Zhenyuanzi's expression suddenly turned solemn, and his heart shook violently. How could a Saint's oral decree be false? He immediately bowed and replied, "Thank you for the Saint's warning. I will surely pass it on!"
Su Yang nodded and said no more. With a light shout, Little White's four hooves flew, transforming into a white rainbow that tore through the sky. In the blink of an eye, it vanished into the depths of the sea of clouds beyond Longevity Mountain.
The winds and clouds of the Primordial World had long since changed.
The world that had once been scattered and disorderly now seethed with hidden Killing Intent. Two Three-legged Golden Crows, Di Jun and Tai Yi, had been born within the Sun Star. Joining forces with Kunpeng, the demon god of the Northern Abyss, all three had severed a corpse and attained the rank of quasi-Saints. With ten Grand Unity Golden Immortals as their assistants and hundreds of thousands of cultivators under their command, no one dared to challenge the edge of their army.
They specifically targeted major powers, striking like thunder and suppressing them with iron-blooded force. Every time they conquered a region, they swallowed its resources and recruited its disciples, causing their strength to snowball. In a short span of time, the scattered orthodoxies throughout the Primordial World had all submitted. Only a few places, such as the East Sea Dragon Palace and the Kunlun Ruins, where powerful experts held sway, remained independent.
Di Jun's ambition was plain for all to see: he intended to unify the Primordial World by force. Though Heaven and Earth were boundless, spanning no less than hundreds of millions of miles, and the road ahead was long, his wings were gradually filling out, and his imperial ambitions were beginning to show.
Another force,