Prehistoric: Beginning with Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountains

Patriarch Hongjun smiled very kindly, his eyes were full of kindness, and his tone was as gentle as the spring breeze in February.

However, Fang Yang sensed a tone that was not negotiable.

After these years in the prehistoric world, Fang Yang has already seen through the character of Ancestor Hongjun.

In other matters, even if they were related to Xuanmen, Patriarch Hongjun was easy to talk to. But once it came to the prehistoric world, Patriarch Hongjun was like Bao Gong, not giving anyone room for negotiation.

Since Patriarch Hongjun had spoken to him, he was determined to obtain the Primal Chaos Spirit Vein.

In the matter of seizing the Chaos Spiritual Vein, Ancestor Hongjun provided him with protection. Without Ancestor Hongjun, he could at most take one Chaos Spiritual Vein.

It was unreasonable for Fang Yang to refuse.

"Two is probably not enough. I am going to plant a Primal Chaos Spiritual Vein in my homeland to cultivate human beings. If there is only one, I can still provide it."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing that Fang Yang was actually willing to plant the Chaos Spirit Vein in his hometown of Zhenkong, Patriarch Hongjun's attitude became more gentle.

Fang Yang is too fond of the world of Destiny. He is not only the master of the world of Destiny, but also the spokesperson for humanity.

Upon learning that Fang Yang cares about all sentient beings, Patriarch Hongjun was very satisfied.

Fang Yang said solemnly: "As the spokesperson for humanity, I should work hard for the development of humanity. The sentient beings in the world of destiny are also part of the sentient beings of humanity."

Patriarch Hongjun's expression became solemn, and he had to admit that he had underestimated Fang Yang.

Fang Yang has never separated the Great World of Destiny from the Primordial World. Although the Great World of Destiny is transcendental to the Primordial World, the beings in the Great World of Destiny have been merging with the beings in the Primordial World.

The existence of the Wusheng Sect has become the link for communication between the Three Thousand Worlds and the Primordial World.

"Okay, what you said makes sense. The Great Desolate World and the Three Thousand Worlds originally have the same origin. The creatures in the Three Thousand Worlds are also part of the Great Desolate World."

The three thousand great worlds merged into a heaven beyond the heaven. This was a plan made by Pangu and it was an irreversible trend.

Patriarch Hongjun once worried that after the formation of the Outer Heaven, it would pose a threat to the Primordial World. If the Outer Heaven and the Primordial World fought and the internal strife continued, the Primordial World would lose its future.

Fang Yang's words reduced Patriarch Hongjun's worries by half.

Who said that the prehistoric world and the outer world can only be enemies? As long as the prehistoric world is generous and accepts the creatures of the three thousand worlds, and allows the creatures of the three thousand worlds to merge with the creatures of the prehistoric world, then everyone will become one family.

Fang Yang expressed his thoughts because he also did not want internal strife in the prehistoric world.

The future situation is obvious to the naked eye. There are opponents everywhere in the chaos. He is stretched to the limit just by fighting against the chaos forces. If the chaos forces are still at odds with each other, he will simply kill himself with a knife. Anyway, he will lose no matter how he fights.

Having already decided to sell it, Fang Yang waved his hand, took out another Chaos Spirit Vein, and presented it to Ancestor Hongjun.

Seeing Fang Yang being so straightforward, Patriarch Hongjun asked, "What do you want, fellow Daoist?"

In the prehistoric world, the Chaos Spiritual Vein can be said to be a priceless treasure. Except for Fang Yang, there is no other place. However, even the most precious treasure has a price.

Patriarch Hongjun hopes that Fang Yang will state the price himself.

Fang Yang's heart moved, and he asked tentatively: "Anything is fine?"

Patriarch Hongjun looked at Fang Yang warily. He always felt that Fang Yang was setting a trap for him.

Therefore, he added: "Although the Chaos Spiritual Vein is precious, it cannot be exchanged for the innate treasure, nor can it be exchanged for the sainthood. Daoist friend, you can't expect to exchange a Chaos Spiritual Vein for a Hongmeng Purple Qi, right?"

"Fellow Daoist, you are joking. If I want to borrow something, you must be able to give it to me. This thing is the Jade Book of Creation. I will only borrow it for three thousand years. Once the three thousand years are up, I will immediately return it to its original owner."

Patriarch Hongjun was slightly stunned, and then he suddenly realized.

He looked at Fang Yang and asked meaningfully, "Fellow Daoist, you are asking for too much. You actually want to borrow my Jade Book of Creation? Fellow Daoist, you should know that this Jade Book of Creation is a treasure of the Primordial Chaos. It contains the mysteries of the three thousand great ways and is the greatest treasure in the prehistoric world."

"Daoyou is smart!"

Fang Yang first complimented Patriarch Hongjun, and then said, "If you don't agree to lend the Jade Book of Creation, can you agree to my two conditions?"

His purpose was not to obtain the Jade Book of Creation. If someone asked him to borrow the Three-Element True Magic Body and the Innate Pangu Dharma Image, would he lend them out?

He asked for a sky-high price and paid a low price. He just shouted a high price on purpose to pave the way for what he said next.

"Please tell me, my friend. I cannot guarantee that I will agree to it."

"Of course. First, I will kill Haotian and Yaochi."

The threat posed by Lord Haotian and Mother Yaochi is too great, especially Mother Yaochi, who has gone mad in order to avenge Lord Haotian.

These two people cannot be kept! Keeping them will not benefit the Wusheng Sect or humanity in any way.

Based on the principle of "beating a dog must first look at its owner", Fang Yang must first obtain the consent of Patriarch Hongjun before killing them.

"Kill Haotian and Yaochi, my friend, your request is a bit special! Although Haotian and Yaochi are not good, they are my children. If I allow you to kill them, where is my dignity as the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao?"

Patriarch Hongjun frowned. It was obvious that Lord Haotian and Mother Yaochi were not insignificant in his heart.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, when Heaven is about to bestow a great mission upon a person, it must first make his mind suffer, his muscles and bones toil, his body hungry and his body empty. Haotian and Yaochi have been practicing hard beside you for many years, but they have never been able to attain enlightenment. Perhaps it is because they have experienced too few hardships."

"The second condition."

Patriarch Hongjun didn't want to drink Fang Yang's poisonous chicken soup, so he directly agreed to the first condition.

Lord Haotian and Mother Yaochi have already caused a great disaster. Even if Fang Yang does not kill them now, when the catastrophe breaks out, Fang Yang will have plenty of reasons to kill them.

In that case, he simply handed over the Lord of Heaven and the Mother of Yaochi.

"The second condition is that I want you to help me extract the two saints' Yuanshen and refine their Yuanshen into the spirit of the innate spiritual treasure."

Fang Yang calculated that if he refined the innate treasure himself, there was a 30% chance of failure. With such a high failure rate, Fang Yang did not dare to gamble.

He only has two saints in his hands, and there is no second chance to try. Asking Hongjun Patriarch for help can greatly improve both the success rate and safety.

"Fellow Daoist, do you want to upgrade your innate spiritual treasure to an innate supreme treasure? I agree to this condition."

When Patriarch Hongjun heard this request, he agreed without hesitation.

The innate treasure was only effective at the Saint stage. In front of a Daoist master, the innate treasure was no different from scrap metal.