Primordial Era: I really don't want to be the Heavenly Emperor!

Chapter 1 Rebirth of the Eastern Prince

Time: Before attaining the Dao, after the completion of the three lectures given by Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

Location: The primordial wilderness, above the East Sea.

At this time, the sun and the moon alternate.

The cool, pale light of the moon gradually dissipated, and the vast, majestic light of the sun shone upon the East China Sea.

The rising sun leaps over the eastern horizon, instantly rising above the water with shimmering golden waves.

The waves of the East China Sea stretch to the distant horizon, where the fiery clouds solidify into molten lava that is about to die out.

It can truly be said that the sun rises over the sea, clouds gather, the blue sea ripples, and the view is filled with mist and haze, just like the sea itself.

A purple figure stood atop the azure waves of the East China Sea, gazing at the beautiful scenery before him for a long time.

"It turns out that what people say, that a day in heaven is equivalent to a year on earth, is true, and it describes the current prehistoric continent."

The alternation of the moon and the sun is equivalent to one day on the primordial earth, but this day is as long as "one year".

The ancients were right.

A purple figure strolled on the blue waves of the East China Sea. Though it was said to be a stroll, each step seemed to cover an unknown distance.

Islands began to appear on the sea, and then the person rose into the air, passing over the thousands of islands surrounded by the sea, and arrived at the center.

The three islands are positioned in the three directions of Heaven, Earth, and Man, arranged in a triadic formation, surrounding each other.

The power of the three elements gathers the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, even attracting the raging chaotic energy from beyond the heavens, which is then quickly transformed into innate spiritual energy.

The spiritual energy emanates from the three islands, endlessly spreading to the sky and connecting with the sea.

It's more accurate to say that there are three worlds than three islands, with the surrounding archipelago like stars around the moon.

Sometimes, a divine dragon leaps up from the sea, stirring up waves that breathe in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, while immortals greet the rising sun and absorb the purple glow.

Green mountains and sea of ​​clouds, a land of three immortals

The misty pavilion exudes a serene, otherworldly charm.

White-clad figures fluttered, exuding an ethereal aura.

Soaring through the void, roaming freely among the immortal clouds.

"It's truly a paradise on earth," the figure sighed, but couldn't help shaking his head.

It was as if he was lamenting how ridiculous he was.

With one step, the Dao principles around him rippled, and in an instant he arrived at the center of the three islands, landing on a suspended peak.

There was a square island in the middle, which was high on all four sides and low in the middle.

In the middle, at a low point, lies a vast expanse of shimmering blue sea; indeed, its name is the Blue Sea.

Palaces stand tall above the azure sea, mountains hold up jade mirrors, waves ripple with golden clouds, and ancient vines hang down to the sun and moon.

This island is called Fangzhu Island, and it is also the Zifu Continent of the Three Islands and Ten Continents.

The three islands are named Penglai, Fangzhang, and Yingzhou.

The Ten Continents are located among the Three Islands, forming a unified whole.

Zifu Continent is located between three islands and is the center of the three islands and ten continents. It is the birthplace of the great primordial power, Dongwanggong, and also the location of his Daoist practice.

The purple figure standing atop the cliff was none other than the Eastern King Duke.

His face was as fair as jade, his eyebrows were like swords, his white hair flowed like a spring, his eyes shone like stars, he wore a purple Taoist robe, bathed in the sunlight and starlight, his whole body exuded Taoist charm, and his demeanor was absolutely stunning.

Standing atop the cliff, gazing at the azure sea and sky, and feeling the tranquil cultivation environment of the three islands, Dongwanggong couldn't help but sigh:

"What a wonderful world, but unfortunately I will no longer be the master here. I wonder how long this beautiful paradise can remain peaceful."

Dongwanggong, also known as Wang Xuanfu.

He was not the original Dongwanggong.

Wang Xuanfu was an ordinary grassroots civil servant on Earth. His life was unremarkable, except for one moment when he passed the civil service exam.

However, he died during a trip and then traveled to this place, becoming the seriously injured Dongwanggong.

Dongwanggong: His birth and death dates are unknown, but he lived around the ancient Longhan period.

Other names: Donghua, Taiwei.

Also known as: Donghua Dijun, Mugong, Yuanyang Fu, Qingtongjun, Fusang Dadi, Donghuang Gong.

Origin: It is a primordial deity born from the pure yang energy of the primordial world, nurtured by the Great Dao, representing the ultimate yang of the primordial world.

Identity: Head of the male immortals, Lord of the Purple Mansion.

Daoist companion: Perhaps, maybe, possibly the Queen Mother of the West.

End: Killed by Donghuang Taiyi of the Heavenly Court in the East Sea.

Thinking about this, a sense of powerlessness washed over him.

He said he was unlucky, because he passed the civil service exam on his first try and became a proud civil servant.

He said he was lucky, but he didn't enjoy his life for long before he died.

He said he had bad luck, because he transmigrated into the body of the Eastern King Duke and became a powerful figure in the primordial world.

They say they have a good life, but they're about to die and disappear from the world.

To be honest, Wang Xuanfu felt that he was a person who was very afraid of death. Having experienced death, he absolutely did not want to die again.

But when she thought of the man named Taiichi from her memories, she had absolutely no confidence.

Even someone as strong as the original owner was eventually killed, let alone someone as ordinary as myself, who can't even unleash one-tenth of the original owner's strength now.

You can say that the original Dongwanggong was stupid or foolish, but you absolutely cannot say that he was incompetent.

How could someone who was appointed as the head of male immortals by the Dao Ancestor Hongjun be simple, or even weak?

Wang Xuanfu was filled with a myriad of thoughts, considering many ways to avert his impending doom, but he could not come up with a truly feasible and effective solution.

"Well, in the end, it all comes down to ability."

Two figures flew from a palace above the blue sea, and in an instant, a man and a woman landed on the suspended peak where Donghua was.

"Greetings, Your Majesty." The two bowed in greeting.

Upon seeing this, Donghua returned the bow slightly, but the gesture was very small, almost a symbolic one.

These two are Donghua's subordinates, the Grand Master of Fate and the Junior Master of Fate, who are in charge of the thirty-five departments of the Purple Palace. The Grand Master of Fate is the head, and the Junior Master of Fate assists him.

They are also the two people Donghua is most familiar with right now.

The Thirty-Five Departments are the administrative organs of the Purple Palace, governing the Ten Continents and Three Islands. The head of each department is called the Master of Fate.

I remember feeling very sorry when Donghua first met them.

Because the Grand Master of Fate is not a mature woman, but a taciturn man.

Shao Siming was not a girl dressed in purple or wearing harp silk.

Instead, she wore an elegant emerald green dress, and her delicate face made her appear extremely refined and pure.

"The Emperor rode the clouds to enjoy the scenery today and welcomed Zixia to comprehend the Great Dao. It seems his injuries have healed," Shao Siming inquired.

Since Donghua transmigrated here, the threat of death has always haunted his mind, so he has never left the three islands.

Even now, with countless thoughts swirling in my mind, I still haven't managed to sort them out. So I simply left Zifu Continent and came to the vast East Sea to witness a primordial version of the sunrise.

Speaking of injuries, we must mention Donghuang Taiyi.

After listening to Hongjun's third explanation of the Great Dao of Immortality, Dongwanggong returned to the East Sea to prepare for seclusion and continue to perfect his Purple Mansion Pure Yang Immortal Dao.

During the journey, a place shrouded in clouds and mist was discovered in the East China Sea.

The Eastern King Duke broke through the innate formation shrouded in clouds and mist.

As the clouds and mist dispersed, a small world appeared, named "Tang Valley".

When Dongwanggong arrived at Tanggu, he discovered the innate spiritual root, the Fusang Tree.

There are two hibiscus trees, one facing away from the other, growing from the same root and relying on each other.

Dongwanggong was overjoyed upon seeing this, for he himself was a primordial deity nurtured by the Great Dao with pure yang energy, and the Fusang tree belonged to yang.

If one were to say what the most suitable spiritual root for him in the world is, it would undoubtedly be the Fusang tree before him. With this spiritual root, he could expect to achieve the Primordial Chaos Realm.

So he used his great power to transplant the Fusang tree to his Purple Palace and Azure Sea.

Just as they were about to act, a cry came from beyond the sky, and a middle-aged man landed on Tang Valley with his hands behind his back.

He was wearing a golden Taoist robe, with a golden crow pattern embroidered on it.

He was Taiyi, the innate deity born from the fire of the sun, the Eastern Emperor of the demon race.

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