Hong Huang: I, the ancestor of the dragon clan, will never come out!

West.

Mount Xumi.

"Brother, I'm back." Zhunti bowed calmly.

On Mount Xumi, Jie Yin, who seemed to be half asleep, opened his eyes and looked at Zhunti, who seemed to be calm, and sighed slightly.

"Brother, your heart is in turmoil."

Zhunti bowed slightly and nodded, his eyes lowered, without words, and maintained a calm expression without expression.

As a saint, he himself knew how turbulent his heart was.

Once upon a time, Zhunti thought that the biggest problem of this million years of imprisonment was the lost face that Ao Changsheng had mentioned before.

At the beginning, it was indeed so.

The thought of not knowing whether someone would see such an embarrassing posture always emerged in Zhunti's mind.

But later, after he and Tongtian reached the so-called agreement, he no longer worried about the face problem.

Zhunti discovered it.

For him, the thing that affected him most was not the "little thing" of losing face, but the deep feeling of powerlessness.

He had a great power that could destroy the world, but he was suppressed in the empty world and couldn't even move a finger.

This strong sense of contrast has been tormenting Zhunti for millions of years.

He didn't even care too much about Tongtian's use of him as an example to guide his disciples when he broke the seal.

Anyway, there were many people who saw him, one more or one less would not be too much.

Well... at most, if there is a chance in the future, he can find a few more predestined people on Tongtian's side.

Sitting on the side of Jieyin again, Zhunti put his hands together in front of him and silently recited the scriptures of meditation in his heart.

But the more this happened, the harder it was for Zhunti to calm down.

He admitted.

He regretted it.

He regretted that he attacked Nuwa to steal the treasure because he coveted the innate treasure, Qiankun Ding.

If he had honestly prepared all the gifts and borrowed treasures, or directly asked him to strengthen the Western Spiritual Veins.

How could he have been imprisoned for a million years?

A million years is nothing to a saint.

But the impact on Zhunti is probably difficult to make up for even if he spent thousands of times more time.

For an external object, he affected his own practice. How stupid it is.

Moreover, what affected Zhunti the most was that he had offended Ao Changsheng, the owner of the Qiankun Ding. Their Western Spiritual Veins might never have the chance to return to the acquired and innate.

This feeling of self-blame has been lingering in Zhunti's heart for these years, and it will linger on Zhunti for countless years in the future.

Looking at his junior brother beside him, Jie Yin sighed slightly in his heart, but said nothing.

If these three corpses could be killed by words and preaching, then in the prehistoric world, the three thousand guests in the Zixiao Palace would have killed the three corpses long ago.

If you want to kill this third corpse, you can only rely on yourself.

All he could do was to try his best to create an environment that would help Zhunti to kill the corpse.

After closing his eyes again, Jie Yin returned to his half-asleep and half-awake state.

Zhunti's return after breaking the seal did not cause any disturbance in the prehistoric world. After all, only a few people knew that Zhunti was sealed.

In the prehistoric world.

The heavenly secrets caused by the war between the witch and the lich were still extremely chaotic.

It had been a million years since the witch and the lich fell, but there was no sign of recovery.

One could not help but suspect that this chaotic heavenly secret would probably continue until the end of this era.

It would continue until the beginning of a new era.

And a million years.

The lives of all races and spirits in the prehistoric world were also extremely difficult.

After all, in this era of chaotic heavenly secrets, the great way was not obvious. Even those who were below the quasi-saints and practicing Daluo were severely affected.

It was difficult to practice in seclusion.

Moreover, except for the Golden Immortals, Taiyi Golden Immortals and Daluo Golden Immortals with endless lifespans, the clansmen and cultivators below the Golden Immortals of the prehistoric myriad races.

During these millions of years, a gap in cultivators is gradually forming, which makes many of the prehistoric myriad races feel uneasy.

At this time, the only race in the prehistoric myriad races that will not be affected by this chaotic heavenly secret, and is constantly expanding and growing.

It became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

You know, except for a very small number of races whose living and living conditions are very different from those of the human race.

Even if the clan land chosen by most of the prehistoric myriad races is not the first-class cave paradise in the prehistoric myriad races.

But it is definitely the most fertile treasure land in that area. The expanding human race will naturally not choose to avoid these treasure lands.

The expansion of the prehistoric human race is not a good man who persuades the prehistoric myriad races to leave with good words and give them the land.

Instead, it is real killing, plundering, and expansion.

And this has already touched the bottom line of all the races in the ancient world.Originally, because of this chaotic era, they chose to hide from the world and wait quietly for the arrival of the new era.

But at this time, the human race wanted to seize their territory, how could they tolerate this.

Even though they knew that the human race had a saint-level emperor Fuxi at this time, and knew that the human race was strong and powerful at this time.

But among the numerous prehistoric races, there were still many races that chose to go to war with the human race without hesitation.

The war started!

But...

How could the prehistoric races that could not practice and improve and lacked manpower be the opponents of the growing human race at this time.

Except for a very small number of races with ancestors in the quasi-saint realm who could resist the human race.

But more, countless prehistoric races were expelled by the human race, and the human race's territory was constantly expanding.

Unlike the witch race that once ruled the prehistoric land.

Because the reproductive ability could not be completely prosperous, occupying the vast prehistoric land.

Although the reproductive ability of the human race is not extremely strong, it is definitely not weak.

These territories that were incorporated into the human race, except for a very small number of races that were left as livestock and food and a very small number of fish that slipped through the net.

Only the human race remained!

These extremely domineering scenes also frightened countless powerful beings in the prehistoric world.

But even so, almost no quasi-saint powerful beings would choose to take action.

Even those races that relied on the quasi-saint ancestors to resist the human race at the beginning chose to retreat and leave as the surrounding territories were occupied by the human race.

From beginning to end.

The Daluo, Taiyi and other cultivators below the quasi-saints were fine, but those quasi-saint powerful beings did not dare to hurt any cultivator of the human race.

The reason for this is that the prehistoric world is really big and there is no lack of living space, but in the final analysis...

This is the deterrent power of a saint who once protected the human race!

——Fuxi smiled and said that everyone was very considerate, and put down the hands that had been touching Fuxi Qin——

It is not unique.

In the prehistoric land, when the human race was expanding rapidly.

Heaven.

In a million years, Haotian and Yaochi also completely took control of the entire thirty-six heavens of the heaven.

I believe that even if Taiyi revived and Dijun was reborn, they would never be able to regain control of the heaven.

Heaven, Daluotian.

Above the Lingxiao Palace.

Haotian and Yaochi walked step by step towards the chair representing the highest power in the heaven.

Many immortal cultivators looked solemn, watching and witnessing this scene.

Haotian's chair was on top, and Yaochi's chair was slightly lower than Haotian's.

The two stood still, turned around, looked at the many cultivators in the heaven below, with solemn expressions, and raised their hands to bow at the same time.

"Heaven is above. I, Haotian (Yaochi), now follow the decree of the Taoist ancestor and re-establish the Heaven Court. I am the Emperor of Haotian and the Queen Mother of Yaochi, and I will maintain the operation of the yin-yang cycle of heaven."

"Rule the universe and manage the wild! Use the Haotian mirror and the peach tree to suppress the destiny!"

"Heaven! Establish!"

Boom--

The moment the two people's voices fell, endless auspicious clouds spread over the sky, golden light fell, and the entire heaven was reflected in a very sacred way.

The ancient and sacred momentum enveloped the entire wild.

Countless creatures raised their heads and looked at the sky.

No matter where they were, in their sight, there was a magnificent and majestic palace phantom, floating in the clouds.

At the top of the palace, stood a majestic man and a graceful woman. Although their faces could not be seen clearly, a majestic aura enveloped the hearts of all creatures.

"Swish!"

In the void, a golden fruit broke through the void, and when it fell into the prehistoric world, it suddenly split into two parts, and merged into the bodies and souls of the two people respectively.

The next moment, the divine power was like a prison.

The extremely terrifying majestic aura overwhelmed the entire prehistoric world. At this moment, countless great powers in the prehistoric world were extremely shocked.

"Holy...Holy power!"

Some quasi-saints could not help but tremble in their hearts.

It has only been a few hundred Yuanhui since the last time Fuxi became a saint and overwhelmed the prehistoric world. Naturally, these great powers did not forget this familiar scene of overwhelm the prehistoric world so quickly.

"No, no, although the momentum is very strong, it is not holy power. There is no saintly aura, but there is an...unspeakable strange feeling."

In the prehistoric world, some great powers could not help but frown.

Looking at the two figures above the horizon, their eyes were full of doubts.

As quasi-saints, although they are not omniscient, there is little information in the prehistoric world that they do not know.

But this breath...

In the prehistoric times, some great Luos and even quasi-saints could not help but move their bodies.

For some reason, they suddenly felt as if they were in chains.

It's just...This feeling seemed to be there and not there. No matter how they explored, it seemed to be just an illusion, and they could not find any trace of the "shackles".

"Heaven! Emperor of Heaven!"

In the Fire Cloud Cave, Fuxi looked at the Heavenly Palace above the horizon, looked at the Emperor of Heaven and the Queen Mother of Yaochi, and a solemn look appeared on his face.

"Incarnating as a god...suppressing the three thousand great ways in the world and directly cutting off all the ways to the Dao in the prehistoric world, it is really a good method!" Fuxi said solemnly.

Perhaps other quasi-saints could not sense it, but Fuxi could clearly see the shackles covering the three thousand great ways above the horizon.

"From now on... the way to the Dao is completely cut off, fortunately..." Fuxi's face was solemn and his voice was low.

"Fortunately, it has nothing to do with this emperor."

Human Emperor Fuxi placed his hands on the Fuxi Qin, the superb innate spiritual treasure, and the Avenue of Music emerged in the void, playing an extremely beautiful sacred music.

"It's just... Re-establishing the Heavenly Court and cutting off the path to the Hedao, what exactly does Hongjun Daozu want to do?"

Even though he has become a saint, Fuxi is still confused at this moment.

In his original speculation, it was only necessary for the Eight Saints of Heavenly Dao to be born and cooperate with Hongjun to suppress the three thousand great ways of the prehistoric world.

Create a real flourishing era of cultivation.

But now the Heavenly Court that suppresses the prehistoric world... That really makes Fuxi confused.

It's just...

As a human emperor carefully cultivated by someone.

Fuxi undoubtedly inherited someone's lofty idea that if you don't understand the calculation, don't think about it.

No matter what the calculation is, just wait, time will reveal everything.

And all he needs to do is...

"Practice in seclusion!"