Prehistoric: Beginning with Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountains

As the two top masters, Yang Mei Daxian and Fang Yang, turned to ashes, their domains dissipated into the endless void like a dream bubble.

The Heavenly Dao keenly captured this rare opportunity. Without any hesitation, it immediately poured down a larger and purer power of rules, sweeping across the entire world of destiny like a torrent.

The goal of the Heavenly Dao is far more than just stopping Fang Yang from attaining enlightenment. Its ambition is to control the entire world of Destiny, and even the even vaster three thousand worlds.

For the Heavenly Dao, there cannot be two tigers in one mountain. The three thousand worlds are potential threats. Only by bringing them all under its control can it ensure its supremacy.

However, Fang Yang's recovery speed far exceeded Tiandao's expectations.

In this world of destiny, his vitality has reached an almost incredible level, and he is truly immortal.

As soon as the Heavenly Dao expanded its domain to every corner of the Destiny World, Fang Yang was resurrected with full blood, like a dead man returning, standing between heaven and earth again.

He summoned Pangu Dutian Dharma Image again, and the vast power spread out instantly, shattering the realm of the Heavenly Dao and causing it to shrink rapidly.

Upon seeing this, Patriarch Hongjun put away the God-killing Spear, raised his hand, and evolved a divine banner filled with the aura of destruction.

Among the three treasures of creation, Pangu Banner was famous for its powerful attack. At this moment, in the hands of Hongjun Patriarch, it exerted unprecedented power. Countless chaotic sword lights cut through the void, like the axe light of creation, and rushed straight towards Fang Yang.

However, Fang Yang was not afraid at all. The Destiny World had now integrated the power of three hundred and sixty-five worlds. It was much more powerful than those worlds that had only integrated forty-nine worlds.

After absorbing the essence of these great worlds, Fang Yang's cultivation has reached a whole new level.

He did not need to rely on the power of the Destiny World, he could be on par with the strongest saint, Nuwa, on his own. Moreover, he also comprehended the highest level of the innate Pangu Dharma, which made his strength take another qualitative leap.

Unless Patriarch Hongjun or the true form of Heaven comes, in that case, he will turn around and run away and will never bring humiliation upon himself.

In the endless chaos, Fang Yang and Hongjun Patriarch's confrontation once again reached a climax. The power of the two intertwined and collided in the void, bursting out with dazzling light, as if to tear the entire universe apart. They fought hard, and every confrontation was like the falling of a star, causing endless shocks.

The Holy Heart Dao Lord and the Samsara Dao Lord had already seen through the intensity of the battle. They knew that the current battle was no longer something they could intervene in. So, they decisively withdrew from the Destiny World and entered the Vacuum Homeland, choosing to wait and see what would happen there.

Their responsibility is to protect the foundation of Wusheng Sect and ensure that Wusheng Sect will not be affected in the confrontation between Fang Yang and Patriarch Hongjun.

They know that only by safeguarding this foundation can they provide solid support for future battles.

The world of destiny, this once prosperous world, has now become riddled with holes.

Fang Yang's body had also suffered unprecedented damage in this battle. From the outside, his body seemed to be torn into countless pieces, each of which emitted a faint light, which was the vitality of his saint that was tenaciously supporting him.

The mighty ones in the heavens sensed Fang Yang's current predicament from the divine light that occasionally shone from his body.

Fang Yang has merged the world of destiny with himself. Every scar of the world of destiny is like a carving on his body. The more broken the world of destiny is, the more severe the pain Fang Yang endures.

Finally, after a fierce battle, the land of the Destiny World began to collapse and shattered into countless pieces. This scene seemed to return to the moment when the primitive world was shattered. Endless fragments floated in the void, exuding a desolate atmosphere.

At the moment when the world of destiny was shattered, the sound of destruction rang out in the void. The sound was low and terrifying, as if foreshadowing the end of the entire universe.

Even the avenue was saddened by the destruction of the world of destiny. It seemed to be sighing and crying, as if the entire world of destiny would be completely destroyed in the next moment.

And at this moment, the Immortal Yangmei was resurrected at the moment when the world of Destiny was shattered.

He was heartbroken to see this once prosperous universe now so dilapidated. Like the Heavenly Dao, he had long considered the Destiny World as his own. Now seeing it so dilapidated, he felt extremely sorry.

However, even so, he had no intention of destroying the Destiny World. With the shield of the Destiny World, the Great Heavenly Dao could not bring down all its power.

He is a demon from outside the realm and needs the protection of the World of Destiny to keep this incarnation.

"The Three Thousand Worlds are protected by the rules established by Pangu. If it weren't for the Immortal Sect Leader's attack on the Primordial Golden Immortal, the Great Desolate Heavenly Dao wouldn't be able to enter. In this way, I only need to destroy the foundation of the Immortal Sect Leader, and the Immortal Sect Leader will definitely fail to prove his Dao. When the Immortal Sect Leader fails to prove his Dao, the Great Desolate Heavenly Dao will naturally retreat. At that time, this Destiny World will still belong to me."

A flash of inspiration suddenly flashed through his mind, as if he had found the key to solving the problem. He no longer limited his focus to the direct confrontation with Fang Yang and Honghuang Tiandao, but began to think about how to solve the problem from the root.

After having this thought, Yangmei Daxian lost his martial virtues just like the Heavenly Dao just now.

He hid in an independent space of his own making, quietly observing the fight between Fang Yang and Patriarch Hongjun, ready to take action at any time to destroy Pangu Dutian Dharma Image.

One month, two months, three months

Yangmei Daxian waited for three months. At this time, Fang Yang was completely at a disadvantage because of his broken body.

However, in order to control the world of destiny, the Heavenly Dao did not immediately kill Fang Yang's hope of proving his Dao.

Three months later, the Great Immortal Yangmei finally found an opportunity: Fang Yang's domain was torn by the Heavenly Dao.

"Master Wusheng, I will give you a ride!"

The Immortal Yangmei took a step forward and appeared silently behind Fang Yang. He locked onto Pangu Dutian's Dharma image and chopped down on him with the sword of space in his hand.

The goal of this sword is exactly the same as that of Patriarch Hongjun!

The attacks of the two peerless masters fell on Pangu Dutian Dharma Image at the same time, and all things disappeared and were destroyed.

Click!

The Pangu Dutian Faxiang, which had originally had unparalleled defense, turned into countless fragments like porcelain and scattered into the void, and finally turned into ashes. Fang Yang's soul was also reduced to ashes again in this blow.

However, in the seemingly empty void, a Tao Seed quietly emerged. It shone with infinite divine light, dazzling and brilliant, as if it was a universe containing infinite mysteries.

"This is the Dao Fruit of the Wusheng Cult Master!"

The Immortal Yangmei stared at the Dao Seed closely, feeling overjoyed. He had waited for this moment for so long.

With a "whoosh" sound, the sword of space chopped down again and landed on the Tao Seed.

The Daluo Dao Fruit is the fruit that Fang Yang condensed after years of practice and countless hardships. It contains his lifelong cultivation and insights.

However, under this thundering blow, tiny cracks began to appear on the surface of the Daluo Dao Fruit.

These cracks spread rapidly like a spider web, and the originally extremely solid Daluo Dao Fruit began to become shaky.

There was a gleam of anticipation in Yangmei Daxian's eyes. He gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, as if he could feel the vibration coming from the tip of the sword.

As the cracks increased, the light of the Daluo Dao Fruit began to dim. Finally, under the expectant gaze of Yangmei Daxian, it completely collapsed and turned into nothingness.

The originally dazzling Dao Fruit had now disappeared without a trace, leaving only energy fluctuations permeating the void.

Boom!

Thunder roared in the sky, and the rolling thunder shook the entire prehistoric world, as if the gods between heaven and earth were wailing for it. At the same time, blood rain fell one after another, dyeing the whole world red, and every drop of blood rain seemed to carry endless sorrow and grief.

At this moment, everyone was filled with an inexplicable sadness, as if they had lost a loved one. They looked up at the sky, their eyes filled with fear and anxiety, not knowing what this sudden change meant.

"Brother, did you fail in your mission?"

Saint Heart Taoist Lord couldn't believe it. Fang Yang, who was always powerful and well-planned, actually suffered a failure?

The Master of the Samsara Dao was filled with bitterness. Although he was unwilling to accept it, he still said, "It is indeed a failure. The Dao Fruit is shattered, and I am afraid it will take a long time for it to come back."