Sages Line Up! Who Dared Misbehave Before Little Ancestor!

On the shores of the Netherworld Sea of Blood.

This solemn land, reborn at the Primordial Establishment of Reincarnation of reincarnation, is destined to be recorded in every era of the Primordial World.

Space is no longer a smooth silk, but a tattered cloth being brutally torn apart by an invisible force.

The first crack opened without a deafening roar, but three distinct yet shared Daoist principles emanated from it.

One is pure and inactive, one is Jade Void and awe-inspiring, and one is Shangqing and piercing.

The figures of the Three Pure Ones stepped out from the crack, as if they had walked from eternity.

They ignored the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk, which was enough to drive any living being mad, and they also ignored Houtu and Nuwa, whose auras had changed and whose cultivation was unfathomable.

The gazes of the three Sage pierced through the turbulent currents of laws, fixing precisely on that small figure.

Lin Shen was still soaking in the Golden Light of Merit, his little face flushed, humming an off-key tune, as comfortable as a cat sunbathing.

Only after confirming that their Beloved Disciple was unharmed, and even had a strand of merit and Daoist aura in his hair, did the three Sages' hearts, which had been hanging in their throats, finally settle back into their chests.

Immediately afterwards, the western horizon was forcibly torn apart.

A burst of golden light erupted forth, accompanied by faint chanting of Buddhist hymns, yet it exuded an air of "urgently recruiting believers with generous benefits."

The two brothers, Jieyin and Zhunti, practically rolled out of the spatial passage, even rubbing off a lot of the newly plated gold powder on their monks' robes.

Their gazes immediately fell upon the slowly rotating Six Paths of Reincarnation of Reincarnation.

That look wasn't from someone looking at a treasure; it was from a ferocious beast that had been starving for millions of years, seeing a gluttonous feast stretching across the heavens and earth, its greed and desire almost materializing into drool.

Almost simultaneously, the Yao Qi of the North Sea and the murderous aura of the Blood Sea, like two peerless, deadly blades, ruthlessly cleaved open two other voids.

The Kunpeng's figure moved so fast that it was just a blur, a testament to pushing the "Travel Dao" to its limit.

Minghe treads upon the Karma Fire Red Lotus, and the Aura of Slaughter of the Asura Path condenses behind him into an illusion of a mountain of corpses and a sea of the Blood Sea.

Their gazes toward reincarnation were incredibly complex.

There was doubt about his own enlightenment, and even more so, a deep sense of powerlessness and horror at Lin Shen's creativity that "can change the world with just a few casual moves."

In the blink of an eye, nine Free Saints who transcended the Heavenly Dao gathered here, as if attending a pre-arranged feast.

Nine completely different paths to Sage collided here, causing the void to groan under the strain. Laws rubbed against each other, sparking annihilation, yet forcibly restraining themselves the instant they touched each other.

The pressure of the air caused even the most stubborn remnant souls in the depths of the underworld to instantly disintegrate into the most primordial true spirits.

But this is just an appetizer.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A series of even more violent and unreasonable spatial rupture sounds were like a series of depth charges detonating on a calm lake!

Eleven towering figures, carrying with them the primordial essence of Earth, Water, Fire, Wind, time, space, light, and darkness, forcefully squeezed into this already overburdened region.

They were not surrounded by any celestial light or Daoist aura; they were simply pure, ultimate physical power and the manifestation of laws!

It was precisely because they sensed the fundamental transformation in Houtu's aura that the other Eleven Ancestral Witches came out in full force!

The space ancestor, Dijiang, flickered between reality and illusion.

The fire god Zhurong, his blazing flames transformed the gloomy, dark sky into a magnificent fiery cloud.

Gonggong, the water god, stood on the raging black water, and the malevolent aura that could submerge everything made even the Minghe beside him frown.

The Time Ancestral Shaman Zhu Jiuyin, with his eyes tightly closed, could make Light and Time around him sometimes stand still and sometimes flow by with the slightest tremor of his eyelids.

Eleven Ancestral Witches, nine Sages, plus the masters of this place, Houtu and Nuwa.

Twenty-two!

This represents the pinnacle of combat power in the current Primordial World pyramid. At this moment, they are all like puppets pulled by invisible threads, densely gathered beside this small, dark rift valley.

The scene fell into an eerie, deathly silence.

The Ancestral Witch looked at the group of Sage, whose flowing robes filled them with a deep-seated loathing, their muscles bulging, and they let out low roars, ready to pounce on them and reason with their fists at any moment.

The Sage, watching this group of simple-minded Witch Clan who exuded an aura of "What are you looking at? If you don't like it, then fight!", kept their eyes down, maintaining their last shred of dignity, while secretly holding their innate treasures in their hands.

The atmosphere was like a bowstring stretched to its limit.

However, all the terrifying pressure and boiling killing intent were restrained by these top beings with their superb control, confining them to a space of three feet in front of them.

Their gazes, intentionally or unintentionally, traced a perfect arc, bypassing the Little Dot at the very heart of the scene.

Lin Shen.

The merit-consecration ceremony was over. He blinked his big eyes curiously, looking at the group of uncles and aunts who had suddenly appeared and looked all sorts of strange.

Wow! There are so many people!

His clear, pure childlike voice, like a small pebble, precisely shattered the frozen air.

He took short strides and ran up to this group of powerful beings who could make the Primordial World tremble, looking them over one by one like Little Master inspecting his collection of toys.

He first ran to the Three Pure Ones and skillfully hugged the leg of Taiqing Laozi.

"First Master, Second Master, Third Master! You've come to play too!"

"My Beloved Disciple, were you scared?" Taiqing Laozi immediately squatted down, his Sage power transforming into the gentlest breeze, carefully scanning Lin Shen from head to toe, making sure not a single hair was missing, before he truly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Lin Shen ran up to Jieyin and Zhunti, his eyes sparkling as he looked at their glittering robes that seemed to scream "I'm so rich!"

"Wow! Grandpas, your clothes are so shiny! They're even shinier than Second Master's palace!"

Jieyin unchanging look of suffering on the faces of Jieyin and Zhunti, who had been coldly glanced at by Yuanshi Tianzun, instantly melted away, and they squeezed out stiff but trying hard to appear kind.

"I'm so glad you like it, young friend! My Western Pure Land is full of such sparkling treasures. You must come and visit me sometime!" Zhunti hurriedly extended the invitation, afraid of being too late.

Then, Lin Shen curiously approached the Eleven Ancestral Witches.

He looked up at the flickering flames on Zhurong's body, his little face full of longing.

"Wow! Red-haired uncle, can we use the fire on your body to grill meat? It will definitely smell even better than Brother Qiankun grills!"

Zhurong was taken aback by the question, then burst into thunderous laughter, patting his thumping chest. "Yes! Absolutely! What do you want to eat? Uncle will roast it for you! I guarantee it will be crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with an aroma that will travel for miles!"

He then pointed to the black water at Gonggong's feet and found it particularly amusing.

"Uncle who's always so unhappy, can your water turn into a slide? You know, the kind that goes all the way down from the sky to the ground!"

Gonggong's perpetually icy face twitched slightly, a rare occurrence, and he managed to squeeze out a single word through clenched teeth. "Yes."

Lin Shen was like a king inspecting his territory, calling out names one by one.

These Sage and Ancestral Witch, who could change the trajectory of galaxies with a stomp of their feet, were now like a group of children waiting for their teacher to give them red flowers, each of them straightening their backs and trying to show their "interesting", "kind", and "fun" side.

She was afraid that because she looked too fierce or too boring, she would be ignored by this Little Ancestor.

This absurd yet harmonious scene allowed everyone to temporarily forget their irreconcilable conflicts.

Until Lin Shen walked up to Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin.

He glanced at the constantly folding and unfolding spatial ripples around Dijiang, then at the shadows of the Zhu Jiuyin's tightly closed eyelids, and a brilliant idea popped into his little head.

He stretched out his two little hands, one hand holding onto Dijiang's clothes and the other grabbing Zhu Jiuyin's sleeve, his little face filled with excitement and anticipation.

"The uncle who looks like a yellow sack, and that uncle with his eyes closed!"

"One of you can manipulate space, and the other can manipulate time, so if you combine your abilities, could you create for me a... Time Television?"

"Yesterday I saw a story called 'Peppa Pig' in Uncle Fuxi's painting, but I haven't finished reading it yet! Can you conjure it up for me to see?"

Dijiang: "..."

Zhu Jiuyin: "..."

The two Ancestral Witch, the wisest among them and supreme beings who wield the most fundamental laws of the universe, felt their primordial spirit undergo an unprecedented Chaos explosion at this moment.

Time Television?

Peppa Pig?

What... what kind of things are these that are outside the Great Dao?!