Primordial Era: My father is Hongjun, who dares disobey!

However, Demon Ancestor Rahu did not stop at all. With a single sweep of his supreme innate treasure, the God-Slaying Spear, he reaped countless lives. The purple aura of the twelfth-grade world-destroying black lotus beneath him erupted and rose slowly. Its power and defense were unparalleled throughout the ages.

Just as the Demon Ancestor Rahu was about to slaughter all living beings and reshape the world, several equally vast and majestic figures quietly arrived at Buzhou Mountain.

These were none other than Hongjun, Yangmei, and other innate demon gods.

Upon closer inspection, their auras were in no way weaker than those of the Demon Ancestor Rahu, who was about to attain enlightenment. They were all holding supreme treasures and waiting for their opportunity.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, when shall we make our move?"

Demon gods such as Yangmei and Qiankun spoke first.

"Don't panic. This great calamity was ordained by the Heavenly Dao. On the surface, it is a struggle between the three races, but in reality, it is a struggle between the Dao and the Demon. We will make our move when Rahu is about to become a saint."

Hongjun stroked his beard and sighed, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance and boundless spirit. He was originally a lowly being among the three thousand demon gods, but he had narrowly escaped the calamity of Pangu's creation of the world. Furthermore, he had by chance obtained the Creation Jade Tablet, a supreme treasure from the shattered chaos, and his cultivation had reached the level of creation itself.

Today is the day he will become a saint.

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Above Mount Buzhou,

The bloodlust and killing intent behind Demon Ancestor Rahu grew increasingly intense and pure, and there was already a faint opportunity to break through the shackles and achieve sainthood.

"Now!"

Demon Ancestor Luo Hou, Hongjun, Yangmei and several other groups spoke one after another, and at the same time they displayed their overwhelming power. In an instant, the entire prehistoric continent was shrouded in these several incomparably powerful pressures, appearing to be teetering on the verge of collapse.

In an instant, a major battle between the two sides was about to break out.

But at this moment,

The aura of the Great Dao emerged, and the river of time slowly appeared over the Buzhou Mountains. A vast and majestic aura suddenly swept across the entire prehistoric continent, forcefully suppressing both the Dao and the Demonic forces. Even the Heavenly Dao became weak under this aura.

Before the living beings could react,

The three clan leaders, who had previously been shrouded in the aura of calamity, were now draped in golden clouds and transformed back into their massive, ten-thousand-foot-tall forms, involuntarily heading straight for the long river.

"What on earth is going on?" Yuan Feng exclaimed in surprise. This power made her feel inexplicably afraid and...familiar.

Similarly, both Zulong and Shiqilin sensed the grandeur and familiarity of this power.

"This is... the Great God Pangu!"

No one knows who spoke first, but the moment the words fell, the entire prehistoric continent fell into a deathly silence, the wind and moon utterly still.

Pangu, the great god, what kind of figure is he? The true demon god who separated chaos and created the primordial world. If this aura really is his, then wouldn't that mean...?

At this moment, the aura of the Demon Ancestor Rahu had fallen, and he had already fallen from mid-air. His pair of ferocious demonic eyes were fixed on the river of time that had appeared out of nowhere, and he felt embarrassed.

"Pangu..." he whispered, but his voice lacked its previous domineering and invincible quality.

"No! You are dead. Now I am the master of this primordial world, I am the true victor!"

Luo Hou went berserk as if in a madman, his breathing becoming disordered, as if recalling the fear of being forcibly dominated by that towering figure.

At the same time, Hongjun, the leader of the Taoist sect, frowned and then quickly made calculations with his fingers to deduce the secrets of heaven.

After a long time, they still found nothing.

At the summit of Buzhou Mountain, the vast river gradually solidified, cascading down into the primordial wilderness, and the three members of the Ancestral Dragon Clan also gradually approached.

at this time,

"Ugh—!"

The First Qilin let out a startled cry, and its ten-thousand-foot-tall body began to radiate multicolored light. Auspicious omens slowly descended from the sky, and the aura of the Great Dao emerged.

In the next instant, like a wild horse unleashed, it led the remaining Qilin clan to traverse every corner of the prehistoric world.

Each step stirred up ripples in space, causing the sounds of the Great Dao to resonate, and golden rain of blessings to fall gently.

Even though the primordial continent was ravaged by this calamity, it has now regained endless vitality and undergone fundamental restoration.

The remaining hundred or so members of the Qilin clan roamed freely between heaven and earth, bringing vitality and auspiciousness to countless living beings, gradually alleviating the calamity that constantly lingered around them.

Upon witnessing this scene, Zulong and Yuanfeng were equally excited, hoping to alleviate their sins through merit and seek a sliver of hope for their clan.

Sure enough, before the two races could think too much, a corner of a Xuanmo Burial Coffin slowly emerged from the long river. Even though it was only a fragment, the supreme aura contained within it shocked all living beings in the primordial world.

"The Great God Pangu!"

Indeed, the coffin that buries the heavens in this magnificent and imposing coffin contains the long-deceased god Pangu.

Only then did Luo Hou and the other innate demon gods breathe a sigh of relief. If Pangu hadn't really died, they probably wouldn't have lived much longer either.

"Sing—!"

"Hey——!"

As if receiving a decree, the Dragon and Phoenix clans revealed their true forms and, led by the Ancestral Dragon and the Primordial Phoenix, rushed toward the Burial Coffin.

Subsequently, thousands of dragons and phoenixes circled around, accompanied by water and fire, standing before the stone coffin. Using their own cultivation as a rope and their blood energy as a guide, they actually tried to pull the Burial Coffin out of the long river completely.

"Yuan Feng".

"The First Emperor of the Dragon Kings".

After exchanging a glance, the two simultaneously revealed their immense forms, obscuring the sun and drawing upon the waters of the four seas and the fires of the nine heavens, constantly pulling and tugging at the stone coffin.

at last,

The dark stone coffin, which had only revealed a corner of itself, loosened slightly, and then, under the guidance of the dragon and phoenix clans, fully appeared before all living beings in the primordial world.

The stone coffin was dark and ancient, its chaotic patterns exuding an aura of the Great Dao. The first impression it gave was of the powerful and compelling force of the laws of power.

In the instant it was fully revealed, countless beings in the primordial world knelt down in worship, their hearts filled with piety. Even the Heavenly Dao trembled with fear.

The numerous demons who had been reborn as crippled beings were also drenched in sweat under this familiar and intense pressure, and dared not make the slightest move.

a long time,

The dragon's roar never ceased, the phoenix's cry never stopped, the qilin roamed endlessly, and the ten-thousand-foot stone coffin quietly opened.

From chaos a blue lotus sprouted, and from the blue lotus bloomed heaven and earth. Inside the stone coffin, a blue lotus the size of a human stood silently, its breath faint, like a candle flickering in the wind, yet it tenaciously survived, its life force enduring.

It contains a wealth of fortune and merit, which can be easily seen to belong to the merit of the Great Dao of Creation.

In an instant, the gazes of the many demon gods toward the blue lotus turned savage and greedy.

"Got it!"

Just then, Hongjun, who had been making calculations, suddenly relaxed his brow.

"This blue lotus was born from the fall of the great god Pangu, inheriting some of his merits in creating the world. It possesses great fortune and is related to me as father and son."

In the blink of an eye, Hongjun did not hesitate at all. He quickly withdrew, put away the green lotus in one fell swoop, and then enlightened it with lightning speed.

"Waaah—, waaah—"

The cries of several infants faded away, audible throughout heaven and earth. The river of time and the coffin that buried the heavens vanished in an instant, as if they had never existed.

In the blink of an eye, the baby who had been crying suddenly grew to three feet tall, and then grew rapidly until he finally transformed into a handsome young man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes.

"Daoist Master!"

The young man, who had taken the form of a blue lotus, bowed and spoke, while his mind was rapidly gathering all the information around him.

A sudden inspiration struck Hongjun, who, with a kind smile, loudly proclaimed to the young man:

"You come from the long river, so take Jiang as your surname. You were born of the Great Dao and belong to the orthodox Xuanmen sect, so let your name be Daoxuan."

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