The primordial era began with the Upper Cave Man.

Zhenyuan Daxian came and went in a hurry, just like a gust of wind. He is currently busy, with many thoughts scattered in various places, chatting and talking with various gods. Of course, most of his thoughts are still focused on a certain dimension of Wuzhuang Temple, where he is deducing the great law with a group of ancestral witches, wanting to help them first achieve Hunyuan, and also helping them practice the Twelve Divine Fiends Formation of the Capital.

It's hard work, but the outcome is uncertain.

Luo Zu didn't care about these things. He was currently focusing on his own cultivation and waiting for the right opportunity. As for when that opportunity would be, it would surely be the year when the great gods besieged the prehistoric world.

As for the stories in the mysterious universe, no one cares much about them now. Although Donghuang needs to be taken seriously, the plans of Zhenyuan Daxian and the Twelve Ancestral Witches are even more significant and will bring about earth-shattering changes to the entire chaotic pattern.

However, not paying attention does not mean not caring. At this moment, the time of the mysterious universe has been thawed. This was because some great gods had temporarily suppressed time, causing time to stop at the moment when Zhou Mingrui became the Fool. This also stopped the awakening of the original creator, making it impossible to continue to complete this crucial ritual.

As time turned, the river of time flowed slowly, and the accumulated power of time's mysteries surged down, directly shattering the shackles of time and space imposed on this universe by many great gods.

"This is bad, we've fallen into their trap." Suddenly, the voice of the Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin echoed throughout every corner of Wuzhuang Temple.

"What does the Ancestral Witch mean?" All the great gods were puzzled.

But they soon found out as well.

The sound of the Eastern Emperor Bell suddenly resounded through the void.

The sound of the Eastern Emperor Bell resounded throughout the entire chaos, piercing through all the arrangements made by the great gods in this mysterious universe.

"Zhu Jiuyin, the Ancestral Witch, how come your Great Dao of Time is being arbitrarily manipulated by the Eastern Emperor?" a great deity questioned.

The situation is already quite bad. With the sound of the Eastern Emperor Bell, the demon race will surely know where we are, and their attack is inevitable. However, the Eastern Emperor's attack will also come suddenly. It cannot be explained in a few words.

The Ancestral Witch Zhu Jiuyin remained silent, focusing solely on vying with Donghuang Zhong for control of time.

Clang!

The Eastern Emperor Bell was still ringing, instantly reversing the flow of time in the mysterious universe.

Just as Zhou Mingrui was about to merge the error with the uniqueness, he suddenly felt a crisis. He had sensed that time was not right, but his inspiration was blocked. He had an inexplicable feeling about these things, and a force was twisting his will, preventing him from thinking about them.

But now that power has vanished, or rather, it is no longer able to control his will, so he can clearly perceive the vast changes of time.

Logically, this time should be under His control, since He will become the Fool and possess the uniqueness of error. Time should be on His side. But somehow, this authority does not belong to Him at all, or rather, the authority that originally belonged to Him was directly stripped away by a more powerful force and is no longer under His control. The uniqueness of error and the characteristics of the Time Worm have thus become useless decorations.

"Who is it? Do you know Jinwu?" Zhou Mingrui habitually asked the Jinwu Prince projected into his soul.

"An extremely powerful being, perhaps a Great Luo, or even above the Great Luo, possibly your Primordial God, or the First Creator," Jinwu gave an ambiguous answer.

"Have they awakened? Or... the Heavenly Venerable of Blessing and Prosperity?" Zhou Mingrui wondered.

"Him? Impossible, because you are already Him, and He will never come back," Jinwu replied.

"Am I him, or is He me?" Zhou Mingrui, or rather Klein, was muttering to himself at that moment.

"It is you," Jinwu confirmed once again.

"Then who am I?" Klein asked, looking up at the sky.

"You are...￥#@*&" In an instant, a series of piercing explosions rang in Klein's ears.

"The original creators will awaken from Klein's body," the Great Immortal Hongmeng exclaimed upon discovering this anomaly amidst his busy schedule.

"Not only that, He will also awaken from Ammon, from Adam, and from all living beings in this universe."

"If He were to awaken, He would no longer be the original creator, but rather His Majesty the Eastern Emperor."

At this moment, people no longer always refer to the Eastern Emperor, but instead use a more respectful title.

If Donghuang Taiyi were to be resurrected as a sage, then it would be appropriate to address him as His Majesty Donghuang; otherwise…

That will be the case in the future, and it is only right that everyone refers to it that way.

So we won't suffer any loss in this matter, absolutely no loss. We should shout more so that when He suppresses everyone in the future, He will show mercy and the suppression period will be shorter.

"So you are Zhou Mingrui." At that moment, a voice called out accurately from the golden crow's mouth into Klein's mind.

"Yes, I am Zhou Mingrui, I am Zhou Mingrui. I am not Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun, nor am I the original creator. I am Zhou Mingrui, not ￥#@*&." Klein, or rather Zhou Mingrui, gradually cleared his confused, shimmering eyes, his soul looking inward at the golden sun hanging in the sky above his sea of ​​consciousness.

"So who are you?"

"But Your Majesty has seen through me. I am not the Sixth Prince of the Golden Crow, but the Ancestor of Luo."

The Golden Crow Prince has already begun a new cycle of creation, transforming into a human Taoist, standing in the Heavenly Realm of Consciousness, looking down at Zhou Mingrui's spirit body with an ordinary expression.

"Luo Zu, you have some nerve, daring to refine my nephew's thoughts and replace him." Zhou Mingrui seemed to laugh out loud, but his face remained expressionless.

This wasn't a forced smile; it was simply a divine message being conveyed.

Meanwhile, the outside world is no longer aware of the changes here, and a barrier from the original creator has risen here.

"Now that you know who you are, and my identity has been exposed, let's settle our differences here. Is that alright?" Luo Zu said leisurely, hovering high in the air.

"What do you think?" Zhou Mingrui raised his hand.

Then Luo Zu descended from the heavens and stood alone in front of Zhou Mingrui.

"You dare to steal heavenly secrets and deceive my thoughts. I really can't think of anything else you wouldn't dare to do," Zhou Mingrui said quietly.

"This humble servant would never dare to deceive His Majesty," Luo Zu immediately changed his form of address.

After all, he was captured and held here by Him, which was of course his own doing, putting himself in this situation.

Fortunately, it was just a thought of his and didn't amount to much.

But while he can refine the Golden Crow Prince, the Eastern Emperor cannot do the same.

"Is His Majesty no longer asleep?" Luo Zu asked.

"The time is not right, so go ahead and be arrogant."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Mingrui waved his hand and banished Luo Zu's thought from this sea of ​​consciousness.

But then they stumbled into a completely new world. (End of Chapter)