Watching the back of Patriarch Tali leaving, an unknown number of great powers felt emotional.
Patriarch Tali stepped on bright, blazing fires, and layer by layer, the sky screens lit up for him, and layer by layer, the heavens opened the way for him.
The thirty-three layers of heaven, protecting the sentient beings of the Primordial World, also suppressed them.
The thirty-three obstacles did not slow his pace in the slightest. Amidst the silent awe of all beings in heaven and earth looking up, he walked towards the outside of the Primordial World and into the Chaos.
Qing Ling raised his head, the master of the Earthly Dao, looking at the heavens for the first time.
The heavens are profound, the earth is yellow, outside the profound yellow of heaven and earth, in the Chaos of the universe.
Heaven and earth coexist, how should they coexist?
Two great Daos, two adversarial Daos contending for one world, were destined to lead to conflict.
Qing Ling looked at the heavens for the first time, seeing the heavens beyond the heavens, and the Chaos he had never been to.
The earth overturned and collapsed, the wind raged wildly, water flooded above and below, and fire burned in all directions.
That was the relic of the initial Primordial Era, which even Great God Pangu had not opened up.
Within it lay numerous and unclear secrets.
The Earthly Dao moved upwards, not to expand, but to observe.
To observe the attitude of the heavenly Dao high above.
Qing Ling's primordial spirit's consciousness probed towards the thirty-three layers of heaven, and the will of the Heavenly Dao descended with a "nine."
This was the will of the Heavenly Dao.
Long years passed, and nine Yuanhui remained until forty-nine Yuanhui after the Dragon-Phoenix Tribulation, and it would be the time for the Heavenly Dao's first Saint to descend!
Qing Ling's heart, however, relaxed. The Heavenly Dao letting him know this news at least meant that the Heavenly Dao could tolerate him.
Heaven and Earth, though Heaven came before Earth, could not be without Earth.
Qing Ling sat cross-legged by the Stone of Three Lives, his primordial spirit differentiating into countless threads to re-deduce future timelines.
The divine light of reincarnation on the Stone of Three Lives glowed faintly, and the power of three lives and three worlds converged into the present life.
It was the accumulation of his three past lives that led to his achievements in this life. At no time would Qing Ling be careless. He intended to be an absolutely rational and meticulously planned person, so as not to be unworthy of the contributions of his future and past selves.
Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun, after touring the Netherworld for a thousand years, came to thank Qing Ling and bid farewell.
The two left the Netherworld and headed towards the Primordial Great Land, traveling through mountains and rivers, enjoying the spring flowers and autumn moon, observing the scenery of the four seasons, and traversing the vast and beautiful lands.
This was their Dao, walking the Dao in heaven and earth, each step and pause filled with emotions of harmony with heaven and earth, and the great perseverance to comprehend Pangu's creation of heaven and earth.
The extreme cold ocean of the Northern Darkness, which had remained still for countless years, began to ripple with the arrival of the Xuanyuan Water-Controlling Banner.
Wind rose for ten thousand miles, water flowed in all directions, wind and water rose and fell, water surged and wind raged. Immortals often saw fish, birds, and strange beasts flapping their wings in the Northern Sea, soaring ninety thousand li high, and diving three thousand fathoms deep into the sea.
Dijun, who had traveled the Primordial World for many years, also returned to the Sun Star laden with treasures.
Qing Ling resided deep in the Underworld. In recent years, several more powerful beings of the Earthly Dao had emerged. Ten Great Luo ghost cultivators had emerged from Fengdu City, and according to the order established by Qing Ling, they each established a palace and became the Ten Yama Kings, governing the native beings and spirits of the ten regions of the Netherworld.
The capacity for great powers in the Ghost Dao had reached its limit, and there would hardly be any more Great Luo in the Ghost Dao.
Unless one of the ten established Yama Kings died, there would be remaining quotas of the Great Dao for other ghost Dao cultivators.
But this was not absolute, for one of the Six Paths of Reincarnation was the Path of Hungry Ghosts!
On the Primordial Great Land, the Witch Clan had emerged for tens of Yuanhui, and their civilization had gradually become strong and prosperous.
Even with great powers like Nuwa protecting a region, in reality, they were merely guarding their own dojos.
But they did not know that the Witch Clan's influence was expanding, encircling the dojos of various great powers.
They believed their deterrence was sufficient to protect themselves, but they did not know that the Witch Clan was gradually turning them into birds in a cage.
The Witch Clan began the grand undertaking of eradicating the dojos of great powers and unifying the land.
However, it was still minor skirmishes for those with myopic vision.
In the Western Wasteland, a great bull clan power perished, their flesh and blood consumed by the Ancestral Witches, their bones fashioned into weapons by the Witch Clan. The vast eighty million li of marshland in the great bull clan's territory was now under the control of the Witch Clan.
On the Heavenly Stone Plain, Ancestor Kudu was completely consumed by Shebishi, and the Ku Jue Palace, which had stood there for tens of Yuanhui, was destroyed.
On Li Rong Mountain, the reclusive cultivator Jiuyan was annihilated by Ancestral Witch Gonggong with the True Water of Heaven and One, causing Li Rong Mountain to collapse for tens of millions of li.
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The flesh and blood of one great power after another nourished the true bodies of the Ancestral Witches. On the corpses and bones of the Primordial beings, the Witch Clan began to rise and grow rapidly.
The territory of the Witch Clan had, without anyone noticing, surrounded Buzhou Mountain!
On Kunlun Mountain, the Three Pure Ones sealed the mountain. The Witch Clan did not ascend the mountain to disturb the quiet cultivation of the three Daoists, as they were all descendants of Pangu.
The three hundred million li territory of Phoenix Perch Mountain had been encroached upon, leaving only fifty million li around the mountain.
This was with the help of the Queen Mother of the West from the Western Kunlun.
The Witch Clan did not dare to provoke the legendary Primordial's first ancestor, Hongjun. Penglai was too far away and beyond their reach.
The Western Kunlun was powerful, and many reclusive great powers inhabited the north. The Witch Clan also avoided them.
The West was barren and lacked sustenance. The Sea of Blood was useless to the Witch Clan. Only the southeast of Buzhou Mountain was abundant in treasures, teeming with life, and had very few great powers.
Therefore, the southeast became the main direction of the Witch Clan's expansion.
In the southeast, among the new generation of great powers, there were indeed few great powers or formidable figures.
But any elder with some seniority knew that the southeastern region was home to the Jianmu supporting the heavens, the Dao Master of the Eastern Wasteland, and ancient great powers.
The entire southeast, except for the ten billion li of the Eastern Wasteland, had not been destroyed by the Dragon-Phoenix Tribulation, and therefore was teeming with life and spiritual beasts.
Duguang Land had been silent for too long and had always kept a low profile. Furthermore, with the intentional downplaying and rumors from the immortals on Penglai Island, Duguang Land appeared to be a masterless wasteland.
Therefore, when the Wu tribes of the Wu Clan arrived at the entrance of the Eastern Wasteland, before the city gates of Senluo, they loudly declared their intention to devour all the beings within the city.
The Witch Clan's ability to roam the Primordial Great Land was by no means a result of reckless impulsiveness.
Even though rumors outside claimed that the Eastern Wasteland had only one great power, a wood-element Dao great power not skilled in combat, the Witch Clan still sent five Ancestral Witches!
As the Witch Clan's army arrived outside Senluo City with the terrifying momentum of mountains collapsing and the earth cracking, on Penglai Island in the East Sea, Dong Wanggong sat alone playing Go, placing black and white pieces.
He chuckled, "This game was worth my years of effort!"
"Three Immortal Elders, please make a trip."
Three old immortals slowly emerged. One of them, a hunched old Daoist with a bald head like a peach and a long beard, sighed, "Immortal King, we three will only act this once!
After suppressing Penglai for fifty Yuanhui, there will be no further karma between us!"
Dong Wanggong smiled and said, "As Immortal Elder Shou said, this Immortal King will no longer force you three afterward!"
Another old Daoist holding a jade Ruyi sighed, "We only wish this endeavor to be successful. Please, Immortal King, keep your promise."
The last old Daoist, holding a golden seal, smiled and said, "We depart."
The three old men walked out of Penglai Island at a leisurely pace.
At the same time, in the Penglai Immortal Realm, countless immortals rushed about, setting up key points of formations, ready to activate the island-protecting immortal array at any moment. No matter how fierce the waves of the East Sea were, they would not be able to overturn this island of ten thousand immortals.
On the island, Dong Wanggong placed another white piece. The white pieces spread in all directions, forming a pincer movement. The black pieces were trapped like beasts in a cage. A smile appeared on his face.
"Dao Master of the Eastern Wasteland, although my strength is no longer as great as yours, I have still squandered more years than you."