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

There is one day left until the return.

Chen Geng stepped out of the golden cave and looked back, only to see the lush greenery of Mount Buzhou.

Where can you find any trace of the old farmer?

He was extremely unhappy that he didn't get the spiritual root this time, feeling that his opportunity had just slipped away.

When we become powerful enough, we'll definitely strip this place bare!

"Seventh Prince!"

Du Deng and Qian Yao had been waiting for a long time. At this moment, their noses twitched, and they smelled a pure and sacred aura. They immediately turned around to look.

Sure enough, they spotted their own prince!

"Your Highness, where have you been? We were so worried!"

Qianyao ran over, leaping and stumbling, his eyes filled with tension!

"Your Highness, something terrible has happened! Something terribly wrong!"

They seemed to have finally found their pillar of support: "The other nine princes were... were..."

"What's wrong?" Chen Geng's heart sank; a bad premonition rose within him...

"The other nine princes were... were shot dead by those barbarians from the Wu tribe!"

Thousands of heads in the kiln simultaneously wept: "Damn the Witch Clan! They've ruined the foundation of our Heavenly Court! Let's hurry back and report to the Demon Emperor!"

Du Deng, his lamplight flickering with anger, said, "Your Highness, now, you are the only Crown Prince left in the entire Demon Court..."

"How could this be?"

Chen Geng's heart sank. When he saw the nine suns in the sky, he knew this day would come, but he didn't expect it to come so soon.

But why don't I feel anything at all? Is it because I'm in that cave?

Why did the Demon Emperor, their father, not react when the Nine Golden Crows were killed?

Chen Geng inquired about the details, but they were too far away. Even a Xuanxian was not qualified to know the truth and was not very clear about it.

In other words, the fuse for the Lich Wars has already appeared, and the mythology will become extremely unstable, with danger lurking at any moment.

"Not good..." He realized, "If we stay on this land, we will surely be captured by the Witch Clan. Let's get out of here first."

He immediately flipped onto Du Deng's back, telling Qian Yao to hold onto An Jingjing and follow closely. He quickly said, "We can't afford to make a mistake on this last day."

"Let's go back to Heaven."

"Leaving right away!"

  

The lanterns shone brightly, and they set off towards the Heavenly Court.

An Jingjing dared not speak. From her perspective, the two enormous monsters and the three-legged crow were speaking human language.

For newcomers entering the mythology world for the first time, the pressure is immense; they fear being devoured the moment they open their mouths.

During the flight, Chen Geng's golden pupils glanced at the primordial land beneath his feet.

The sun disappeared, and countless living beings were frozen by the cold current; only blessed lands like grotto heavens could escape unscathed.

The cold wave froze everything, and even the drought-resistant spiritual herbs and trees that had survived couldn't withstand it and died.

Even those who are more resilient are still struggling to hold on, but judging from their appearance, they won't last much longer.

This touched him for a moment, and his steps slowed down considerably. In the end, he even broke away from the city lights and stood alone in mid-air.

"Your Highness, why did you stop?"

Du Deng was puzzled: "We haven't even reached the second heaven yet. If the Witch Clan catches up, we're doomed."

"You can't fly to the second heaven in a day."

Chen Geng sighed, his gaze sweeping across the land: "They couldn't get here in a day."

The throbbing in his heart grew stronger, faintly resonating with the Golden Crow Avenue that remained on Mount Buzhou, and the starlight seemed to brighten a little.

That was the Daoist aura left behind when the Demon Emperor Jun and Donghuang Taiyi listened to the lecture in Zixiao Palace, and it was now condensed on Chen Geng's body.

He frowned deeply, remaining motionless as he gazed at the myriad beings of the primordial world, lost in thought.

Unseen by Chen Geng, some eyes were cast upon him.

Their eyes were filled with curiosity and anticipation.

In some places, undisguised malice permeated the air, causing the Great Dao to tremble and actively suppress the Golden Crow Avenue.

Suddenly, a soft bell rang out on Jinwu Avenue, and the suppressing power instantly dissipated.

"Your Highness?"

Qianyao cautiously tried to speak, but Dudeng stopped him: "Shh."

He made a shushing gesture. At this moment, His Highness was surrounded by Daoist energy, clearly immersed in enlightenment, and should not be disturbed.

The dark and cold world beneath his feet reminded Chen Geng of the bird that came to him seeking light during the Dragon-Han Calamity.

He tried so hard, failing time and time again, exhausting himself with each attempt, just wanting a little light to illuminate the earth.

He said...it was too dark.

Chen Geng also felt that the earth was too dark at this moment.

For some reason, he subconsciously enveloped himself with the Golden Crow Great Dao, and the true fire of the sun burned on his feathers. He habitually flapped his wings and transformed into a rainbow, just like during the Dragon-Han Great Calamity, and flew over the earth.

He didn't have the strength of the other Golden Crows, nor their fiery passion; he was merely a star that had fallen to earth.

It could only warm a very small area, but it still gave those struggling creatures a much-needed boost.

After the great calamities of the Dragon-Han and Dao-Mo, although all things in the primordial world were still innate, their birth was no longer pure, and the entire primordial world was permeated by the myriad paths.

Although it is stronger, with countless obstacles pulling at its feet, taking another step forward is more than a thousand times more difficult.

Within the bodies of all spirits lie myriad paths, including the Golden Crow Dao.

If one lacks something, one's essence becomes incomplete, leading to imbalance and death; one will fear cold and heat, and worry about disasters.

Therefore, all things need the sun, need light and heat. Now, as Chen Geng flies across the earth, whether it is the witch clan, the demon clan, or other races, they are all bathed in this hard-won sun.

The fact that one of the Golden Crows is still alive naturally attracts the covetous eyes of countless beings.

On Mount Buzhou, an old farmer stood in a golden wheat field, his eyes gentle, and nodded softly.

At the summit of Buzhou Mountain, a figure with white hair and beard smiled slightly and, as usual, raised his hand to let the horse go.

Above the Demon Court, Donghuang Taiyi withdrew his gaze and let out a long sigh.

Meanwhile, among the Wu tribe, the towering Yi wanted to pick up his great bow again and shoot down that sliver of light that had fallen to the earth.

"One is still missing."

He snorted coldly and was about to nock an arrow and shoot.

Although this divine bow cannot shoot down nine suns, it is more than enough to shoot down that little golden crow.

"Yi, no!"

A delicate hand gently rested on the bow. Yi turned around in surprise, then hurriedly bowed and said, "Yi greets the Ancestral Witch Houtu."

Beside Him, a deity dressed in the robe of the Yellow Virtue of the Earth appeared out of nowhere.

Its face is like a jade crown, or like a clay sculpture; at first glance, it seems no different from the statues of gods enshrined in temples.

But upon closer inspection, it seemed as heavy and solid as the entire earth.

He gazed at that single star: "The golden crow may perish for its evil deeds, but I rejoice in its good deeds as well."

He looked at Yi with gentle eyes: "Today you lay down your bow, and one day, perhaps there will be a sliver of a chance to escape the cycle of birth and death."

Although Da Yi did not understand the meaning of the words, he immediately put down his bow and arrow.

Suddenly, that starlight gradually dimmed; for a primordial deity, it was only a few words' worth of time.

"He is gone."

Da Yi stared intently at the foot of Buzhou Mountain in the distance, and the Ancestral Witch did not pursue him.

Houtu, the ancestral witch, remained silent, only glancing up at the sky before slowly disappearing among the mountains.