The Forty-Nine Layers of Heaven-Opening Shock the Primordial World

Donghuang Taiyi stared, admiration in his eyes. "He is mine!"

Tongtian said decisively, "Taiyi, he is better suited to my Dao!"

Di Jun urged, "Taiyi, he bears the origin of formations. He truly is a better match for Tongtian."

Donghuang Taiyi sighed regretfully. "Such a fine seedling. What a pity!"

The figure was dazed for a moment. With a glance from Chen Xuan, he instantly received the information of the Primordial World.

Even when the Immortal Domain had collapsed, he had remained indifferent. Yet now he was shaken. "The Primordial World is the supreme heaven and earth I have pursued all my life!"

He bowed to Chen Xuan. "Wushi pays respects to the Dao Venerable!"

Wushi, the Wushi Great Emperor of the Middle Thousand World!

At the end of the immortal road, who stood at the peak? At the sight of Wushi, all Dao became empty.

Using the Wish Roulette, Chen Xuan summoned his departed soul back to life.

Tongtian stepped forward. "I am Tongtian Jiaozhu of the Upper Pure Realm, and I am willing to take you as my personal disciple!"

Sensing the supreme aura of formations upon Tongtian, Wushi bowed down. "This disciple greets Master!"

Tongtian left with Wushi.

The river of time and space rumbled without end.

The Heavenly Dao river surged, and a figure appeared.

Zhen Yuanzi cried out, "Red Cloud!"

Red Cloud bowed to Chen Xuan. "Thank you, Dao Venerable, for the grace of recreating me!"

He should originally have reincarnated as Yun Zhongzi, but Chen Xuan had changed his fate and reshaped his true body.

Red Cloud's cultivation had already reached that of an ordinary Saint.

Zhen Yuanzi thanked him, "Thank you, Dao Venerable, for making this possible!"

He embraced Red Cloud, and the two departed through the air.

The river of time and space continued to roar in an unbroken stretch.

A figure in white stepped forth and accepted the baptism of the Primordial World.

The Taixu Great Emperor!

Donghuang Taiyi appeared. "I am Donghuang Taiyi, and I am willing to take you as my disciple!"

Taixu sensed his Dao of battle and bowed. "This disciple greets Master!"

He then bowed once more to Chen Xuan. "Taixu pays respects to the Dao Venerable!"

Donghuang left with Taixu.

Scene after scene unfolded in succession.

Departed souls were resurrected from the river of time and space, while the Primordial World's powerful figures scrambled to take disciples.

System prompt: "The Mythic Nuwa Template has only five years remaining. Host, please prepare to activate the next template!"

Chen Xuan relaxed inwardly.

Five years were no more than the snap of a finger in the Primordial World.

For him, it was more than enough!

He brought forth Nuwa's Divine Staff, and countless rosy rays illuminated the universe.

He pointed at the heavens. "Open!"

The skies of the Primordial World boomed as the Thirty-Six Heavens leapt straight to the Thirty-Ninth Heavens!

The origin of heaven and earth surged, rules dissipated, and order condensed.

Hongjun's aura changed abruptly as he broke through to the first level of the Supreme Primordial Chaos!

He knelt in the void and gave thanks. "This student thanks the Dao Venerable for making this possible!"

For countless eras, he had guarded the Primordial World, yet had been suppressed by Pangu Will.

Now, Chen Xuan had opened the Thirty-Ninth Heavens and helped him shatter his shackles.

Ancestor Yang Mei also broke through. The river of the Space Dao condensed as he reached the first level of the Supreme Primordial Chaos.

He knelt and gave thanks. "This student thanks the Dao Venerable for making this possible!"

Tongtian's aura surged, reaching the eighth level of the Limitless Primordial Chaos.

Laozi broke through to the seventh level of the Limitless Primordial Chaos.

Yuanshi roared, condensing three million points as his Saintly aura soared.

He actually struck at Mount Buzhou!

Laozi and Tongtian were dumbfounded. "What is he doing?"

Yet Hongjun and Ancestor Yang Mei understood: Yuanshi wanted to sever Mount Buzhou and refine the Dao of artifacts!

Mount Buzhou, the pillar of the primordial world, holding up heaven and earth.

Yuanshi's move was mad, yet bold!

He refined his points and blasted them toward Mount Buzhou.

Pangu's aura gathered, seeming poised to stop him.

But Mount Shouyang suddenly rang out, and the River of Humanity emerged.

Bolstered by Mythical Nuwa's aura, tens of millions of innate humans broke through.

The weakest among them were all Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals!

The River of Humanity suppressed Pangu Will, and Mount Buzhou broke apart with a thunderous crash!

Yuanshi flicked out the Great Dao of Artifact Refinement, wrapping the shattered mountain. "This student thanks Dao Venerable for your fulfillment!"

At the fracture, the River of Time and Space roared.

A Great Thousand World abruptly took shape!

As the myriad spirits watched, they discovered it was a world of Western gods. It had no Heavenly Dao Will, only the power of faith.

Why had this world appeared?

Hongjun and the others understood in an instant.

In the past, the primordial world had only thirty-six layers of heaven, unable to accommodate a Great Thousand World.

But now, the Western Nineteenth Heaven had devoured the origins of countless small and medium Lesser Thousand Worlds. It was more than capable of bearing it!

This world was called the Divine World. A thousand years ago, it had been a Lesser Thousand World.

When a planet collided with it, spiritual energy revived, and everyone gained the ability to cultivate.

The gods awakened in turn—Odin of Norse mythology, Zeus of Greece, King Arthur of the Celts, and others returned to life.

Using the power of faith, they expanded their world into a Great Thousand World, its population surging to billions upon billions.

The gods ruled the world, built divine palaces, and took in disciples.

Cultivators worshipped the gods, allowing their cultivation speed to multiply. Those of exceptional talent could ignite their divine fire, become true gods, and enjoy lifespans of hundreds of thousands of years.

Within the Divine World, the Norse and Greek gods stood in rival balance, while the Celts kept a low profile yet could not be underestimated.

Only the Yanhuang gods had yet to appear!

For billions of Yanhuang descendants, a thousand years of longing had turned into torment.

Those who lost hope abandoned their homeland and turned to worship Western gods.

Now, only thirty million Yanhuang survivors remained, living in Yanhuang City and eking out a wretched existence.

Yet they clung to their belief: the Eastern gods would one day descend and protect their descendants!

Hongjun and the others' auras surged as they were shaken by the information of this world.

At the peak of Mount Shouyang, spiritual energy churned wildly, as though invisible blazing flames were exploding through the air.

What kind of overwhelming presence was this, to tear the spiritual currents between heaven and earth into repeated booming blasts?

Hongjun clenched his fists tightly, his nails piercing his palms as blood dripped down, yet he felt none of it.

Who dared claim that the splendor of Eastern civilization could not stand shoulder to shoulder with any other?

Nuwa created the world, Pangu opened the heavens, the Three Pure Ones spread the Dao—why should the glory of the Yanhuang descendants be trampled upon so ruthlessly by Western gods?

Tongtian raised his head, his gaze stabbing toward Hongjun like a sword. His tone was calm, yet its edge remained hidden within. "Master, those Western true gods boast lifespans of hundreds of thousands of years. What are your thoughts?"

Hongjun answered, his voice cold as ice and utterly devoid of laughter. "Hundreds of thousands of years? Those Western true gods truly are 'powerful' enough to inspire awe!"

Jieyin looked toward Zhunti, his calm expression carrying endless meaning. "Junior Brother, they call themselves gods of the West. Then what are you and I?"