When heaven and earth had first opened, clarity and turbidity had yet to separate, and endless baleful energy gave rise to the Innate Fierce Beasts.
Influenced by that baleful energy, the Innate Fierce Beasts were powerful but lacked intelligence, knowing only slaughter. Thus, the prehistoric world was steeped in endless bloodshed and killing.
Only when the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Ancestors emerged, gathering the living beings of the prehistoric world with great perseverance and wisdom to drive out the fierce beasts, did the first great calamity of heaven and earth erupt.
In the end, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Clans emerged victorious, and the prehistoric world was able to regain its peace.
Sadly, the good times did not last. The once-harmonious three clans soon erupted into war over destiny and authority.
The three clans ultimately wounded each other badly and withdrew from the stage in defeat, leaving the prehistoric world devastated.
Then Luohu threw the world into chaos, causing countless living beings across the prehistoric world to suffer.
Only when Hongjun emerged and forcefully slew Luohu did the second era of the prehistoric world come to an end, ushering in a new age.
Hongjun obtained immense destiny from heaven and earth, attained the Dao, and became a Saint. He then established Zixiao Palace in the chaos to preach the Dao to all living beings.
At Zixiao Palace, Hongjun bestowed Saint Positions and supreme treasures. After three sermons, he gathered the destiny of all living beings and merged himself with the Dao, becoming the Dao Ancestor of the Heavenly Dao.
The many innate great deities followed Hongjun's example, preaching the Dao throughout the prehistoric world in hopes of breaking through to the realm of Saints.
Sanqing set up a grand formation on Kunlun Mountain to test cultivators' foundations and perseverance. Anyone who passed through it could ascend to Jade Void Palace and listen to the Great Dao.
At this moment, the sound of the Dao filled Jade Void Palace as Sanqing sat upon the Dao platform, expounding the Great Dao.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered into golden flowers of dharma power, which fell into the bodies of the listeners below.
The cultivators below were utterly entranced, fully immersed in the Great Dao as they comprehended its profound principles and wondrous methods.
Among the many cultivators, one young man stood out in particular. Even among the handsome cultivators of the prehistoric world, his appearance was the most outstanding.
Wherever he was, he would undoubtedly be the most eye-catching presence.
The young man's face suddenly turned pale, and an expression of unbearable pain appeared on it, as though he had fallen into a terrifying nightmare.
Such a drastic change naturally made it impossible for him to remain immersed in the Great Dao. When he opened his eyes, they revealed a trace of ancient shock and fury.
Fortunately, quite a few cultivators in the hall wore all manner of expressions because they could not grasp the mysteries of the Great Dao, making the young man seem less conspicuous.
Listening to the sound of the Dao beside him, along with this familiar hall and these familiar faces, Cihang's mind shook violently.
This is Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain—and the time when I first entered it?
Cihang was filled with both fear and shock. If not for the state of mind he had cultivated as a quasi-Saint, he would likely have cried out already.
He was indeed Cihang, but not the Cihang who had just arrived at Kunlun. He was the Cihang who had cultivated for hundreds of millions of years and attained the quasi-Saint Fruit Position.
"I wasn't I forced to sacrifice myself and perish in the great calamity of heaven and earth?
I've returned? What kind of power could reverse time and space and send me back to the beginning of my cultivation?"
Even with the state of mind of a quasi-Saint, Cihang could not suppress his chaotic emotions.
This was simply too unbelievable.
To his knowledge, not even Saints could accomplish such a thing.
Cihang racked his brains for the reason behind his rebirth, but he gained nothing in the end. A layer of mist always blocked him from uncovering the truth.
His final memory remained fixed on the disbelief, rage, and unwillingness he had felt when he was forced to sacrifice himself.
In the end, Cihang could only set the matter aside for now and investigate its Karma in the future.
As he listened to the vast sound of the Dao resounding through the hall, Cihang once again felt a chill run through his entire body.
Even after several eras had passed, he could never forget this scene.
This was where his fate had turned, and where all his sorrow had begun.
Though Cihang was not one of the foremost Innate God-Demons, he too had been born innately, an Innate White Lotus from Mount Luojia in the South Sea.
On the day Hongjun attained the Dao, he bathed in the radiance of the Saintly Dao and gained the opportunity to Transform into Human Form, strengthening his resolve to pursue the Dao.
After successfully transforming, Cihang left Mount Luojia in the South Sea and began his journey in search of the Dao.
He naturally knew his cultivation was insufficient for Zixiao Palace, yet he still resolutely entered the prehistoric world and embarked on his long path of seeking the Dao.
After overcoming countless tribulations and obstacles along the way, he spent one hundred thousand years reaching the sacred Kunlun Mountains.
By chance, he arrived just in time for Sanqing's formation and their preaching of the Dao.
At that time, the Dao Ancestor had only just merged with the Dao, while the Six Saints of later generations were still trapped at the quasi-Saint realm.
Because Hongjun had spoken of preaching the Dao throughout the prehistoric world and enlightening all living beings, these powerful figures established their own sects and accepted disciples, seeking the path to sainthood.
Relying on his formidable resolve and perseverance, he passed the formation's trial and stood out among the cultivators.
He also entered Yuanshi's sect as he had wished, becoming a disciple of the future Saint.
That status earned him the envy and jealousy of countless cultivators in the prehistoric world.
Yet in truth, Cihang's treatment was not nearly as good as people imagined.
Yuanshi was domineering and protective of his own, but he only protected the few disciples he cared about. Cihang had always been the one ignored and used.
His aptitude was clearly not poor, yet he received such vastly different treatment. Naturally, he was deeply indignant.
Even so, he still held Yuanshi in awe and had harbored no ill intentions.
That was until the Twelve Golden Immortals of Chan Sect suffered calamity during the Investiture of the Gods war, and Yuanshi disregarded Cihang's foundation and cultivation, giving Guangchengzi and the others the chance to recover instead.
Though he was disappointed, he still had no intention of betraying the Dao.
The world said he had betrayed the Dao and entered Buddhism, but who knew it had merely been an exchange of interests between Saints?
Did a Grand Unity Golden Immortal who had lost his cultivation truly have the courage to betray a Saint, even if the other party was also a Saint?
He had merely been a discarded pawn, used by Yuanshi to repay the Karma owed to Jieyin and Zhunti for intervening in the Investiture of the Gods war.
After enduring countless lifetimes of reincarnation, he finally returned to the Grand Unity Dao Fruit, yet he still could not escape the fate of being controlled by others.
In the Buddhist sect, he was one of the Three Saints of the West and one of Buddhism's Four Great Bodhisattvas, but in the end, he was merely a tool for Buddhism to gather merit.
When the great calamity of heaven and earth descended once more, Buddhism suffered a backlash of destiny after its rise to prosperity. He was abandoned again and forced to sacrifice himself to stabilize Buddhism's destiny.
Looking back on his life, beneath its glorious exterior lay nothing but the sorrow and helplessness of being unable to control his own fate.
Demonic energy began to breed uncontrollably within Cihang's heart, born from a lifetime of grief, indignation, and resentment.
This is bad!
Cihang was greatly alarmed and hurriedly activated his quasi-Saint state of mind, doing everything he could to suppress the demonic energy within his heart.
This was Jade Void Palace. If he dared reveal even the slightest trace of demonic energy, his soul would be scattered and destroyed.
Fortunately, Sanqing had yet to attain the Dao and were wholly immersed in preaching, so they did not notice the change in his state of mind.
Under the suppression of his quasi-Saint state of mind and will, Cihang's inner demons gradually dissipated.
The price was that the Buddhist quasi-Saint mind power he had painstakingly cultivated over his lifetime was completely worn away.
Yet Cihang felt no regret. If anything, this suited his wishes even better.
In this life, he would not enter Buddhism again and become an abandoned pawn of the West.
Having been given another chance, would he continue along his former path? No, he would never live that kind of life again.
Not only would he refuse to enter Buddhism, but he also had no intention of joining Chan Sect again.
As his Buddhist mind power dissipated, the weathered and silent state of mind Cihang had carried also returned to youth, and everything reverted to its original state.
Even if he became a wandering immortal, even if countless dangers and obstacles lay ahead, he would crush them all and persist upon his own path.
In this life, I, Cihang, will carve out my own path!
Cihang suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart.
He was now merely a Mystical Immortal who had just entered the immortal path. He lacked both the qualifications and strength to seek revenge.
However, with the memories and cultivation experience of his previous life, his cultivation in this life would certainly proceed far more smoothly.
A Saint? He, too, wished to glimpse the mysteries of the Saint realm.
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