Prehistoric: Beginning with Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountains

At the same time, Hong Zhou and many powerful people in the Vacuum Alliance also sensed the information hidden in the heavenly secrets.

This information flooded into their consciousness like a torrent, and in an instant, they seemed to suddenly sit up from their deathbeds, with faces full of astonishment and disbelief.

They have gone through untold hardships, made countless efforts and sacrifices to finally get to this point.

Fang Yang, Hong Zhou, Shengxin Daojun, and Lunhui Daojun have all successfully stepped into the threshold of becoming a saint. Their future is bright and full of infinite possibilities.

However, just when they were about to climb to the top and launch a sprint towards the next higher peak, Fang Yang, one of the two pillars of the Vacuum Alliance, suddenly failed to prove his truth!

This news was like a bolt from the blue, and it dealt a huge blow to their hearts in an instant.

Obviously, they still have a long way to go, and they clearly need to continue to work hard to pursue higher and farther realms.

Not only do they want to become saints, they also want to transcend the saintly realm, step into the realm of Hunyuan, or even fight their way into the chaos, fight against the demons in the chaos, and write their own glorious legend.

But now, Fang Yang's failure to prove his truth seemed like a cruel joke, mercilessly mocking their former dreams and pursuits. They didn't want to believe it, and were even more unwilling to believe this cruel fact.

However, the world of destiny was crumbling, the secrets of heaven were revealed, heaven and earth were mourning together, and all kinds of strange phenomena were silently telling them: Fang Yang had failed to prove his truth!

"Hahaha, I'm not wrong! He failed. He failed just like Yuanshi Tianzun and Laozi!"

The face of the old man of the Styx was full of gloating. Of course, he would be even happier if Yang Jiao failed to prove his Dao.

Yang Jiao, Fang Yang and Jiang Ziya not only made him give up the path of killing, but also forced him to realize his ambition and prove his truth. He would never forget such hatred.

At this moment, although Patriarch Kunpeng did not show a trace of smile on his surface, it was not difficult to tell from his relaxed demeanor that he was in a very happy mood.

This time, he wanted to see how Fang Yang could protect Di Jun and Tai Yi. He had to let Di Jun and Tai Yi have a taste of what it felt like to be accepted by the Recruiting Banner.

The two remaining old saints did not gloat over the misfortune. They were losers themselves and had no mood to laugh at another loser. In fact, from the perspective of ascetics, they even felt a little regretful.

“Is everything really over?”

There was a deep light flashing in the eyes of Patriarch Hongjun. He stared at the images transmitted back by the Heavenly Dao, but his heart was surging like a turbulent wave.

He knew Fang Yang's secret better than anyone else - the two powerful saint clones, each of which possessed earth-shaking power. The existence of these two clones meant that Fang Yang still had two precious saintly fruits, which was enough to allow him to return to heaven and earth immediately.

However, at this moment, Patriarch Hongjun fell into deep thought.

He was not sure whether Fang Yang would choose to reclaim Jiang Ziya and Yang Jiao's two clones in order to gain another chance to prove his truth. Fang Yang's ideas were always wild and unconventional, and many times, even he could not see through them.

"But, even if he retrieves his clone, what can he do?"

Patriarch Hongjun frowned, "Even the innate Pangu Dharma has been broken. That was his most powerful method, and now it no longer exists. Even if he has other methods, can they be compared with the innate Pangu Dharma?"

Patriarch Hongjun's thoughts were flying in his mind, and he kept weighing various possibilities.

At this moment, Fang Yang's two clones turned their gazes towards Buzhou Mountain. They quietly watched the interior of Buzhou Mountain, and everything that happened there could not escape their eyes.

At the moment when the innate Pangu Dharma image was broken, Zhou Qingfu, who had been practicing silently, realized the opportunity to prove the truth. He stepped into the depths of Buzhou Mountain without hesitation to make a breakthrough.

On top of a steep cliff, Zhou Qing sat cross-legged, his figure appearing unusually firm in the moonlight.

The aura on his body continued to rise like a volcano, and twelve Dutian Demon Banners revolved around him. Each of them seemed to contain endless magical power, faintly casting the shadows of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, as if these ancient witch gods were protecting him.

In Zhou Qing's soul, the primordial purple energy was surging like a violent storm, and it was constantly merging with his soul.

At the same time, mysterious things continued to enter Zhou Qing's soul from the void. These things seemed to contain the mysteries of heaven and earth, making Zhou Qing's soul more powerful. This fusion made Zhou Qing's soul constantly transform and gradually approach Pangu's soul.

As the fusion deepened, the twelve Dutian Demon Banners seemed to have sensed Zhou Qing's changes. They transformed into streams of light and poured into Zhou Qing's body.

Zhou Qing felt that his Taoism had advanced by leaps and bounds at this moment. He seemed to be able to touch the edge of the Heavenly Dao and feel the majestic power of Pangu Yuanshen. He could even feel that his body had been wrapped by the fragments of Pangu Yuanshen. These fragments continued to merge into his body, making his body stronger.

“I never thought that the day when the Wusheng Sect Master failed in his mission to attain the Dao would be the day when I would succeed in attaining the Dao.”

The corners of Zhou Qing's mouth curled up slightly. Before this, he even thought that he would never have the chance to take revenge.

But what happened today gave him hope. He was making progress while Fang Yang was regressing. One day, he would surpass Fang Yang and seek justice for himself.

The next moment, Zhou Qing completed his final transformation, and a terrifying aura of oppression emanated from his body: He had become a saint!

At the moment when Zhou Qing attained sainthood, the entire prehistoric world was shaken.

The pressure emanating from his body swept across the stars like a raging tide. Even the most distant stars felt this suffocating force. In the boundless wilderness, countless creatures trembled at this moment, as if this force could shake the foundation of the entire universe.

As the divine light shot up into the sky, the world seemed to be lit up. The endless divine light shone in every corner, making the entire prehistoric world look solemn and sacred. And the mighty heavenly sound was like the call of the gods, impacting all directions and shocking all living beings.

The prohibition of Mount Buzhou, the barrier that once blocked the progress of countless powerful people, was directly shattered at this moment and no longer existed.

In the prehistoric world, a new secret appeared, causing a sensation again.

When Zhou Qing became a saint, Yang Jiao and Jiang Ziya laughed at the same time, and then they completely turned into nothingness. Their souls and bodies disappeared completely, leaving only one sentence that echoed in the void.

"My way has been accomplished!"