"The Primordial Chaos has judged my teacher to be a Demon God with three thousand nomological laws. There were only 3,000 fiendcelestials who had dominated the chaos for trillions of years. Looking at Pangu's creation of the world, the endless Great Dao was hidden in his chest. The three flowers on the top of the head are magical, and the five qi in the chest change a lot. Others ask who I am? I'll count Jiang Chen in the wilderness."
"Teacher, are you alright?"
Pangu Temple.
Houtu seemed a little melancholic.
He had left his teacher for so long. He wondered how his teacher was doing.
Ever since she left Purple Sun Peak, she had secretly gone back to take a look.
However, the mountain gate was still tightly shut, just as Teacher had said.
It seemed like his teacher would only come out after this tribulation.
Houtu could only blame the tribulation for coming at the right time.
The moment he arrived, his teacher was scared away.
"Little sister, is little sister here?"
Unknowingly, Houtu seemed to hear a voice.
And this voice was very recognizable.
It belonged to Zhurong.
In the next second, the temple's door was pushed open.
A simple-looking man walked in.
He seemed to be an impatient person. As soon as he saw Houtu, he began to talk about the strategy.
"Little sister, you still don't know, right? The demons have established the Demon Heavenly Court and are currently in the limelight.”
"Those two silly birds dare to steal the limelight from our Sorcerer Tribe. I, Zhurong, guarantee that I won't be able to hammer them to death.”
Great!
He was here to vent again!
Speaking of which, it was fun.
The establishment of the Demon Heavenly Court could be said to have occupied the limelight.
The Lich and Demon Tribes were both large tribes, and they could not easily start a war unless it was absolutely necessary.
As for Zhurong, with Emperor Jiang stopping it, it naturally didn't dare to act on its own.
However, he still couldn't sit still.
If he didn't fight today, he would feel uncomfortable all over.
Not to mention those mixed feathered birds?
"Brother, your hands seem to be itching again. Do you want me to compensate you for your training?”
Upon hearing this, Zhurong, who was originally carefree, lost its temper.
Cold sweat dripped down from his forehead.
He quickly took a few steps back and shook his head frantically.
Practice?
How would he dare!
It had been hundreds of millions of years since his little sister left. After she came out, she was invincible.
The witch race was a fighting race, and they would usually practice by themselves.
However, things had changed since his little sister returned last time.
Every time he fought, he almost died.
He wondered what kind of immortal master he had to be so powerful.
"No, no, no, I made an appointment with Gonggong a long time ago.”
Zhurong touched its head and smiled insincerely.
How could he dare to stay here now? He ran away as fast as he could.
Seeing Zhurong leave anxiously, Houtu smiled.
"I wonder how all of you are doing. Do you have any proof of Teacher's method?”
"The road ahead is long, my heart will not change!"
.........
Purple Cloud Palace.
As a Dao Ancestor, Hongjun naturally wanted to arrange everything in the future early.
He was very satisfied with Emperor Jun and Taiyi, so he wanted to help them achieve something.
"Using merit to produce two Sages, so merit is bound to be calculated by the sea.”
"As for the source of merit?"
Hongjun's expression was slightly happy as if he had thought of something.
As the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao, he naturally knew how to obtain merit.
With this identity, he could spy on some of the tracks of the Heavenly Dao.
"Create words, create races, establish a sect!”
There were many ways to obtain merit, but these three methods were more reliable.
If one of them could be realized, the merits of Emperor Jun and Taiyi would be enough.
At that time, the Purple Cloud Palace would distribute the purple qi, and the water would flow to the canal.
A saint made of iron had come just like that.
"Yes, let's do that!"
Just when Hongjun was ready to give some advice to Emperor Jun and Taiyi.
A voice inexplicably appeared between heaven and earth.
"Heavenly Dao above, I am the Nether River of the Blood Sea. I feel that all living beings are ignorant and unable to obtain the essence of the inheritance, so I built an object called 'Character!'”
"All living beings in the Wilderness can use words to cultivate their Dao, so that their cultivation techniques and deeds can be passed down through the ages.”
"All living beings in the world, gods and ghosts, listen!”
"This is great!"
"This is the Dao!"
"This is three!"
"This is a thousand!"
......
At this moment, Minghe's cold voice gradually spread throughout the Untainted Land.
The appearance of words had a huge effect on the development of the entire Primordial World.
In this way, cultivation techniques, biographies, and secrets could be passed down for a longer period of time until the world changed.
"Pa, pa, pa!"
The living beings in the Primordial World clapped and cheered.
He was grateful for Minghe's actions, and he was grateful to all living beings.
From then on, all the living beings in Untainted Land would be indebted to Minghe.
Because he was the creator of his words.
Some people were happy while others were sad.
Hongjun, who was in the Purple Cloud Palace, almost died.
Good heavens.
Oh my god.
Was there a mistake?
Had this poor priest's thoughts been interrupted?
Was this something a human could do?
Too much!
Now that the merit he had obtained had flown away, what could he do?
Hongjun, who was optimistic about Emperor Jun and Taiyi, was a little conflicted.
The merit of creating words was now gone.
What about the founder of the sect?
It seemed like it was time to show off his real skills.
Although it didn't match, for the sake of that bright future, he couldn't care less.
"Heaven, earth, black, yellow, the universe, the wilderness, the profundity of the words are too profound and unfathomable. It almost explains that the Great Dao is invisible and has no end.”
"Greetings, Senior Minghe. Thank you for opening the mountain for countless of our juniors.”
"Who else dares to speak ill of Senior?”
"Yes, you don't have to be anxious. I've already pulled out my thirty-meter-long saber. I'm just waiting for someone to say no.”
The Blood Sea was originally a filthy place.
However, Ancestor Minghe was born in the Blood Sea and cultivated the Killing Dao, which was looked down upon by the world.
There seemed to be no words that could not be expressed on the Netherworld River.
But now, why don't you try the River Styx?
Just as they were feeling astonished, a huge change seemed to have occurred between heaven and earth.
The sky was originally cloudless, but at this moment, billions of clouds had gathered.
A dark yellow cloud of virtue descended from the sky and slowly floated down.
Untainted Land was indebted to Minghe for his actions, so he was bound to be rewarded by the Way of Heaven.
This was the rule and order of the Heavenly Dao.
Regardless of whether it was immortals, devils, or evil gods, they were treated equally.
The Blood Sea, which had obtained so much merit, instantly became the focus of the Primordial World.
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