Ling Xiao Bore the Primordial Three Realms on His Shoulders! You Rotten Old Man Are Really Bad!

Vast Dao Resonance, boundless aura.

Ling Xiao looked down upon all living beings, a faint smile on his face.

"No need for such ceremony!"

With a light sweep of Ling Xiao's jade sleeve, a peaceful breeze drifted past. Old Ancestor Styx, Perfected Immortal Taiyi, and everyone else straightened their backs once more, though the reverence and envy in their eyes never faded.

The River of Time and River of Fate vanished, replaced by flowers raining down from the heavens, golden lotuses blooming from the earth, dense purple qi arriving from the east, dragons and phoenixes crying in unison, and immortal music echoing through the air.

With a slight movement, Ling Xiao descended upon the summit of Mount Tai.

His Golden Immortal of Grand Dao cultivation was displayed before Dao Ancestor Hongjun, Grand Pure Laozi, and the others. His aura was pure and unadorned, ethereal and vast, without the slightest trace of instability.

"Little Friend Ling Xiao, congratulations!"

"After the Human Dao awakened and the Primordial World underwent its ultimate ascension, Demon Ancestor Rahu began stirring again. During the time I am cultivating in seclusion, the responsibility of suppressing the Primordial World will have to be borne by you and the Lunar Goddess."

"In my plan, once the Investiture of the Gods Ceremony ends and the Primordial Three Realms rise once more, we will allow Demon Ancestor Rahu to make his return. By then, Haotian will command the Immortal Dao as the lord of the Immortal Court. Even if Demon Ancestor Rahu revives through the Demonic Dao, he will only be able to contend with Haotian."

Dao Ancestor Hongjun looked at Ling Xiao and spoke with a kindly expression.

The Dao-Demon War had ended with his narrow victory. The earth veins of the Western World had been utterly destroyed, while Demon