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

He remained silent for a long time, until perhaps the Vermilion Bird clan had been wiped out.

The image on the tea gradually spread throughout the entire Zixiao Palace as the Daoist aura dissipated.

Chen Geng continued to stare, without making a move.

Hongjun smiled faintly. This little golden crow is clever; it will probably figure out the ins and outs soon.

Little did he know that while it appeared that Zhuque was actively planning for his own benefit, in reality, who could say for sure who was whose pawn?

He added another point:

"This Vermilion Bird stole your merits through your hands, and the vast majority of the primordial fortune of that colorful world fell on its own body."

"The way of destiny is beyond words. He orchestrated the activation of supernatural powers behind the scenes. The entire prehistoric world owes him a favor, which should have been yours."

But a day passed, then two days, and Chen Geng didn't get impatient...

Hongjun's expression changed slightly, and he had no choice but to open the gates of Zixiao Palace so that the sun could see that this kid was still sitting here peacefully.

Three days, four days... Chen Geng's breathing became heavy, as if he couldn't understand certain aspects of the situation.

This made Him gradually frown, staring intently at Chen Geng, and then guessing at a certain possibility.

"Are you... trying to absorb the Daoist aura emanating from that enlightenment tea?"

He no longer waited for things to develop naturally, but used his supernatural powers to see what was about to happen.

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But then again, maybe not. This kid isn't that greedy, is he?

Everything was as usual, except that the little golden crow stayed in the Zixiao Palace for a full 30,000 years before opening its mouth and swallowing its cup of enlightenment tea leaves in one gulp.

Thirty thousand years later, Chen Geng stood up and bowed, thanking Hongjun Daozu for his guidance.

Then, without saying a word, he backed away from Zixiao Palace step by step.

On the way back, Chen Geng didn't say a word, remaining silent until they arrived in Taiyang. Only then did he hurriedly take out the Kinmen scroll to check his integration level.

In fact, he could roughly sense his integration level and understanding of the Great Dao without the painting, but the painting could help him quantify his cultivation level and make it more straightforward.

[Fusion degree: 3.9%]

[Speed ​​Drive: 0.002%]

[Time Avenue: 0.01%]

The integration level is directly linked to Jinwu Avenue, and it actually surged by 2.9%, all thanks to that cup of Enlightenment Tea.

Chen Geng still had some lingering tea ceremony notes in his mouth. With careful observation, it wouldn't be a problem to eventually achieve a 4% integration level.

But beneath these three main roads, another main road appears.

This was a complete bargain. Hongjun didn't drink the half cup of enlightenment tea, but insisted on showing him the scene, and the Daoist aura spread throughout the entire Zixiao Palace.

He took deep breaths, inhaling as much as he could, and after 30,000 years, the old man probably still thought he had been thinking for 30,000 years.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could stay home and not have to go to work for the next 30,000 years?

[Balanced Avenue: 1%]

He laughed, laughing wildly in the sun with his back to Mount Buzhou.

Chen Geng quickly recovered from his shock and figured out some things on his own.

My arrival at this Dragon-Han Calamity seems like a coincidence, but in reality, it seems like someone has been plotting against me at every step.

If he hadn't known, he might not have even known how he died, but now that he knows, things are different.

Di Jun appeared in the sunlight, his gaze profound: "Why are you laughing?"

Chen Geng directly expressed his thoughts:

"The fact that I was able to come here suggests that those powerful beings see me as an important pawn in their game. Doesn't that mean I can use this identity to gain many advantages for myself?"

"You see, it's not that difficult to get tea from Zixiao Palace."

He seemed to have come to terms with it; since he was powerless to change his situation anyway, he might as well make the most of it.

"Do you really think that?"

Di Jun asked him a question in return.

Chen Geng's laughter stopped abruptly, and he fell silent.

"I know you're not reconciled. Among your brothers and sisters, you're the most unwilling to admit defeat."

Di Jun reached out and touched Chen Geng for the first time; his hand was warmer than the sun.

For some reason, Chen Geng's eyes stung, and he instinctively looked up.

"Your uncle's Eastern Emperor Bell has already suppressed time and space in the future, blocking all prying eyes."

He withdrew his hand, his eyes lacking the majesty of a king among myriad races. After giving Chen Geng a deep look, he spoke:

"In the Dragon Han realm today, there are only a handful of Dao Masters. You have Extreme Speed, so as long as you don't enter other people's Daoist temples, there aren't many who can bully you."

"From today onwards, your father will no longer be able to watch over you as often as he does today."

His figure faded away, leaving only Chen Geng with the same expression as when he first entered the Zixiao Palace.

He closed his eyes and took another deep breath, the true fire of the sun continuously flowing into his limbs and bones through his mouth and nose. When he opened his eyes again, his gaze had become cold once more.

"What Father Emperor is referring to is the Dao Lord, but that's only a handful. Even an existence like the Qilin Ancestor would need more than two million years to achieve Dao."

"I arrived too early. Even if they have methods and schemes, they cannot cause me any real harm at this time."

"This is my chance."

His expression was extremely calm: "Those who attain the Dao should be like Zhulong, who created the Dao of Time. However, there are only a handful left, so at most there are four more."

Chen Geng guessed that the one on the top of Buzhou Mountain must have already become a Dao Lord, so there could be at most three more.

If the Qilin Ancestor can achieve enlightenment, then the Ancestral Dragon and the Primordial Phoenix will certainly achieve it as well. It's just a matter of whether it will happen before or after that. We'll find out soon enough.

It seems there are three more who are hiding very well, but these three have no grudge against him and should not harm him.

Di Jun was able to tell him all this, but he didn't tell him how to do it. He clearly hoped that Di Jun would discover something and make some decisions on his own.

Chen Geng's gaze gradually sharpened, and a murderous aura slowly emanated from him in the sunlight.

"The future Suzaku already has a way to bring about his own demise."

He looked down at the prehistoric landscape, and on Mount Gui, there was a vermilion bird. At this moment, there were no other Vermilion Birds to be seen around.

The Vermilion Bird race has been reduced to its last remaining form in the world, and it has actually managed to fight Feng Xi to a standstill.

As a member of the Phoenix Clan, Feng Xi was already powerful, a hegemon in her own right, but now she can no longer do anything to Zhu Que.

He will reclaim the merits he accumulated in the primordial chaos in the future.

However, the luck and favors that arise from the pointillism and supernatural powers can still return to him as long as the Vermilion Bird is not around.

Suzaku will not die in the future, but he is different; he needs it very much.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Chen Geng spread his wings above the sun, transforming into a golden rainbow that shot straight into the primordial land.

He didn't care whether it was Si Ming's turn to work or not. The boss had already left during working hours, so why should he be so obedient?

On the battlefield of Guishan, Zhuque continuously unleashed his divine powers, engaging in battle with Fengxi.

But at that moment, Chen Geng was struck by a golden rainbow carrying boundless solar fire, which plummeted straight down.

"Boom!"

The raging true fire exploded, burning everything in its path. Zhuque and Fengxi were terrified and immediately flapped their wings to flee the place.

There were countless fires in the primordial world, but the number one fire was always the true fire of the sun.

Chen Geng's Golden Crow Avenue is now so much better than before; it's truly like the sun crashing down upon him.

"It's you! Golden Crow!"

Suzaku cheered excitedly, "You've come to help me? That's wonderful!"

He was worrying about how to defeat Feng Xi when the Golden Crow came to his aid.

As long as he and Jinwu join forces, Fengxi will definitely not be able to stop them.

Chen Geng gave Zhuque a deep look, then stood between the two and slowly took out the palm-sized bow from his pocket.

Red bow and white arrow!