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

Suzaku is in danger.

Chen Geng watched anxiously from the heavens, but he couldn't go down to help immediately. First of all, he was still upholding the company's authority, and secondly, the distance between heaven and earth was too vast.

By the time he arrived, the Vermilion Bird clan had already been wiped out.

But what's strange is that as Vermilion Birds are captured and killed, the Vermilion Birds trapped in the Nirvana Divine Fire and the Tranquil Dao Domain are becoming stronger and stronger.

It was my own fault that I harmed Suzaku. If I had known, I wouldn't have let Him pass on the breathing technique to the Suzaku clan.

Chen Geng desperately transformed into a rainbow and finally set foot on Mount Buzhou. After completing his task for the day, he was about to set off for the prehistoric world.

Even if the Golden Crow transforms into a rainbow and cannot save the Vermilion Bird's clan, it would be enough to save his friend, the Vermilion Bird.

"If I were you, I wouldn't go down there."

A voice suddenly came from the side, and Chen Geng subconsciously turned his head to look, his heart skipped a beat!

It was an old Taoist priest dressed in white, his hands clasped together in front of him, standing on the edge of a cliff looking down at the desolate land, where a tragic scene was unfolding.

"Senior, I'm in a real hurry right now. Let's talk about it later."

Chen Geng flapped his wings and flew towards the prehistoric world. At this moment, he had no time to chat.

But for some reason, no matter how he flew today, he was still on the top of Buzhou Mountain.

It feels so familiar. It was just like when I was flying through the rice and wheat fields of Buzhou Mountain.

Looking back, the old Taoist priest in white was still looking at him calmly, as if waiting for him to stop.

"Senior, this is a matter of life and death!"

Chen Geng knew he couldn't escape, so he softened his tone: "Please let me go."

"The Vermilion Bird will not die."

The old Taoist priest comforted him, saying, "Now that you're here, I'll have a good talk with you."

  

He waved his hand, and two prayer mats appeared before him.

Chen Geng had no choice but to transform into human form and sit cross-legged on it, anxiously saying:

"Please speak quickly, senior."

The old Taoist priest in white chuckled softly, his eyes seemingly seeing through everything: "You think it was you who passed on the Jade Void Technique to the Vermilion Bird, causing its clan's annihilation?"

"Isn't that right?"

Chen Geng was surprised that the other party knew these things, but he also felt it made sense, because he already had some guesses about the identity of the person in front of him.

But the old Taoist priest gently shook his head: "If you want to know, then come with me."

The futon had somehow arrived outside the Zixiao Palace. The old Taoist in white actually walked into the palace, brewed a pot of tea through the door, and looked at Chen Geng with a smile.

Chen Geng subconsciously looked up at the sun. Di Jun wouldn't let him enter Zixiao Palace, but now someone was inviting him in.

Should we go?

The sun remained still, so Chen Geng gritted his teeth and stepped into the Zixiao Palace.

If this person's identity is as he suspects, then he will not be in mortal danger.

"You've got some nerve. If I hadn't brought that axe, I'd like to see what you were thinking."

The old Taoist pushed a cup of tea in front of him: "Try it, it's tea from the Enlightenment Tea Tree with its innate spiritual root."

An axe? Enlightenment tea leaves?

Chen Geng subconsciously touched his lower back, looked into the teacup, and sure enough, saw a golden leaf.

This is genuine innate spiritual root tea. If he drinks this cup of tea, he will probably immediately fall into enlightenment.

On the tea leaves, a golden three-legged divine bird, exactly like his original form, evolved.

This……

Chen Geng's expression shifted, but he forcibly suppressed his longing for the Golden Crow Avenue, still worried about the Vermilion Bird:

"Senior, could you please tell me why?"

Seeing that he neither drank nor urged him, the old Taoist priest revealed the truth behind the last few words.

"How do you know this wasn't something Suzaku did intentionally?"

Intentional? How could that be!

Chen Geng certainly didn't believe it. He bowed and sighed.

Now that so much time has been wasted, the opportunity is probably gone.

"Senior, Suzaku is kind; He would never do such a thing."

"He wouldn't do that now, but He will be different in the future."

The old Taoist took another sip of tea: "He didn't go to his own dojo in the Antarctic volcano, so he fell behind in the future and didn't know what to do. He could only make an indirect move to let the destruction of his clan be absorbed into his own destiny."

"Did you just notice how his aura and presence were becoming increasingly powerful?"

Chen Geng's pupils suddenly contracted.

He wasn't shocked by the gathering of fortune in the Vermilion Bird, but rather by that "indirect move"!

His breathing technique comes from himself, so this indirect move can only fall on himself!

Since He obtained His breathing technique from Zhou Yuling, wasn't He planning to kill Zhou Yuling and then come to the prehistoric world from the very beginning?

He thought he was safe and sound, staying in the sun, but he still didn't expect to fall for this trick.

"No... I can't believe everything you say!"

He still maintained his rationality and reason: "If I'm not mistaken, you are indeed the Dao Ancestor Hongjun!"

Chen Geng wanted to see a hint of emotion on the other person's face, but he didn't.

Hongjun's calm demeanor suggested that he had anticipated this statement.

He poured the remaining tea from his cup in front of Chen Geng and made him lean closer to look:

"You can take a look."

Chen Geng subconsciously looked at the tea, feeling very distressed. The tea spilled on the ground was like a mirror, reflecting a scene.

It just so happens to be the scene where he shoots birds with a small bow in the golden cave.

Birds were being shot one after another, which was not unusual, but when one of the two-legged crows was shot, he saw a red feather gently push it.

This feather is exactly the same as the one that grows on the Vermilion Bird!

Chen Geng subconsciously tensed up.

The scene in the water mirror slowed down dramatically before he could see clearly that the push would directly send the crow into a space containing a golden gate.

Mythical Kinmen!

Chen Geng felt a "boom" explode in his brain at this moment. The crow was too huge. The space where the Golden Gate was located was not as big as its eye.

Just then, the old farmer reached out and grabbed the crow back, but a drop of blood was still silently carried by the crimson feather to the world where Kinmen was located.

"That drop of blood..."

"That Golden Gate is a real treasure," Hongjun exclaimed before replying to Chen Geng.

"Yes, that drop of blood is from a Golden Immortal Crow Demon, but the Vermilion Bird has placed a wisp of Golden Crow Daoist essence inside him, waiting for you to retrieve it."

"Look again."

Within the water mirror, the scene shifts again, showing Zhou Yuling, seemingly dazed and confused, traversing a space and arriving in Chaoge City.

Here she happened to see Jiang Ziya healing the sick and saving people, and she thought it was a stroke of luck. She then learned the Jade Void Breathing Method there.

Chen Geng began to feel a chill run down his spine. Could all of this really have been just a casual move?

The other party had already seen what he was going to do, and even suspected that Zhou Yuling's conflict with him was due to being manipulated by Zhuque.

"He..."

Chen Geng recognized the feathers and the Daoist aura of the Vermilion Bird, so he knew that Hongjun had not lied to him.

"What's wrong? Panicking?"

Hongjun began to laugh: "Then let me tell you, all of Zhuque's schemes were aimed at changing her fate of guarding the South Pole?"

Chen Geng felt that his brain could no longer process so much information.