The primordial era began with the Upper Cave Man.

Luo Zu exhaled softly, and some of the bitterness in his heart was dispelled.

Suddenly gaining a million years in age without any increase in his cultivation level was incredibly frustrating for a cultivator in the midst of his ascension.

But there's nothing we can do; the world is vast, and the sage is the greatest.

When two big shots are battling it out, these small fry can only applaud and cheer; how dare they ask for an explanation?

"Go and talk to those Dao Lords and Dao Masters who have vanished without a trace."

Even saints have their difficulties; can't you ants understand them?

Even saints live life to the fullest.

After understanding the law of the jungle in the primordial world, Luo Zu felt no more distress or resentment.

"I wonder what the lich thinks?" Luo Zu then observed the other fellow cultivators of the prehistoric world.

No, it's not just the primordial world, but also other multiverses within the boundless chaos.

After all, Luo Zu discovered that even his own independent primordial spirit universe had suffered, with millions of years of his life being taken away.

Although the flow of time differs between the two universes, the amount of time captured is exactly the same for the same unit of time.

After observing, Luo Zu sighed and realized that, as expected, other multiverses had also suffered the same fate.

Although a million years is nothing to them—after all, their own universe is their own little plot of land, and they can manipulate time however they want—being attacked by a sage in a battle of magic, with the Primordial Quasi-Sage seemingly having no room for resistance or struggle, inevitably made them recall a classic "line" from the primordial era—

Below even a sage, all are but ants!

The sage's power was truly and thoroughly instilled in people's hearts only after this battle.

Earlier, when Goddess Nuwa single-handedly suppressed the Wu Yao's group of Great Luo Immortals, none of them were as powerless as they are now.

Because the current Great Luo Limitless Realm has also undergone version iterations, and there is even a Hunyuan Quasi-Saint realm above it.

I thought that a quasi-saint was also a saint, but now it seems that the difference of one word is like an insurmountable chasm.

However, it's not fair to say that a Quasi-Saint isn't a Saint. After all, a Quasi-Saint can indeed crush a Great Luo Limitless. Unless it's a Great Luo Limitless being like the Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan who has mastered the Twelve Divine Fiends Formation of the Capital, even if a dozen or twenty Great Luo Limitless beings gather, they are no match for a Hunyuan Quasi-Saint.

Therefore, there is a difference between a Hunyuan Quasi-Saint and a Daluo Wuji: a Hunyuan Quasi-Saint. And there is a difference between a Hunyuan Quasi-Saint and a Hunyuan Saint: a Hunyuan Saint.

The difference is minimal, only a tiny bit (the space between the fingers is like a galaxy).

Moreover, this also shows that even if they migrated their entire race to other multiverses, they could not escape the supernatural powers of the Primordial Saint.

Therefore, there is only one way to deal with this, which is to attain the state of a Primordial Saint.

But how rare is this realm? I'm sure the Eastern Emperor Jun and the other quasi-saints of Hunyuan are well aware of it.

However, they shouldn't be living in constant fear, since they've experienced similar situations before.

As for the existing structure of the primordial world, it is unlikely to change much.

However, the competition among liches will likely intensify.

Perhaps it won't worsen; everyone might just give up and accept the outcome that everyone below the saint is like an ant.

Of course, there may be people who don't believe in fate and insist on making a comeback. To them, Luo Zu can only wish them health and happiness.

"Now that you've added a million years to your lifespan, I wonder what you think?" Luo Zu then turned to Hunyuan Jindou and asked.

Hunyuan Jindou immediately sneered, "You and I are about the same age, but I am of the Great Luo level. I have been traveling in the river of time for a long time and have long lost my concept of time. So what if it is more than a million years, tens of millions of years, or hundreds of millions of years? They are all just fleeting clouds."

Upon hearing this, Luo Zu thought, "Is the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron really that grand?"

"Fellow Daoist, you know a lot of principles," Luo Zu said with a light laugh.

"It is because the master and young master know more." Hunyuan Jindou bowed to the sky, as if he were worshipping the Tongtian Sect Master who was sitting in the Biyou Palace on Jin'ao Island preaching.

"May I attend the sermon by the Master?" Luo Zu asked again.

As he spoke, he urged the Demon Blade to practice the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation more, so that he could ask the Tongtian Sect Leader for more guidance on this supreme immortal technique.

"This young fellow Daoist is truly remarkable to have been taught the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation; he may be blessed with great fortune," Hunyuan Jindou said leisurely.

However, this was just a minor incident. The Demon Blade hadn't even become a Golden Immortal yet, so it was hardly worthy of His attention. He was merely curious about the junior who had caused such a huge "trouble" in Luo Zu's words.

But now it is certain that the cause of this matter still lies with Luo Zu.

Or perhaps some great being wanted to use Luo Zu's hand to trigger such a catastrophe that would affect the entire chaotic and boundless universe.

Therefore, if Luo Zu used the Demon Blade to fight against Luo Zu, then Luo Zu was also secretly used by Luo Zu.

Although He sees things clearly, these things should not be spoken aloud, otherwise He will suffer the consequences. Saints are not very shrewd.

With this in mind, He immediately relayed the message His master had asked Him to deliver: "His master has decreed that if you wish to go to Jin'ao Island to listen to the teachings, you may come at any time."

This opened the door of convenience for Luo Zu.

Lozu was well aware of the abilities of the saints and prophets, so he was not surprised.

If sages can freely capture time, then wouldn't that mean even the Dao Ancestor's laws and prohibitions against the future wouldn't be able to stop them?

All previous inferences must be overturned by this, which will be a great hardship for many practitioners who specialize in studying saints.

"Thank you, Master," Luo Zu said gratefully.

"Let's not delay, let's go to Jin'ao Island now," Luo Zu urged immediately.

"Why the rush?" Hunyuan Jindou said, but his actions were not slow. He did not want to stay in Kunlun Mountain for long. After all, Kunlun Mountain was now the territory of the Chan Sect. It was really not appropriate for a spiritual treasure of the Jie Sect to stay here.

Luo Zu didn't see through His thoughts. After all, the Chan Sect and the Jie Sect seemed to have separated involuntarily. Tongtian Jiaozhu and Yuanshi Tianzun were still fellow disciples. How could they really separate just by saying they would?

As the saying goes, even if the bones of a family are broken, they are still connected by tendons. These three fellow disciples have been practicing together for many years. They never had any differences in their beliefs before, so why are there differences in their beliefs now?

Perhaps it was intentional on their part, but as to why they did it intentionally, Luo Zu had no idea. He, like other cultivators, freely speculated about the saint's thoughts in his heart.

Therefore, the emperor's golden carrying pole will never go out of style, even in this mythical land of the primordial wilderness.

With a turn of his Hunyuan Golden Bucket, he instantly brought Luo Zu to the Jin'ao Island, a place teeming with talented people.

Although Jin'ao Island is shrouded in the Daoist teachings of a sage, and ordinary cultivators cannot enter the island at will, the Hunyuan Golden Cauldron is no ordinary spiritual treasure. It is a top-grade innate spiritual treasure personally refined by a sage when he attained enlightenment. If it claims to be the child of a sage, no one can find fault with it.

With Him leading the way, Luo Zu naturally arrived at this sacred place with the demonic sword with ease.

"Fellow Daoist, follow me, it's time to see the master," Hunyuan Jindou urged.

Not daring to keep the Sage waiting any longer, Luo Zu immediately followed the Hunyuan Golden Bucket. As for the Demon Blade, he had already stored it in the small cave he had created on his person.

This Golden Turtle Island is the sacred site of a sage, its natural atmosphere magnificent and awe-inspiring. Mountains, water, and celestial aura abound, five-colored divine light illuminates the world. Cranes soar above evergreen pines, and rare flowers bloom among the ancient pines and cypresses, their vibrant colors dazzling the eye. Within, a golden palace stands atop a towering mountain, its gate adorned with golden inscriptions of the Jade Palace. Outside, mountains gather like dragons, and immortals sit on futons amidst them. If one speaks of the sage's teachings being universal, then behold the myriad forms of immortals in these mountains. (End of Chapter)