Qing Ling smiled and said again, "Back then, I advised Daoist friend in the Northern Darkness on the theory of the Primordial World's four elements coalescing into one. This was the coalescing of fate, not the coalescing of realms. Daoist friend, you should reflect upon this!"
Kun Peng's expression became extremely solemn. After a long period of contemplation, he said, "I shall remember today's guidance. Farewell!"
Qing Ling cupped his hands in a salute, bidding Kun Peng farewell.
He no longer concerned himself with the ebb and flow of the Primordial World, but instead quietly contemplated the Great Dao amidst the sea of stars.
Although his body was not in the Primordial World, the overarching trends of the Primordial World were all tied to his presence.
The four seas of stars were illuminated by shimmering celestial bodies. The Azure Dragon and the Seven Mansions of the East, the Black Tortoise and the Seven Mansions of the North, the Vermillion Bird and the Seven Mansions of the South, the White Tiger and the Seven Mansions of the West, were gradually drawn in. The Solar Star flashed with red light, the Lunar Star shimmered with white radiance, and the Red Constellation echoed from afar. One by one, the stars were woven into a tapestry by Qing Ling, using his primordial spirit as the needle and thread.
In the Heavenly Court, Tai Yi and Di Jun sensed each other. Upon seeing his figure, they set aside their wariness.
On the vast Primordial World, a beautiful woman looked up at the moon. Beside her, a man carrying a bow asked with a smile, "What is it?"
His handsome and heroic face was filled with doting affection.
The woman's delicate eyebrows gently curved, and she chuckled softly, "It's nothing. I saw how bright the moon is, like jade, and I felt a bit homesick."
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Qing Ling knew that the Star Lords would perceive his actions, and he had no intention of stopping.
His vast and boundless primordial spirit repeatedly wove and stitched, connecting the threads. His primordial spirit grew larger and more expansive, to the point where the myriad stars were held in his embrace, transforming him into a giant radiating the white light of his primordial spirit!
This giant held a sea of stars in his hands. Within the sea, each star was drawn and woven into a brocade cloth. Using stars as needles, light as thread, and the universe as the foundation, he was creating a stellar map. Dafeng Novel Network.
At the same time, Kun Peng folded his wings and descended into the Great Wilderness, transforming into a demon and creating the language of the myriad demons.
In this era, various changes were set in motion by Qing Ling. Hong Yun left the Primordial World, taking the Primordial Violet Qi into the depths of chaos, where he opened up the Great World of Heavenly Fire. Chaos was boundless; once entered, without a guide, one could never find a world within.
Kun Peng no longer clung to the Primordial Violet Qi. Ming He did not have the anticipated outcome, and Tai Yi and Di Jun were fully focused on cultivation and strengthening the demon race. Hong Yun had, in a silent and unnoticed manner, evaded a calamity!
In the Sea of Blood, Ming He silently held a small black-blue banner, which had been sent from the Demon Master's Palace. He began his seclusion.
In Wa Huang Palace, Nu Wa also sealed her palace and entered seclusion, offering herself to the Qian Kun Cauldron to glimpse the remnants of creation throughout the Primordial World.
Tai Yi began to merge with the spirit of the Chaos Bell, dwelling deep within the Solar Star. By the time he emerged from seclusion, only the Eastern Emperor Bell would exist in the world!
Di Jun, with his multiple good and evil corpses, managed the affairs of the demon race. The River Chart was used for divination and deduction, amplified by the fate of the Great Dao. His cultivation was boosted by his status as a favored child of the era, and his progress was by no means slow.
On Kunlun Mountain, immortals gradually increased in number, and those seeking to become disciples and learn the Dao stretched for three thousand li along Kunlun. The Three Pure Ones, unable to refuse, sealed the mountain, yet unwilling to let sentient beings suffer, their three corpses took turns descending the mountain to lecture and guide all beings.
In the West, Mount Sumeru teemed with life. Zhun Ti, not sparing the precious innate golden lotus, scattered its seeds throughout the Great Wilderness. Upon landing, they transformed into countless spiritual roots, immortal herbs, and then into forests, plains, and fertile soil, creating numerous dwelling places for the beings of the West.
Jie Yin also scattered the lotus seeds from his own white lotus, creating all beings and enlightening the Western sentient beings.
Jie Yin resided in Sumeru for a long time, bestowing great dreams upon the Western world to enlighten countless spiritual beings. Zhun Ti traveled through the mountains and rivers of the West, lecturing everywhere. Regardless of status or background, as long as one had the heart to seek the Dao, this Saint would pause for them and personally impart his teachings.
The Western heaven and earth entrusted their fate to Zhun Ti and Jie Yin, and they were worthy of the Western heaven and earth and its sentient beings.
The West achieved the two Saints, and the two Saints also achieved the West.
In Zixiao Palace, Hongjun sat alone on the high platform for a long time, recalling the countless eons of the past, everything turning into contemplation.
The Great Dao, the apex of the Dao, was solitude, it was the Dao, no longer a Daoist.
Hongjun slowly descended from the high platform, smoothing the daoist robe he had worn for countless years. The door of Zixiao Palace silently opened, and the Dao Ancestor stepped across the threshold.
Behind him lay the endless grievances and enmities of the three thousand primordial demons of chaos, continuing from chaos to the Primordial World, an unending struggle and calculation...
Before him lay the vast and boundless emptiness of chaos, and from this day forward, there would be no perception of time, no emotion, only the Dao!
On this day, a majestic and sonorous voice echoed throughout the Primordial World. The winds of past ages swept across the ancient lands, brushing past countless rivers and mountains, stirring ripples in a thousand rivers and a hundred seas.
"I, Hongjun Daoist!
Merge with the Dao!
May the heavens and earth never fail me!"
As the voice fell, the universe, the Primordial World, the endless expanse of the sky, and the future void, all fell silent.
The entire Primordial World stilled for an instant, an instant that felt like a thousand years, yet was but a single moment.
The Great Dao has fifty, Heaven derives forty-nine, with one escape.
From this day forward, the Heavenly Dao is complete, no longer lacking.
The Heavenly Dao diminishes the excess and supplements the deficiency, diminishing Hongjun and supplementing heaven and earth.
The Creation Jade Plate henceforth vanished forever, merging into heaven and earth.
The laws of heaven and earth, the order of heaven and earth, were complete.
A new cycle began, and all phenomena were renewed.
Henceforth, it was the new era of heaven and earth!
The only anomaly of merging with the Dao was the cessation of time. Afterward, the Primordial World returned to its normal state.
However, the sky became even more ethereal, and the earth grew vaster.
All sentient beings, not even the Great Luo Golden Immortals, could recall anything of Hongjun, their memories having been touched by time.
Only those who had severed one corpse, quasi-Saints, and great powers of heaven and earth retained their memories.
After all, if something were to happen to the Primordial World, they would be the ones to bear the brunt of it.
In the starry sky, the colossal primordial spirit in white robes was lost in thought for a long time. Never before had a Daoist dared to ask if heaven and earth failed them without a guilty conscience; never had anyone dared to question whether heaven and earth failed them.
Dao Ancestor Hongjun had become the past, but he had reached heights that no one else had, and seen sights that no one else had.
No one could ever truly understand his thoughts. The Dao Ancestor was always one epoch ahead of all beings; no one had ever reached the same height as him.
Hongjun and Pangu needed no comparison, nor could they be compared.
The creation of heaven and earth, the merging of heaven and earth, were no longer matters for beings to judge. No one could evaluate them, not even the Sages.
Hongjun owed nothing to heaven and earth, yet he sacrificed himself to merge with the Dao. He placed his existence upon the Primordial World, only hoping that this world would not fail him.
Qing Ling remained silent for a long time before slowly regaining his senses. He thought that he would not be the only one lost in thought; it was likely that all those who considered themselves to be at the pinnacle of existence throughout heaven and earth were similarly lost.
Qing Ling's primordial spirit coalesced, and the stellar map re-emerged. The passage of time and the void of that instant allowed him to understand much.
In the Heavenly Court, within the cave dwelling of the Thousand Derivatives Demon King, a majestic white light blazed, and the myriad derivative laws of heaven and earth entered his primordial spirit.
Hongjun merged with the Dao, the Heavenly Dao became complete, and derivative perfection was achieved, leading to the birth of his derivative quasi-Saint!
Within Qing Xuan's eyes, the malevolent intent dissipated. Unlike ordinary Daoists who severed their corpses, he was already akin to the three corpses. Naturally, he would not sever three corpses but would only eliminate his malevolent thoughts!
Now, after countless years of arduous cultivation, Qing Xuan had finally achieved the rank of quasi-Saint!
In the chaos, atop the World Tree, my chaotic head was bathed in the golden light of the Primordial Golden Cauldron. The four elements of earth, wind, water, and fire were all absorbed into it, and then transformed into wood.
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