I start by marrying Yunxiao, who's in a vegetative state; I'm invincible in the primor

boom!

hum!

Just as the immortals of the three religions of the West entered the formation, the malevolent and calamistic energy in the world suddenly surged!

A fierce wind howled across the land, blotting out the sun!

Hundreds of millions of living beings felt as if a huge rock was pressing on their chests, making it hard to breathe!

This is the aura of calamity!

The calamity energy surged, obscuring the cultivator's consciousness and hindering their progress!

Countless powerful figures watching the battle felt the surging aura of tribulation, and their faces showed extreme shock. "This...this..."

"This... the aura of calamity has already surpassed that of the final battle during the Lich Calamity!"

"What terrifying aura of calamity!"

"It's still churning!"

"impossible!"

"Absolutely impossible!"

"Wasn't the Investiture of the Gods just a ceremony to bestow titles upon the Heavenly Court? How could the calamity's aura reach this level?"

"It's already past the Lich War, is the Investiture of the Gods about to begin?"

This time, without Yang Ju Daoist needing to explain, a powerful figure shook his head, "No! It's not there yet!"

"hiss!"

"What?"

"The Investiture of the Gods calamity hasn't even reached its final battle, and the calamity's intensity is already this high?"

"Then wouldn't the final battle be... ouch..."

"Could it be that the scale of the Investiture of the Gods calamity will surpass the legendary Dragon-Han Calamity?"

"It is said that during the Great Calamity of Dragon and Han, the three races fought for supremacy, and the number of casualties among the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin races was in the hundreds of millions. The slaughter was so fierce that the heavens and earth were darkened, rivers of blood flowed, and hundreds of millions of corpses lay strewn across the land, with blood flowing like rivers!"

"It is said that when there is a lot of blood, it forms a river, and countless spiritual treasures float on it..."

"Hiss! The Dragon-Han Calamity is this terrifying?"

"Um... I've only heard about it, after all, the Dragon-Han Great Tribulation happened more than a billion years ago."

"Fellow Daoist Yang Ju, are you there? What do you think?"

Yang Ju Daoist: "Watch it sitting down, watch it lying down."

Li Yu joined the "Water Friends Chat Group" and his gaze also turned to Yang Ju Dao Ren.

Wow! What a powerful and imposing name!

And this guy called Yang Judaoren seems to be the King of Knowledge?

Does he have a high reputation in the "water friends circle"?

Yang Ju Daoist coughed lightly, making his voice hoarse and low.

Li Yu: 'Why is this rich and beautiful young lady pretending to have long, straight black hair?'

Yang Ju Daoist was very well wrapped up, his aura was completely concealed, and he usually only showed his eyes, making him extremely mysterious!

The cultivators believed that Daoist Yang Ju was an ancient cultivator who had lived for hundreds of millions of years...

Yang Ju Daoist's voice was hoarse and low as he nodded and shook his head, "What you just described as countless corpses and rivers of blood might just be a localized war within the Dragon-Han Calamity!"

"The final battle of the Dragon-Han Great Tribulation is far more brutal than you can imagine."

"Great Luo Immortals are as common as dogs, and Primordial Golden Immortals are everywhere."

"A Golden Immortal of Hunyuan who survives the time it takes to drink a cup of tea during the Dragon-Han decisive battle is considered an excellent 'veteran'..."

"Holy crap!"

"A Primordial Golden Immortal? That's a master comparable to a Quasi-Saint!"

"A quasi-saint can only live for the time it takes to brew a cup of tea?"

How many dragon sons and grandsons are there in the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas?

"The Qilin rules over the beasts, and the Phoenix rules over the birds!"

"Once the final battle begins, the primordial world is divided into north and south, east and west, and all living beings are swept up in it."

"After the decisive battle, apart from a few cultivators who miraculously survived, not a single expert at the Primordial Golden Immortal realm could be found in the entire Primordial World. In that battle, all the experts in the Primordial World fought to the death..."

"hiss!"

All the powerful figures gasped in astonishment.

Li Yu was equally shocked!

Li Yu, despite his brilliant political maneuvering, only personally experienced the great calamity of the witches and demons.

Although he knew about the Dragon Han Great Kalpa, his knowledge was about the same as that of other great beings.

Yang Ju Dao Ren judged: "The scale of the Investiture of the Gods calamity has already surpassed that of the Lich and Demon calamity."

"But it probably won't reach the level of the Dragon-Han Great Tribulation..."

The powerful figures breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. "I really can't imagine... If it reaches the scale of the Dragon-Han Calamity, how many fellow Daoists will still be alive to chat and drink tea after the calamity..."

"It's good if it doesn't reach the scale of the Dragon-Han Calamity."

Yang Ju Daoist pondered for a moment, then looked at Li Yu, "What does Fellow Daoist Li Yu think?"

Li Yu said meaningfully, "The casualties may not reach the level of the Dragon-Han Calamity, but the scale..."

The Dragon-Han Great Tribulation fought back and forth, but failed to shatter the primordial world!

There was no saint-level power back then!

And the final battle of the Investiture of the Gods!

That was a great battle among the saints! It shattered the primordial world and reshaped the four continents!

The powerful figures were puzzled and scratched their heads.

Only Yang Ju Daoist understood the hidden meaning in Li Yu's words, and he was also extremely shocked, 'The scale is even larger than Longhan?'

Yang Ju Daoist sighed softly and murmured to himself, in a voice only he could hear, "Heaven is ruthless, regarding all living beings as mere grass and ants."

"They've entered the battle."

"Disciples of the three religions of the West have all entered the formation."

"How powerful is this Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation?"

"Well, we can't get there either."

The powerful figures shook their heads. "The bets are settled. If the Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation is broken, the odds are three to one; if the immortals are defeated, the odds are one to one..."

Yang Ju Daoist decisively overwhelmed the immortals and defeated them.

"Okay, you guys chat, I'm outta here."

After bowing respectfully, Daoist Yang Ju departed.

The outcome was already predetermined; Li Yu had absolutely no interest in betting.

Li Yu watched the battle quietly, waiting for Yunxiao to make his move and trample on the disciples of the three religions of the West to shake the prehistoric world!

Deep within the primordial land.

Yang Ju Daoist used a secret technique to conceal his figure, circled around several times to make sure he had no followers, before daring to return to his ancestral land.

Deep in the earth, towering primeval forests lie hidden in the depths of the earth.

A dilapidated palace stands there.

It is named: Qilin Hall.

"Zhaoxue is back?"

"Greetings, clan elder."

The current patriarch of the Qilin clan is the little Qilin who miraculously survived the Dragon-Han Calamity.

Like Zhulong, it suffered irreversible injuries.

Zhao Xue shed her heavy attire, revealing a snow-white dress. Her features were delicate, her figure tall and well-proportioned, and her legs were especially beautiful, long and straight…

Her skin was as white as snow, like solidified cream.

"You've reached the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm. Our Qilin clan is burdened with immense karma. Zhaoxue, your reaching this realm is also a burden to you."

Zhao Xue smiled calmly, "Ancestor, what do you mean by being a burden? It's all for the revitalization of the Qilin Clan."

"Alas, my Qilin clan has incurred boundless karma. Millions of years have passed, and burdened by this karma, our clan has been unable to produce any outstanding sons..."

"There's no other way but to survive in the cracks of the primordial wilderness."

"Zhaoxue, what about what I told you before? Have you considered it?"

Zhaoxue paused for a moment, then said, "I will follow the clan leader's orders."

Zhao Xue is considered to be the descendant with the highest bloodline of the Qilin clan.

The old clan chief hoped that Zhaoxue could marry an outstanding young man from the clan as soon as possible and raise the next generation.

Zhao was exonerated as a Great Luo Immortal, and then the lineage ended. The Qilin Clan doesn't even have any Taiyi Golden Immortals anymore; all below them are Golden Immortals and Profound Immortals...

If we can give birth to a few sons with good bloodlines, it will be good to continue the life of the Qilin clan!

Everything for the continuation of the race!

This is the destiny of every Qilin!

And Zhaoxue was the most outstanding generation...

The old patriarch sighed, "Alright, let me think about it some more..."

There is indeed no one in the clan worthy of being exonerated, but there is really nothing we can do.

As the old clan chief sighed, his expression suddenly changed, and he stared intently at Zhaoxue's chest and collar.

Then one could see that there were two Taoist symbols engraved on the collar of his clothes.

No! It's not a Dao pattern!

It should be written in human script: "Li Yu!"

The old clan chief: "???"

Seeing the old clan leader's confusion and shock, Zhaoxue quickly explained, "We met while exchanging ideas and discussing Daoist principles outside."

The old patriarch nodded. "Li Yu, the First Emperor and ruler of the human race?"

Zhaoxue: "It was him..."

The old patriarch nodded, muttering to himself, "Li Yu... he's no simpleton! Back then, the human race was in far more perilous a situation than our Qilin clan, yet he was able to... lead his people out of the brink of death, maneuver among the sages, and stand above all other races in the primordial world..."

"It's not simple, it's really not simple..."

The old patriarch glanced again at the human script left on Zhao Xue's collar, and a bold, never-before-seen idea suddenly arose in his mind: "If we could... borrow his excellent, high-quality Dao Seed... the future of my Qilin clan would be bright!"

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