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

A bone-chilling cold rose from his heart; Chen Geng had never felt anything like this before.

My whole body felt numb, and it seemed that if I looked up, I could see a large knife about to fall from above.

His heart pounded like a drum, and the True Fire of the Sun surged within him. Looking around, he saw that the patriarchs were not looking at him, but were still talking to each other.

But he felt that everyone's eyes were focused on him, and for a moment even his voice was blocked and he couldn't hear anything.

The Candle Dragon Ancestor coughed lightly, and the pattering sound returned to his ears.

Chen Geng's mind raced, and he looked at Yuan Feng, but she didn't look at him.

When the calamity ancestor, who had set up a separate table, arrived, it was precisely him who saw him.

He Qingli actually managed to get to the foot of Buzhou Mountain. His location is quite a distance from here, unless he knew the news early on and rushed here with all his might.

Ge Chuan came too, and even Wang Yunbo from the losing class was there.

There were three other time travelers, and he could tell that these ancestors couldn't.

If the ancestor can't see it, how could Yuan Feng not see it?

Wang Yunbo is just a small scorpion, how could he possibly get here? Is it really such a coincidence?

He was clearly standing in the center of a hundred mountains, yet he felt, felt himself...

The merits of creation continuously emitted a mysterious yellow light, nourishing his body and mind.

Chen Geng, however, felt as if he were the protagonist in the center of this ceremony to commemorate the attainment of enlightenment by the Qilin Ancestor.

They've been tricked, and not just by one person. If they can't deal with this all at once, besides He Qingli, there's also Ge ​​Chuan, Wang Yunbo, and others...

Chen Geng remained silent as he watched the Ancestor of Chaos Light approach He Qingli. He had thought he could bring people in and make the various figures scheme against each other.

But he didn't expect that he still couldn't escape being targeted.

Why would these ancestors scheme against him? What exactly do they want?

Chen Geng knew that only by understanding this underlying logic could he overcome this hurdle.

  

I really wish my father and uncle were here right now. If the Eastern Emperor Bell were there to suppress them, why would they care about all this?

He had a flash of inspiration, but it was hard to grasp.

"Lord Siming, what's wrong?"

Yun Zhuo noticed that Chen Geng seemed distracted, so he asked him a question. But the question only made things worse, as it completely wiped the light from Chen Geng's mind.

He turned around abruptly, staring at Yun Zhuo without saying a word, already somewhat frightened.

Was this calculated, or just a coincidence because he simply asked the question?

Yun Zhuo felt hot all over under that gaze, as if she were burning up, and her eyes became uneasy for a moment:

"Your Excellency Siming, has Yunzhu done something wrong?"

"You didn't do anything wrong, it has nothing to do with you."

Chen Geng stopped looking at him and looked back at the scene.

Ancestor Chaos Light had already reached Taotie. With a mere wave of his hand, He Qingli, who was 100,000 feet tall, was instantly pressed to the ground and rendered immobile.

This is the suppression of the Great Dao. He Qingli himself has not comprehended the Great Dao, nor has he followed the path of others' Great Dao. He can only be considered a powerful innate being in the third rank.

They were completely crushed.

He Qingli struggled anxiously but to no avail; he could not break free no matter what he did.

At the summit of Buzhou Mountain, a gaze followed the boundless void and landed on the ancestral land of the Qilin.

The old Taoist priest in white sat cross-legged, his eyes half-open, watching quietly.

He did not descend the mountain, nor did he leave his sanctuary.

At this moment, countless eyes are probably watching Him, hoping that He can leave the top of Mount Buzhou.

"Friends, you have a refined taste."

Suddenly, a Taoist in a black and blue robe appeared on the edge of Buzhou Mountain. He also sat cross-legged, separated from Hongjun by a single line in the void.

The summit of Buzhou Mountain is Hongjun's Daoist temple.

Within this line lies an infinite distance.

"So it's Fellow Daoist Yangmei."

Hongjun laughed and said, "Fellow Daoist, you've come to witness the ceremony again?"

"You guys are playing too hard. I have to come and check on you from time to time. If someone is blind and attacks me, it won't be fun."

The old ancestor with raised eyebrows looked down the mountain: "That one being pressed down by the chaotic light is my disciple. I had a sudden urge to take him as my disciple before, but was that your doing?"

"You want me to save him to change the little golden crow's fate? What, are you going to stand with the demon emperor this time?"

Hongjun remained silent, smiling without saying a word, but simply took out a tea set from the void and poured three cups of tea.

He drank one cup, and Yang Mei drank another.

He raised an eyebrow and snorted coldly: "I won't take action, lest I get caught up in your schemes."

He looked at the large amount of tea in front of him and asked, "Is there anyone else coming?"

Hongjun remained silent, raising his eyebrows to show his stance and then stopped asking. He would speak when the time was right, that old schemer.

But this tea made His eyes light up. Enlightenment Tea, the leaves of this spiritual root haven't been completely plucked yet?

He wondered, "Is it Yin and Yang, or creation itself?"

Even sages would cherish the water used to brew the Enlightenment Tea, let alone now, when it is time to elevate the Way.

"No."

Hongjun pushed the tea to the left and said the man's name:

"If His Majesty the Eastern Emperor isn't cultivating enlightenment within the sun, how can he have the leisure to look here?"

"Of course I want to see you all."

A figure appeared out of thin air, wearing the Eastern Emperor's Heaven and Earth Robe, with a Heavenly Crown on his head, and holding a small bell in his left hand.

Donghuang Taiyi!

Yang Mei instinctively disliked it, as his Dao was being restrained by the Eastern Emperor Bell, but fortunately, the other party didn't seem to have any designs on him.

"What a wonderful treasure."

Hongjun exclaimed, "Since Your Majesty is here, why not see if the Little Golden Crow can overcome this difficulty?"

"Or perhaps, fellow Daoist, you wish to intervene and turn the primordial world upside down once again?"

"Some things only need to be tried once."

Donghuang shook his head, picked up the tea and drank it. He stared at the Qilin Ancestral Land below: "It's easy to resolve this situation. Just kill that Taotie remnant."

He raised his eyebrows and shook his head: "No, I think it's hard to explain. The Seventh Prince's path is upright and honest, and he has a clear conscience. He would never stand by and watch someone die. If he chooses to give up today, his path will surely be damaged in the future, and he will find it difficult to achieve transcendence."

"Your Majesty the Eastern Emperor, it seems your demon race is going to lose again this time."

Donghuang Taiyi remained silent, a hint of weariness in his eyes.

It's too difficult, too difficult. How difficult it is to attain the Great Luo Dao Fruit!

We must take it one step at a time, forging ahead with high spirits, maintaining a steadfast moral compass, and overcoming all obstacles.

Perseverance, wisdom, and opportunity are all indispensable, but how often do we find the perfect combination of timing and location?

"When the ten Golden Crows were born, only Little Seven woke up and called out to me first. His personality is also most similar to mine."

Donghuang Taiyi snorted coldly: "If we fail, what if we cause another upheaval?"

His words were laced with anger: "You bunch of treacherous scoundrels, all you love is scheming and plotting! Then let's all die together, and I'll let you scheme one more time, and see who gets tired of it!"

Upon hearing this, Yangmei and Hongjun exchanged a glance but remained silent.

If they were to engage in conversation, they would be drawn into the situation, and unforeseen changes would occur. Donghuang Taiyi might not be able to cause any major upheaval.

"Let's wait and see. With the Great Dao of Shangqing in this world, there is always a glimmer of possibility for everything."

Hongjun slowly took a sip of tea. At this moment, the timing for the Qilin Ancestral Land had reached a critical juncture.