Prehistoric: Beginning with Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountains

Under the starry sky of another world, Bo Xun sat alone on a big rock. His face was calm, but his eyes were flashing with complex emotions.

After receiving the invitation from Yuanxu Envoy, he struggled for a long time and thought for a long time. Finally, he decided to meet Yuanxu Envoy.

He felt very unwilling, because he was obviously the authentic Asura and the eldest disciple of the Styx Patriarch, but in the end, the Styx Patriarch handed over the Asura world to an alien race.

Po Xun had imagined countless times that he could inherit the position of leader and lead the Ashura Sect to a new glory. However, fate played a cruel joke on him. When Mara sat on the throne of the Ashura Sect, all his efforts became a joke.

"Fellow Daoist Boxun, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time."

This Yuanxu envoy was also dressed in a way that made it difficult to see his appearance.

Bo Xun raised his head and said indifferently: "Tell me what you can give me. How do I know that you will give it to me?"

He is a man who never releases his eagle until he sees the rabbit. If he doesn't see the benefits, he won't do anything for the Yuanxu world.

Envoy Yuanxu smiled deeply: "No matter how bad the situation is, it won't be worse than staying in the Ashura Sect. Daoyou was originally a senior disciple of the Ashura Sect, and your status is just like Guangchengzi of the Chan Sect. Now, Guangchengzi has become the head of the Chan Sect."

"Look at you, you are so loyal to the Styx Patriarch and serve him like a madman. But in the end, he would rather pass the position of the leader to someone else than to you. I feel so sad for you!"

"do not talk."

Bo Xun's voice was extremely cold.

He was so disappointed with the Styx Patriarch, extremely disappointed. After the Styx Patriarch became a saint, the first person he promoted was Moro. He did not hesitate to consume the saint's essence to give Moro an initiation, and promoted Moro to the realm of a great supernatural being.

He had never received such treatment before.

Sometimes, he really wanted to grab the neck of the Styx Patriarch and ask him harshly, "Why?"

The Yuanxu envoy's face hidden under his bamboo hat showed a hint of sarcasm: "The powerful people in the prehistoric world lack a sense of the overall situation. Resources must be used on the most suitable people to achieve the greatest effect. However, the powerful people in the prehistoric world will never understand this kind of thing."

The Yuanxu envoy chuckled and shook his head: "Fellow Daoist Po Xun has misunderstood. I am here to bring you a chance to turn things around. As long as you are willing to be used by my Yuanxu world, I can ask the saints for rewards for you. Let the saints use your blood essence as the foundation to create an Asura tribe that belongs only to you. From now on, you will be the patriarch of the Asura tribe. How about it, isn't this a good condition?"

Upon hearing this, Bo Xun frowned slightly, but did not refuse immediately.

The Yuanxu envoy slowly walked to the front of Boxun, and said in a low and powerful voice: "Fellow Daoist Boxun, your wisdom and strength are unmatched in the Ashura Sect. However, in this world, not everyone with ability can succeed. In the prehistoric world, your ability cannot be fully utilized. Only the Yuanxu world can save you."

This sentence touched the heart of Po Xun. He thought that he was the number one person in the Ashura Sect. He could not become the leader of the Ashura Sect because the old man of the Styx was blind.

Po Xun raised his head slightly, and looked at the Yuanxu envoy with deep eyes, as if he could see through his true intentions. He was not in a hurry to express his opinion.

"Are you willing to be inferior to Moro forever? The capital is full of dignitaries, but you are alone and desolate. Moro's cultivation will become higher and higher. With the help of Ashura religion, he may even become a saint. And you, will become the object of ridicule of the great powers in the prehistoric world and be despised by others."

Po Xun's eyes flickered in the night sky, as complex and profound as the stars. He was silent for a moment, as if he was having a fierce struggle deep in his heart.

The words of the Yuanxu envoy undoubtedly touched upon the reality that he was most reluctant to face but could not avoid - his position in the Ashura sect and his unattainable dream of becoming the sect leader.

"You are right. I, Bo Xun, have always been conceited, but I never thought I would end up like this." He spoke slowly, with a hint of helplessness and unwillingness in his voice, "But even if I am willing to join the Yuanxu World, what use will it be to you? The Yuanxu World does not need the magic path."

The Yuanxu envoy smiled slightly, and that smile seemed to contain endless profound meaning and confidence: "Don't worry, fellow Daoist Boxun. The Yuanxu world is completely different from the prehistoric world. What we value is your potential. Talents like you should not be buried in the prehistoric world."

When Bo Xun heard this, his eyes flickered, as if he was weighing the pros and cons.

He knew very well that if he stayed in the Ashura Sect, he would always exist under the shadow of Mara; and joining the Yuanxu World, although there would be great risks, it also meant infinite possibilities.

"Okay, I, Bo Xun, will believe you this time." He finally made up his mind, his voice firm and powerful.

Upon hearing this, the Yuanxu envoy's eyes flashed with approval. He stretched out his hand, and a jade talisman flashing with strange light appeared in his palm: "This is a telepathic talisman. With this talisman, you can keep in touch with me at any time. I will report to the higher-ups immediately and arrange everything for you. Fellow Daoist Boxun, your glorious era is about to begin."

Bo Xun took the talisman, felt the powerful force contained in it, and an unprecedented sense of ambition surged in his heart.

He stood up and looked at the starry sky of another world. There was no more confusion and unwillingness in his eyes, only infinite longing and firm belief for the future.

"From now on, I, Po Xun, will no longer be manipulated by anyone. I will use my own hands to create my own legend!"

He whispered, then stretched out his body, turned into a stream of light, disappeared under the starry sky, and rushed towards the camp of the primitive world.

Envoy Yuanxu looked at the departing figure of Poxun and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He knew that the addition of Bo Xun would undoubtedly be a force that could not be ignored by the Yuanxu World. Bo Xun's wisdom, strength, and desire for power would all become important chess pieces in the Yuanxu World's layout in the prehistoric world.

"In the ancient world, all your powerful people have joined us. Let's see how you can fight this war." Envoy Yuanxu whispered to himself, with both expectation and doubt in his tone.

Then, the Yuanxu envoy took out a telepathic talisman and quickly conveyed Boxun's decision to the upper echelons of the Yuanxu world.

A deep and majestic voice came from the telepathic talisman, which was obviously the response of a high-ranking official in the Yuanxu Great World. The Yuanxu envoy listened attentively, and the expression on his face kept changing with the rise and fall of the voice.

"Very good. The joining of Bo Xun means a lot to us. You have done a good job. Continue to pay close attention to his movements and ensure that he can fully integrate into our plan."

The voices of senior management were full of appreciation and expectation.

Upon hearing this, the Yuanxu envoy was delighted and quickly bowed: "As you command, I will do my best to live up to your trust."