The primordial chaos has arrived, and you have to choose the crow at the start.

The sun... is coming after us!

The surviving creatures of the prehistoric world fled in terror, scrambling to escape into the deeper shadows cast by Mount Buzhou.

If this fire were to spread further, all life on this desolate land would be completely wiped out!

This terrified Chen Geng. The powerful beings of the prehistoric world were all capable of divination and foresight. If they knew that so many lives had been lost because of him, they would have no reason to remain in this mythical world.

He decisively turned around and fled with his back to the sun.

If that sun knew what he meant, it probably wouldn't have chased after him.

Sure enough, after chasing for a couple of steps, the sun slowly stopped, seemingly quite puzzled.

Nine suns blazed across the sky, and a golden crow tilted its head, asking, "Why doesn't Geng come and play with us?"

"Di Yi, we came out to have fun. Di Geng doesn't usually like to associate with us. Oh well, let's just ignore him."

The other golden crow didn't take it seriously at all. It flew over and glanced at it, and the other golden crows followed suit.

"Why is He flying so slowly?"

"I don't know, but there's a witch over there."

"I guess this isn't the current Him. Tsk tsk, does having a good relationship with Zhulong mean he can run around like that? Even the Imperial Uncle is willing to let him use the Eastern Emperor Bell..."

As the whispers faded into the distance, Chen Geng breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that the golden crows behind him were no longer pursuing him.

He took a deep breath, finally stopping his body, which was exhausted from the strenuous flight, and opened his mouth to inhale deeply the sun, which was the left eye of the Father God in the highest heaven.

Strands of true solar fire continuously flowed into his throat, seeping into his internal organs and body. Because the Golden Crow Dao was so abundant, his innate body was completely restored in just a few breaths.

Just then, a thought struck him, and a strange movement occurred on the scroll.

Upon opening the form, Chen Geng was surprised to find that his contribution points had increased by 10000.

This is……

Yes, he stopped Jinwu from chasing after him, so he deserves the 10000 contribution points.

Chen Geng decisively added it to his own fusion level again.

Fusion degree: 0.145%

Chen Geng was overjoyed to have taken another step towards becoming a true golden crow, and decisively spread his wings!

With this flap of his wings, his speed increased by more than three times, and his insights into the Golden Crow Avenue came flooding in.

With the current world where nine suns have appeared out of nowhere, Chen Geng is like a fish in water, and in an instant, he has stepped into the second level of heaven.

During the Lich Age, the demon race ruled the heavens and the witch race occupied the land. However, this primordial land did not have only one layer, but nine layers, commonly known as the Nine Netherworlds.

  

And this heaven is not just one layer, but a full thirty-three days.

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens lies Chaos, and beyond Chaos lies a Daoist temple set up by a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Chen Geng's eyes saw far ahead. Compared to the early stage of the Dragon-Han Great Calamity he had visited before, the myriad paths here were mature, and the world was many times larger.

The sky in the primordial world grew ever higher, and the earth grew ever thicker.

He finally stepped into the second heaven and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had finally left the most dangerous land.

If I were to encounter the Witch Clan now, my life would likely be in danger.

He could basically call himself invincible on Earth; his innate nature as a being meant that he could be indifferent even when facing cultivators at the Void Returning Realm.

But this place is different; this is the primordial wilderness.

Any strange beast that walks out from anywhere could take his life.

He came to a patch of black ground, weighed his claws, used his third leg to change the position of An Jingjing he was holding, and flapped his wings again.

Strangely enough, the ground beneath our feet was pure black, reflecting light in the daylight.

During this period, the sun was farther away, and only scattered light existed between heaven and earth; the sun itself was no longer visible.

Chen Geng thought to himself that the other Golden Crows were really wasting their talents. If he had the strength, he would definitely be able to gain countless contribution points by shining through the heavens.

Chen Geng calculated that he had been flying for at least 180 years, while three days had passed on the other side of Earth.

He then left the black soil beneath his feet and arrived at the cliff area.

Strangely enough, after flying for so long, we haven't seen a single demon.

This puzzled him greatly. Where had all the demons from the second heaven gone?

It was impossible for him to reach Buzhou Mountain within the stipulated time.

But after flying for another three days, Chen Geng glanced back casually and suddenly understood the reason!

Behind them, on the ground, the head of a giant with a yellow face and black hair broke through the second heaven!

Chen Geng's heart skipped a beat at that moment. He exclaimed "Holy crap!" and his legs went weak with fright!

What is that?!

A witch? Are witches that numerous?

I thought it was the earth, but it turned out to be His hair and skin?

In the information I've read about ancient myths and legends, the most powerful ancestral witches are usually described as being "ten thousand feet tall".

But this... this ancestral witch's height can no longer be described in terms of zhang (丈), the distance between the primordial world and heaven is measured in light-years.

How terrifying!

His gaze was fixed on the other person, but the other person didn't look at him at all, instead staring intently at the nine golden crows writhing in the distance.

Then... He began to move, and in an instant the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, the second heaven was directly torn apart into an endless chasm by His movement.

Chen Geng was completely ignored; the other party didn't even notice him.

For a moment, he felt both bitter and joyful; bitter because of his own insignificance, and joyful because of his own insignificance.

Otherwise, this sorcerer, whose level of power was unknown, could have easily shattered him and this small world with a wave of his hand.

"Seventh Prince, what are you doing here!"

Suddenly, a voice appeared behind him. Chen Geng turned around and saw a powerful demon.

But the great demon was respectful, his eyes filled with worry.

"That witch was right at Your Highness's feet just now; it really worried us."

One by one, the great demons quickly arrived. They had originally been monitoring the great shaman and dared not approach, but they had naturally discovered Chen Geng. Now that the great shaman had left, they rushed over, their voices earnest:

"Fortunately, Your Highness is protected by His Majesty the Demon Emperor. What a stroke of luck!"

The Seventh Prince?

Chen Geng finally learned his identity and his ranking among the Golden Crows.

He made a mental note of it, and thankfully he finally encountered people from the demon race.

"Stop talking. Now take me to Buzhou Mountain."

He pointed to the distant Heavenly Pillar, indicating that he had no intention of going to the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court now.

This identity is still not fully integrated; if something goes wrong, there's nowhere to turn for help.

According to the timeline of the "Ten Golden Crows' Birth," if he remembered correctly, Hongjun had already finished his second sermon, and the third sermon had not yet begun.

The fact that the human race has appeared proves that the innate spiritual treasure gourd and gourd vine have already been taken away.

But... the vine is gone... but the roots are still there, right?

Even without roots, the leaves are still there, right? Those powerful beings probably wouldn't care about these.

Even if all else fails, there's the Dao Ancestor Hongjun preaching on Mount Buzhou, where the Daoist aura intertwines with that of the three thousand mortals. If he memorizes the Great Dao in the past, he can then go back to the Dragon-Han Great Calamity mythology and manipulate things a bit to earn contribution points.

Chen Geng is as clear-headed as a mirror; he knows his own worth.

A great opportunity can only be obtained when one's Golden Crow is fully perfected, not now.

"Your Highness, may I ask why you are going to Buzhou Mountain?"

The leading demon looked worried: "According to His Majesty the Demon Emperor's orders, Your Highness should be returning to Tang Valley at this time."

"They're all outside, what would I do if I went back?"

Chen Geng grinned: "What's your name? Just take me there."

Oh no... they asked for my name!

The great demon Qianku was startled. The Seventh Prince was the most murderous and decisive. If the Seventh Prince held a grudge against him, would he have a good life in the future?

His expression changed drastically, and he stopped trying to dissuade him, quickly saying, "Your Highness, let's leave now."