Prehistoric: Beginning with Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountains

When the catastrophe came, the world of destiny seemed to be shrouded in a thick haze.

The sky lost its former color and became dark and depressing, as if foreshadowing the impending disaster. Whether it was the sacred mountain with abundant spiritual energy or the secular boundary with scarce spiritual energy, whether it was the earthly realm or the deep underworld, every corner could not escape the baptism of this disaster.

Endless disasters came like a violent storm. The destructive power they carried was so great that even the Golden Immortal had to retreat and not dare to fight against the calamity.

The war between the worlds is extremely cruel. A small fluctuation can cause the deaths of countless lives.

However, since Fang Yang dared to survive the catastrophe, he had already made all the necessary preparations. Natural and man-made disasters were unavoidable, but they could be prevented artificially to reduce the damage.

During these 600,000 years, the Wusheng Sect, in addition to attacking other major worlds, was also preparing for the great catastrophe.

Prior to this, all the people and resources of the Wusheng Sect were sent to Zhenkong’s hometown. Some large sects and dynasties even took away their sect halls, palaces, spirit beasts, and spirit fields.

As the calamity approached, the sky of the Destiny World had become dim, as if covered by a thick layer of haze. The once prosperous dynasties and noisy sects were now in a dead silence, with only occasional roars and roars, as if announcing the arrival of the calamity.

Those who stayed in the world of destiny were all the elites of the Wusheng Sect. They wore solid armor, held the most powerful magic weapons, and were covered with various magic pills and magic talismans, all of which were prepared to deal with the catastrophe.

The Holy Heart Taoist stood at the highest point, his eyes as sharp as torches, watching everything between heaven and earth.

He knew that this was the moment for his disciples to show their true strength. It took a thousand days to train an army, but only a moment to deploy it. All the hardships and tribulations they had experienced would be transformed into the most powerful force at this moment.

"Is this the great catastrophe the two leaders mentioned? It is indeed extraordinary."

A disciple looked up at the sky, his voice trembling a little, but more with firmness and determination.

To be honest, as a mere Golden Immortal, he was very afraid of this world-destroying disaster. However, he knew that he could not be afraid.

He could not retreat because he was a disciple of the Wusheng Sect.

"We swear to defend the world of destiny and protect our best home!"

Following this cry, the disciples of the Wusheng Sect burst out with their strongest magic power. They fought against the disaster and used their courage and strength to protect the land they loved so much.

The catastrophe in the world became more and more severe, but the disciples of the Wusheng Sect did not retreat at all.

They knew that only by uniting as one could they survive this disaster. Their figures appeared so firm and brave in the firelight, as if they had become the most dazzling stars on this land.

Of course, there are also discordant areas.

For all living beings, death is like a sword hanging over their heads, constantly reminding them of the fragility and brevity of life.

The fear of death has become an inescapable shadow in the hearts of all living beings. Even those with extraordinary talents and firm faith in the Tao find it difficult to completely overcome this innate fear.

Some disciples did not have a firm faith in the Tao. Although they had made great progress in their cultivation relying on their natural talents, when faced with a catastrophe of such a magnitude, the fear in their hearts was as hard to contain as a flood or a beast.

They began to panic and lost their usual calmness and courage.

Boom!

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the earth, and scorching fire gushed out from the crack, constantly tearing the earth apart, trying to split it in two.

Before the catastrophe, Yang Jun volunteered to take on the task of suppressing the area. Yang Jun thought that he was loyal enough to the Wusheng Sect and was willing to die for it.

However, when the disaster really happened, Yang Jun was so frightened that he almost lost the ability to think. He did not guard the earth as required by the mission.

"Disciples of the Holy Church, the opportunity to establish immortal merits is right before your eyes. The Holy Church has grown from a secular sect in a small world to what it is today. No disaster can defeat us!"

At this moment, the voice of the Lord of Samsara entered Yang Jun's mind. This sentence was like a ray of light that illuminated the soul of this disciple.

Yang Jun took a deep breath, his fear no longer in his heart, and used Taoist magic to suppress the underground fire.

Yang Jun, the prodigal son, turned back and found the right direction, but others may not be able to turn back.

Like Yang Jun, Lian Xi also saw the earth crack and the eruption of underground fire. However, Lian Xi did not put in much effort in suppressing the earth veins, thinking of retaining his strength and always ready to find an opportunity to escape.

When the Lord of Samsara saw that this man was pretending to obey his orders but actually disobeyed them, he became furious and killed him with a glare, ending Lian Xi's life.

"This is the fate of anyone who has disloyalty to the Holy Church. You usually eat and use the Holy Church's things, but when it's time to contribute, you want to back out. How can it be so easy?"

Even after Lian Xi was executed, the Master of Samsara was still furious and issued a warning.

The Lord of the Wheel of Reincarnation dares to say that among all the forces in the heavens and myriad worlds, no other force can match the treatment of the Wusheng Sect.

These disciples have never lacked cultivation resources, and those who perform well can even have their own small worlds to preach. Not to mention the independent cultivators, even the second-generation inner disciples of other saintly sects are not as well treated as them.

As long as one dies for the Wusheng Sect, every living being has a chance to be resurrected.

He didn't understand why these disciples were dissatisfied.

It was unknown whether the killing of the chicken to scare the monkeys by the Master of Samsara worked, or whether they had figured it out on their own. Except for Lian Xi, no other disciple was lazy.

"But what should we do next?"

The Lord of Samsara, the being who enjoys a lofty status in endless time and space, was surprised to find at this moment that his perception could not reach everything that was happening.

One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred powerful auras suddenly emerged like surging waves. They seemed to emerge from the endless void and permeate every corner of the entire world of Destiny.

The power of these auras is enough to shock and awe any practitioner.

The source of these auras is one mysterious space-time portal after another.

These portals seemed to be connected to the same void, and through them, one could see the shadows of countless disasters flickering. Those disasters seemed to be an indescribable force, they intertwined and collided in time and space, emitting a frightening breath.

“It’s actually the place of eternal calamity!”

Saint Heart Daojun also felt unprecedented pressure at this moment. His expression changed drastically, because he saw a terrifying place through these portals - the Land of Eternal Calamity.