UGB Chapter 67 36
Chapter 67 36
By merging with the Primordial Purple Qi, one is to hang oneself on this net. From then on, Mo Yun's origin no longer belongs only to himself, but also to the Primordial World. At the same time, the power of the Primordial World's origin also begins to flow into Mo Yun through this thread. This is the magnificent power of countless beings and the infinite laws of the Primordial World.
Two forces collided within Mo Yun's body: the void world of the Lesser Creation Realm, the root power of the Primordial World, and the Heavenly Dao imprint of the Primordial Purple Qi. The three intertwined, causing Mo Yun's aura to fluctuate violently.
His cultivation at the Lesser Creation Realm was suppressed by the Primordial Purple Qi, causing him to fall back to the Ninth Heaven of Primordial Chaos. This is a rule of the Primordial Heavenly Dao: within the Primordial World, one must follow the path of the Primordial Grand Luo Golden Immortal, not the path of the Lesser Creation Realm.
But Mo Yun knew this was only temporary. Once he advanced to the Primordial Great Luo Golden Immortal realm in the same way as the Primordial Era, the combined power of the Primordial Great Luo Golden Immortal realm and the Lesser Creation Realm would far surpass that of an ordinary Primordial Great Luo Golden Immortal.
The primordial chaos imposed a shackle on Mo Yun, but also granted him power, which was fair enough.
Mo Yun raised his head. Hongjun had disappeared at some point. The edge of chaos was empty, with only the primordial membrane of heaven and earth still slowly circulating.
Mo Yun paid no attention, his figure transforming into a golden rainbow that pierced through the membrane of heaven and earth, crossed the inner chaos of the primordial world, and traversed the Zhou Tian star sea.
Flying all the way, Mo Yun quickly set foot on the primordial land again. His divine sense spread out, and in the blink of an eye, the current situation of the primordial world unfolded in his consciousness like a scroll.
Thirty-six million years have passed since Mo Yun left the primordial world.
Over these 30 million years, the malevolent and calamistic energies surging between heaven and earth have accumulated anew, like two enormous reservoirs filled with water, which will soon burst their banks.
Mo Yun's reputation has long been buried by time. Thirty-six million years ago, Mo Yun killed three hundred Chaos Gods and Demons, slew the pseudo-Pangu with his sword, and slaughtered over a hundred Great Luo Golden Immortals. This battle shocked the prehistoric world and forced the five major clans and the Dao and Demon paths to fall silent.
But 36 million years is too long, long enough for countless beings to be born and perish, long enough for countless races to rise and fall, long enough for the name Moyun to go from being awe-inspiring to being a legend, and from being a legend to being a rumor.
Some say that Mo Yun was ambushed and killed by Hongjun and Luo Hou on the summit of Buzhou Mountain; others say that he angered the remaining will of Pangu and was cleaved into ashes by an axe; still others say that he killed too many people and was struck dead by the Heavenly Punishment of the Primordial Heaven.
These rumors have been circulating for 30 million years, and eventually, even the ancient beings who witnessed that battle began to have doubts.
Mo Yun didn't care; fame was like fleeting clouds to him.
His gaze swept across the primordial land, and the landscape was now completely different from what it had been before he left.
The five great clans became three clans standing side by side. Five million years ago, the White Tiger Clan was swallowed up by the Qilin Clan. Kunlun led the six Qilin Great Luos, including the Ink, Fire, Water, Jade, and Gold Saints, to trap and kill Jianbing with the Five Elements Great Formation. After that battle, the White Tiger Clan's silver-white battle flag completely disappeared from the prehistoric land.
The Xuanwu Clan was also swallowed up by the Dragon Clan three million years ago. Meng Zhang personally took action and subdued Zhi Ming with his peak Hunyuan Golden Immortal cultivation. The Xuanwu Clan then became a part of the Dragon Clan.
In the present day, only three top-tier races remain in the primordial world: the Dragon, the Phoenix, and the Qilin. They are revered as royal races by all other races. Below these three races, countless small and medium-sized races submit to them, forming three vast territories that cover half of the primordial world.
Besides the three clans, there are several other forces that transcend worldly affairs.
On Mount Yujing in the East, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun spread his teachings throughout the world. His disciples, the Three Pure Ones—Taishang, Yuanshi, and Lingbao—all possessed the cultivation of a peak Daluo Golden Immortal.
On the Western Heavenly Demon Mountain, the Demon Ancestor Rahu spread his teachings to all living beings, and his demonic disciples are found throughout the primordial world.
These two individuals are not to be trifled with by the Dragon, Phoenix, or Qilin clans.
In the vast starry sea, the brothers Di Jun and Tai Yi established the Sun God Palace, annexing the forces of Zi Chen Star Lord, Gouchen Star Lord, and Changsheng Star Lord, ruling over a region of the starry sea, with countless star generals under their command.
Deep in the North Sea, Kunpeng preached and spread the Dharma, summoning countless water beasts to establish the North Sea Palace.
On Mount Sumeru in the West, the two disciples, Jieyin and Zhunti, accepted many followers and founded the Western Religion, which teaches about cause and effect, reincarnation, and how to save all sentient beings.
The Red Cloud Daoist of Fire Cloud Cave and the Styx Ancestor in the Blood Sea are both powerful figures who have risen to prominence over the past tens of millions of years, each possessing the cultivation of a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal.
On the primordial land, the calamity energy surged like a tide, and dark red calamity energy fell from the sky like countless blood-red waterfalls hanging upside down; deep in the earth, the baleful energy surged like boiling water, staining the mountains, rivers and plants with a faint layer of blood color.
The great calamity of the second era has accumulated to a critical point, lacking only a trigger. Mo Yun estimated that this trigger wouldn't be too far off.
Phoenix Nest, the immortal volcano of Antarctica.
Ling Guangdie sat atop the Wutong Divine Tree, his crimson feathers fluttering gently in the volcanic heat. This Phoenix Nest was the foundation of the Phoenix Clan, cultivated for tens of millions of years. The Wutong Divine Tree was tens of thousands of feet tall, its canopy covering the entire crater. Countless palaces and jade pavilions surrounded the tree, spiritual roots and precious herbs grew everywhere, and layers upon layers of restrictive formations were in place.
Ling Guang's cultivation has reached the seventh level of the Primordial Chaos Realm. With 36 million years of arduous cultivation and the accumulated foundation of the Phoenix Clan over countless years, her strength, while still inferior to Meng Zhang among the three clan leaders, is enough to be on par with Kun Lun.
At this moment, Ling Guang was sensing the surging calamity energy between heaven and earth, trying to deduce the precise timing of the great calamity's outbreak.
Suddenly, Ling Guang sensed a wisp of energy. The energy was extremely faint, almost non-existent, but the sharpness it contained made her hair stand on end instantly.
Suddenly opening his eyes, Ling Guang flipped his right hand to take out a spiritual treasure. At the same moment, all the restrictive formations in the Phoenix Nest were activated. Layers of five-colored light curtains rose up, protecting the Wutong Divine Tree in the center. These formations were set up by countless array masters of the Phoenix Clan over tens of millions of years, and were enough to withstand the full force of a peak Hunyuan Golden Immortal.
A ray of golden light flashed, piercing through the five-colored light barrier. The countless arrays and restrictions erected by the Phoenix Clan were rendered meaningless in the face of the golden light. The golden light stopped atop the Wutong Divine Tree and transformed into the figure of Mo Yun.
Before Ling Guang could even take out the magical treasure from his hand, it was gently flicked by the golden light and slipped from his fingertips.
Lingbao tumbled in the air and landed in Moyun's hand. Moyun glanced at it and saw that it was a crimson short sword shaped like a phoenix feather. He then tossed the short sword back to Lingguang.
The short sword drew an arc in the air and landed steadily in Ling Guang's palm.
Ling Guang gripped the short sword, his fingers trembling slightly, and his crimson phoenix eyes surged with turbulent waves.
Thirty-six million years have passed, and everyone has said that Mo Yun is dead. She had come to believe those rumors. But now Mo Yun is standing alive in front of her, his aura unfathomable, and his methods even more terrifying than before.