the shovel tightly with both hands, his internal magical power surging wildly as he assumed a standard digging posture.

He took a deep breath, his arm muscles bulged, and with all his might, he slammed the rusty shovel down hard onto the ground beneath his feet!

"Open it for me!"

puff!

There was no earth-shattering roar, nor the dazzling brilliance of colliding laws.

There was only one sound, an incredibly smooth, almost imperceptible, soft sound, like a hot knife slicing through butter.

In the slightly contracted pupils of Hongjun Daozu.

That seemingly frail and broken shovel easily and without any hindrance... stuck into the floor of Zixiao Palace.

The floor, woven from the most primordial Dao runes and more solid than any innate spiritual treasure, which even a saint's full-force attack could not leave a trace of, was broken open just like that.

It's like digging up a piece of soft soil.

Chen Changsheng flipped his wrist and pried it open forcefully.

With a whoosh.

He easily pried up a "floor tile" that shimmered with mysterious Dao patterns and tossed it aside.

A dark, crater appeared in the center of the sacred and solemn Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun Daozu was completely petrified.

He looked at the pit, then at the shovel in Chen Changsheng's hand, which was still dripping with "Dao pattern fragments." For the first time, a look of shock appeared on his face, which was in harmony with the Dao and should have been devoid of joy or sorrow.

How... is this possible?!

What on earth is this thing?!

Chen Changsheng had no time to pay attention to the Dao Ancestor's shock; he was so excited he was about to shout it out.

It can be dug! It really can be dug!

This system is awesome!

He was full of energy, wielding a shovel and frantically digging a hole.

puff!puff!puff!

He dug out piece after piece of "soil" containing the true meaning of the Great Dao and piled it up into a small mountain next to him.

The eerie yet rhythmic digging sounds echoed throughout the entire Zixiao Palace.

If the six saints, including the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti, were to witness this scene, they would likely be so terrified that their Dao hearts would collapse on the spot.

Someone dug a pit in the house of the Taoist Ancestor!

The Dao Ancestor just watched helplessly, unable to utter a single word!

They dug to a depth of about three feet.

when!

A crisp, metallic clang suddenly rang out from the bottom of the pit.

Chen Changsheng's arm jerked, as if the shovel head had struck something incredibly hard.

He was overjoyed.

Arrived!

He immediately stopped what he was doing and carefully used a shovel to remove the loose soil on top.