Many children, many blessings; the twelve ancestral witches forced marriages throughout the primordi

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, all was deathly silent.

The two stray dogs, Jieyin and Zhunti, had already stumbled away, leaving behind the lingering stench of their holy blood and the resentment of their despair.

Hongjun Daozu sat expressionlessly on the cold fragment of the Creation Jade Disc, his eyes so gloomy they seemed to drip water.

He lost.

They lost miserably.

He, the dignified Dao Ancestor and the chief director of the primordial world, personally intervened to take sides, even throwing out a cheat-level item like the [Heavenly Dao Formation-Breaking Cone]. And what was the result?

The script was torn to shreds by that damned variable Lin Xuan, who then smeared the torn pieces of paper all over his face!

The Investiture of the Gods list is full, but those listed are all elites from the Chan Sect and the Western Sect.

The main characters he originally planned have now become the latrine cleaners and sewer cleaners of Heaven!

How will he manage the Heavenly Court in the future? How will he maintain the balance of the Heavenly Way?

The thought of Haotian, that good-for-nothing boy, holding the God-Slaying Whip, with that extremely perverted, smug smile on his face, made Hongjun's temples throb.

Workplace anxiety!

An unprecedented sense of workplace anxiety gripped the heart of this sage who had attained enlightenment.

"Lin Xuan..."

Hongjun squeezed out the name through gritted teeth, the killing intent in his eyes almost tangible.

This variable has grown to the point where even he finds it troublesome.

He possesses both physical and spiritual peaks, commands a group of unreasonable ancestral witches, and is backed by the awakened Daoist and Humanist sects.

A head-on confrontation won't work.

He still vividly remembers the table-flipping gesture that Houtu and the golden dragon of fortune made at Jiepai Pass today.

If a real war breaks out and the primordial world restarts, he, as a Dao Integration cultivator, will also perish.

"Since we can't beat you openly, we'll have to resort to underhanded tactics."

A chilling glint of calculation flashed in Hongjun's eyes.

The pie he just promised the two Western Saints—the Tribulation of Journey to the West—is his last chance to turn the tables.

This script absolutely cannot have any more mistakes!

In particular, we must not let Lin Xuan, that sixth brother, peek into the script beforehand!

Having thought of this, Hongjun no longer hesitated.

He gritted his teeth and forced out a drop of purplish-gold essence blood containing his Dao origin, which dripped onto the fragment of the Creation Jade Disc beneath him.

"Buzz—!"

The fragment of the Jade Disc of Creation emitted a loud buzzing sound, and a supreme power of the Heavenly Dao suddenly erupted.

"Heavenly decree: All laws return to stillness; Heavenly secrets, sealed!"

Hongjun formed hand seals and frantically poured all the power of the Heavenly Dao within his body into the jade disc!

In an instant, the primordial spirits of all living beings in the entire primordial world trembled violently.

An invisible yet incredibly heavy shackle appeared out of nowhere on the River of Heavenly Secrets.

All the future causal lines related to keywords such as "Journey to the West," "the eastward transmission of Buddhism," and "the stone monkey" were forcibly distorted and obscured by an extremely domineering force at this moment, turning into an unfathomable chaotic fog.

Kunlun Mountain, the ruins of Yuxu Palace.

Yuanshi Tianzun was directing several third-generation disciples to clean up the palace, which had been corrupted beyond recognition by demonic energy, in a very disheveled state.

He suddenly had a premonition and tried to calculate with his fingers, but found that everything in front of him was blurry and he couldn't calculate anything.

"The secrets of heaven... have been completely disrupted?!" Yuanshi Tianzun's expression changed drastically, and a strong sense of unease welled up in his heart.

Shouyang Mountain, Bajing Palace.

Taiqing Laozi looked at the newly refined Nine-Turn Golden Pill in the alchemy furnace and sighed softly.

"Teacher, you're still worried."

At Pangu Temple, a hot pot banquet with 500 tables is reaching its climax.

The Tongtian Sect Leader, his face flushed from drinking, was using the Zhuxian Sword Qi as skewers for Lin Xuan's children when he sensed the changes in the heavenly secrets.

He glanced up briefly, then nonchalantly continued his drinking contest with Dijiang, muttering, "What the hell? If the sky falls, my good brother will hold it up!"

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun's face turned somewhat pale after he finished doing all this.

For him, sealing away the secrets of heaven was also a huge drain on his resources.

"This time, I have to write the script myself."

Hongjun muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with a desperate madness.