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

Regarding the matter of Heaven.

Don’t say Fuxi doesn’t understand. At this time, even many saints in the prehistoric world are also confused.

Zhunti looked at the huge vision in the sky and the three thousand avenues that were shackled, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

Although his appearance and temperament have changed a lot.

But Zhunti still recognized the figure in the sky at a glance. Who else could it be but the two boys of Hongjun Daozu in Zixiao Palace.

"Brother, this Heaven is..." Zhunti looked at Jie Yin and asked.

Just returned to the prehistoric world, the heavenly secrets were extremely chaotic. Even the saints were puzzled about this Heaven.

"A million years ago, Teacher Hongjun summoned us for this matter of Heaven..." Jie Yin explained.

"At that time, the saints pushed for the position of the Heavenly Court. I wanted to fight for it, but was stopped by Daoist Yuanshi. In the end, Daoist Taishang pushed the position to the boy of Master Hongjun."

Then he frowned slightly and looked at the strange phenomenon in the sky.

"It's just..." Jie Yin frowned and said, "Before in Zixiao Palace, this position of heaven and earth was at most like Emperor Jun, and there was no such strange phenomenon..."

As a saint, even if the heavenly secrets are chaotic at this time and cannot be deduced.

But the Lord of Heaven, the position of the Heavenly Emperor, such a major event, should not be hidden from the perception of these saints.

"Who else can easily cover up the cause and effect of the Heavenly Emperor and hide it from the saints?" Zhunti said softly while looking at the strange phenomenon in the sky.

Jie Yin on the side also nodded, knowing it in his heart.

Who else can have such a method except Hongjun Daozu?

However, unlike Zhunti's eyes that were shining with light, Jie Yin was only slightly curious in his heart, and then he continued to practice with his eyes closed.

At the same time.

In the prehistoric world.

Several other saints also looked at the strange phenomenon in the sky, and they all knew in their hearts that the strange phenomenon in the sky was definitely the work of their teacher Hongjun.

Although they didn't know what teacher Hongjun's purpose was...

But it didn't prevent them from being happy in their hearts, looking at the three thousand great ways that were shackled.

Before, Fuxi became a saint by combining the Tao, and the pressure brought to them suddenly dissipated a lot.

Well... this "they" refers to the three saints Yuanshi, Tongtian and Zhunti.

As for the others, Laozi, Nuwa and Jie Yin only glanced at the strange phenomenon, and were slightly curious about why Hongjun wanted to cover up the cause and effect of the position of the Heavenly Emperor.

It was a look of smiling at the wind and clouds, sitting and watching the clouds rise, and not caring at all.

And at this time.

In the reincarnation world.

Regarding the establishment of the Heavenly Court and the return of the Heavenly Emperor.

Pingxin was not as calm or secretly happy as the saints.

She was really...

Extremely happy!

For the emergence of the Heavenly Court, no one in the prehistoric world was more looking forward to it than her.

After the establishment of the Heavenly Court, its greatest responsibility was to maintain the operation of the yin-yang cycle of heaven, and this yin-yang cycle.

To sum it up in another word, it is reincarnation!

It's just that the reincarnation established by Pingxin, in understandable terms, is to perfect the law of reincarnation.

At the microscopic level, silently and soundlessly, it regulates the yin-yang cycle between heaven and earth, and the reincarnation never stops.

And the ability of the Heavenly Court is to adjust the wind, rain, thunder and lightning of the prehistoric world, the operation of the sun, moon and stars, and maintain the prehistoric world at a macroscopic level.

Although there is no way to really involve the true meaning of reincarnation and really help Pingxin bear the prehistoric reincarnation.

But this macroscopic regulation will undoubtedly reduce Pingxin's pressure in regulating the prehistoric reincarnation.

In this way, Pingxin can finally free up his hands to deal with his own affairs.

Pingxin looked at the countless billions of light spots in a corner of the reincarnation world, no, it should be said that it was billions of true spirits.

…

"This is... the throne of the Heavenly Emperor!"

Feeling the power that seemed to come from the entire prehistoric world, Haotian and Yaochi looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Although the throne of the Heavenly Emperor was divided into two parts, each of them took a part, but after integrating the throne of the Heavenly Emperor and digesting the information in it.

They were not angry, but felt fortunate.

The Heavenly Emperor is the throne of the Great Heavenly Venerable in the prehistoric world, and is the god who manages the prehistoric universe and everything.

Its weight is comparable to the status of a saint.

But...

God is the 'product' of maintaining this prehistoric world and maintaining the way of heaven, which is different from immortals and saints.

No matter who of them integrates into the throne of the Heavenly Emperor, they will gradually become the Great Heavenly Venerable in this throne.

And no longer themselves.

But now, they each got a part, and the combined power of the two of them was no less powerful than that of the real Great Heavenly Venerable of the Great Wilderness.

And they would not be changed into the appearance of the Great Heavenly Venerable of the Gods."Sure enough... the master has arranged everything long ago!"

Haotian and Yaochi looked at each other, and both saw this meaning in each other's eyes.

At this time, in the Lingxiao Palace, many immortal cultivators also reacted, looking at Haotian and Yaochi above, with great excitement in their eyes.

Although the Heavenly Court was just established at this time, Haotian and Yaochi did not attract the powerful people in the Quasi-Sage realm.

But those who were brought into the Lingxiao Palace by them to witness the establishment of the Heavenly Court, even the weakest of them were cultivators who had entered the Daluo realm.

But at this time, these many immortals looked at Haotian and Yaochi with great excitement.

In the prehistoric world, although the Daluo Jinxian can be regarded as the upper level of the prehistoric world, there is still a huge gap from the top.

All Daluo Jinxians want to become Quasi-Sages, or even become saints.

But...

Even if it is to become a Quasi-Sage, it is not that simple.

Higher-level inheritance guidance, resources needed to accumulate mana and practice, and even some spiritual roots and treasures that are conducive to enlightenment.

These are all in short supply for the Golden Immortals without background in the prehistoric world.

And at this time...

Just looking at the Emperor of Heaven and the Queen Mother in front of them, they saw the future, and everything they had dreamed of was in their hands.

"Greetings to His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven!"

"Greetings to the Queen Mother of Yaochi!"

Immediately, some immortals bowed and shouted to the Haotian Yaochi above.

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of many immortals in the Lingxiao Palace instantly stared at this person, and each of them showed a vigilant look.

Great enemy!

This is a great enemy!

This is the first thought that came to the minds of many immortals, and then, without any prior agreement, they all bowed and shouted together.

"Greetings to His Majesty Emperor Haotian!"

"Greetings to the Queen Mother of Yaochi!"

"Good! Good! Good!"

"All the nobles, please stand up!"

Looking at the immortals who were bowing down in unison, Haotian laughed immediately, and a look he had never seen before appeared in his eyes.

Since I am the Emperor of Heaven, all the creatures in the prehistoric world should be like this!

In Haotian's heart, the flame of ambition was burning.

...

"Heaven! Emperor Haotian..."

Human race, Shennong looked at the azure sky, his eyes were deep, and he whispered softly.

The appearance of Heaven shook the whole prehistoric world, and Shennong would naturally know it.

Even among the human race, many mortal tribes that did not give birth to cultivators had already firmly remembered the Heaven and worshipped it as a god.

Shennong did not care about this.

As the emperor of mankind, few people in the world knew the human race better than him.

If he fails to become a cultivator, this legend will eventually be buried one by one over the years, thousands and thousands of years later.

This legend will be forgotten by the human race.

If he becomes a cultivator, knowing the whole story, how many people will regard him as a god.

What Shennong is worried about at this time is the "shackles" that he has not sensed in his heart.

As a cultivator in the perfect state of Daluo, he naturally does not think that it is his illusion.

Although he cannot perceive it.

But there is no doubt that in the field he does not know and understand.

There must be a shackle that has been blessed on him, no, even on the creatures of the prehistoric world.

And...

He also vaguely felt a bad premonition from it.

A tortoise shell appeared silently in Shennong's hand. On the tortoise shell, simple long and short horizontal lines formed eight simple symbols.

This tortoise shell was the tortoise shell that Fuxi carried with him when he first created the Eight Trigrams. The earliest Eight Trigrams were engraved on it.

This is one of the treasures left to the human race by Emperor Fuxi after he became a saint.

Shennong's fingers gently brushed over the symbols, and the innate eight trigrams in his mind began to calculate.

After a while, Shennong's eyes wrinkled.

Although he was not the top one in the entire human race in terms of the attainment of the innate eight trigrams, with the help of the Fuxi tortoise shell.

He is definitely the strongest in the human race!

But even so, he only found the clues of the shackles that he sensed in the dark.

"This shackle in the dark is aimed at the quasi-saints? But where does this bad premonition of this emperor come from?"

Shennong murmured to himself, and his hands continued to stroke the Fuxi tortoise shell, but... no matter how he calculated, he still couldn't find the answer he wanted.

In this case, Shennong didn't want to continue calculating.

He shook his head slightly and put away the Fuxi tortoise shell. Shennong's expression was still calm, without the slightest panic.

Although he did not get an answer, as the emperor of mankind, Shennong never lacked courage, and this bad premonition could not scare him.He.

Shennong narrowed his eyes, and said to himself with an extremely serious look in his eyes.

"Fuxi, the human emperor, once left a warning that there are endless dangers in the prehistoric world, the powerful people plot against each other, and the myriad races attack each other."

"Whether facing unknown plots or impending dangers, the best way is to remain unchanged in the face of change!" Shennong looked righteous.

"I want to... practice in seclusion!"