Immortality began with the Demon Suppression Division

"It seems your bottom line is still quite flexible."

After hearing this, Luo Chen chuckled softly again.

The Holy Dynasty was established by cultivators from beyond the heavens, which naturally displeased the Dragon Court, which originated from the local area.

By what right do external forces claim the vast majority of the primordial world's fortune?

This is also one of the main reasons why the Dragon Court and the Holy Dynasty have been at odds for many years.

For the cultivators of the Holy Dynasty, the Primordial Great World is the ancestral land where their ancestor established the Holy Dynasty.

In the beginning, the Great Heaven and Earth were still in a primitive state, ruled by the Great Demon of the Primordial World and the Holy God of Heaven and Earth. The Holy Ancestor spread the Dharma to all living beings and taught the human race the methods of cultivation, which led to the present-day scene.

The Holy Dynasty naturally regards itself as the legitimate successor of the primordial universe.

There is no right or wrong between the two sides.

It's just that different positions lead to different perspectives on things.

In Luo Chen's eyes, both the Holy Dynasty and the Dragon Court would eventually perish.

He can see far into the future; some futures are uncertain and subject to change, but some trends are difficult to reverse.

No power lasts forever; even the primordial world beneath our feet will one day turn to dust.

Luo Chen had no intention of protecting everything. One day, when his friends and family left one by one, he would probably move to another place to live.

Of course, that day is still too far away for Luo Chen, who is only seven hundred years old now.

Feng Qing sat to the side, listening to the conversation between the two, feeling confused and unable to understand many things.

Luo Chen chatted with the Holy Dragon Emperor for another half an hour and drank a cup of tea.

He rose from the pavilion, bid farewell to Feng Qing, and left.

The Holy Dragon Emperor gazed at the crimson clouds in the sky, picked up his slightly cool teacup, took a small sip, and murmured to himself, "It really is time to go back."

A gentle breeze blew by, bringing with it a few glistening snowflakes.

Three months later.

The temperature gradually began to rise, and the courtyard was no longer filled with the people of yesteryear.

On this day, Luo Chen was reading ancient books under a peach tree when Wang Ji from the mountainside arrived with Dong Huang.

Luo Chen stood up in surprise, as Wang Ji rarely brought Dong Huang along.

After the three met and exchanged pleasantries,

Wangji took out a wine jar and placed it on the table, saying with a smile, "Today, we won't leave until we're drunk."

Luo Chen asked curiously, "What happy things have happened to you recently?"

"Nothing much, I just wanted to have a drink with you."

The three sat down, and Wangji raised his wine cup, drank it all in one gulp, and answered softly.

Upon hearing this, Luo Chen stopped asking questions and drank with Wangji.

The sky grew increasingly dark, and two hours later...

Wangji's expression remained unchanged, but he said unhappily, "Mortal wine is fine to drink normally, but it can't get a cultivator drunk."

"When we meet again in the future, I'll treat you to the strongest liquor from the realm of destiny, how about that?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Chen suddenly realized and looked at Wangji, asking, "Are you preparing to leave the Primordial Great World?"

Wangji has been in the mortal realm for two or three hundred years since regaining his destiny, which has far exceeded expectations. Recently, Donghuang has been urging him to return from time to time, which has made him feel annoyed. So today he simply came to say goodbye.

He didn't have many friends in the Primordial World, but Luo Chen was definitely one of them.

Logically speaking, as the Heavenly Emperor, he has experienced tens of millions of years of trials and tribulations. The years he spent in the Great Wu Dynasty were not as meaningful as a dream he had during his previous seclusion.

Such an ordinary experience brought Wangji an unforgettable feeling.

Afterwards, the two sat under the peach tree and chatted about all sorts of things, including the current situation in the Boundary Sea and the entanglements and struggles among various forces.

Luo Chen listened most of the time. Wang Ji was the Heavenly Emperor, one of the Five Emperors of Destiny, and had held a high position for many years. His perspective on things was different from Luo Chen's.

Listening to Wangji's analysis of the current situation in the world of Taichu, Luo Chen gained a clearer understanding of the overall situation.

It continued until the early hours of the next day.

The mountain has returned to its former tranquility.

Luo Chen stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky. In his vision, two streaks of light disappeared from the Primordial World into the universe.

Once Wangji's figure disappeared from sight, Luo Chen didn't move; he was waiting.

Waiting for the gift that Wangji mentioned, to be given to the Dragon Court.

……

In the cold depths of space, two figures appeared out of thin air.

It was Wangji and Donghuang who had left the Great Primordial World.

At this moment, Wangji was enveloped in holy white light, and the light flashed.

Dressed in a dark ink imperial robe and wearing the Destiny Crown, with an extraordinary figure, a handsome and indifferent face, and eyes that seemed to reflect the long river of destiny, the Heavenly Emperor appeared.

With a flick of his sleeve, lingering shadows of the past and fleeting fantasies of the future flashed around him.

His demeanor was extraordinary, dignified and reserved, inspiring awe without any hint of violence.

"Welcome back to the throne, Your Majesty!"

Donghuang beside him had a solemn expression and bowed respectfully.

Emperor Tianxiu remained silent, turned around, and looked back at a certain place in the Primordial World behind him.

"Fine, I'll help Taichu one last time."

As he finished speaking, the Emperor gently raised his right hand, and a supreme treasure of the Great Dao, the Myriad Life Ruler, appeared in his palm.

This supreme treasure of the Great Dao was forged by him over five million years from the River of Destiny. Its blade is bound to the fates of billions of living beings. A single measurement can reveal past and present lives, a single slash can sever the destiny of living beings, and a single fall can forcibly rewrite the fortune of a clan.

The Heavenly Emperor grasped the Myriad Life Ruler and dropped it one foot towards a certain point in the Primordial World.

boom!

Within the realm of the Eternal Dao, myriad paths resonated, and boundless divine light burst forth from nowhere, condensing into a straight golden thread that vanished into the primordial world ahead.

Having done all this, Emperor Tianxiu turned around, without waiting for the outcome, and disappeared into the heavens with Donghuang.

at the same time.

In the Boundary Sea, on a desolate continent, stands a magnificent immortal mountain.

A vast celestial sound faintly emanated from the celestial mountain, at which time the Dao-Intercepting Immortal was preaching to many celestial officials in the Daoist temple.

After a century of development, the immortal path has become increasingly prosperous, and the pearl atop the immortal mountain shines even brighter.

With the arrival of the Dao-Intercepting Immortal, this desolate continent attracted countless cultivators, and gradually the continent came to life and became populated.

Everything seems to be moving in a positive direction.

Even the Dragon Court and the Holy Dynasty, which ruled the primordial world, dared not cause trouble for their immortal path.

This makes the cultivators who join the Immortal Mountain feel especially proud.

On the sacred mountain, the figure of the Dao-Intercepting Immortal was majestic and holy. With a slight parting of his lips, heavenly flowers rained down, and the Dao's essence was everywhere.

Below the stage, the number of celestial officials and generals had grown from the hundreds of them to several thousand. They looked at the Dao-Intercepting Immortal at the head of the stage with admiration in their eyes.

Ok?

Suddenly, the Daoist Jie Daoxian's sermon on the platform came to an abrupt halt. His tall figure rose abruptly, and he looked up at the sky.

In his line of sight, a straight golden light descended from the sky, heading directly toward the immortal mountain where he was.

"How dare you!"

With a furious roar, Jie Dao Xian shook the surroundings, instantly waking the many cultivators below from their reverie.

Just as they were wondering what was going on, they subconsciously looked at the Immortal King on the platform and saw a scene they would never forget.