After the three thousand Great Power left, Zixiao Palace became deserted.
" Lord, my senior brother has been possessed by Outer-Heaven Demon. Can you please not merge with the Heavenly Dao? You are the only family left in Yao Chi."
With tears welling in her eyes, Yao Chi vented her grievances to Hongjun.
"Even if your senior brother isn't dead, I won't try to Dao Integration. That's just fooling those Outer-Heaven Demon."
Hongjun comforted Yao Chi while wiping away the tears from her eyes.
"Really?" Yao Chi looked at Hongjun expectantly.
"When has the Lord ever lied to you?" Hongjun laughed. "Come with me to awaken your senior brother."
Afterwards, Hongjun led Yao Chi to a certain place in the backyard of the Zixiao Palace.
The True Spirit of the Randeng, the East Prince Gong, and the Hao Tian are enshrined here.
Yao Chi's mouth dropped open when she saw it.
" Lord... this is..."
Hongjun no longer intended to hide it from Yao Chi; in any case, the existence of the Transmigrator would inevitably be revealed in the future.
There's no harm in letting Yao Chi know in advance.
Hongjun briefly explained the matter of Transmigrator and the system to Yao Chi.
Then, the Jade Disc of Creation Fragment was retrieved.
The Jade Disc of Creation Fragment flowed through the Great Dao of Creation, instantly restoring the physical bodies of Hao Tian and the other two, and awakening their True Spirit.
" Lord, what's wrong with me...?"
Hao Tian looked completely bewildered, clearly unaware of what had happened.
The Randeng and the East Prince Gong, who were standing nearby, had similar reactions.
Upon seeing Hongjun, the two of them quickly bowed.
"Greetings, Dao Ancestor!"
"Do you all remember what happened?" Hongjun asked East Prince Gong and Randeng.
The two shook their heads.
Their impression was still based on the second sermon.
" Dao Ancestor... have we been possessed?" East Prince Gong asked casually.
Hongjun nodded. "Yes, and your reputation in the Prehistoric World world has already been ruined by the Outer-Heaven Demon."
The East Prince Gong remained silent for a while, then nearly fainted.
Randeng, however, showed little reaction, clearly not caring much about his reputation.
Hongjun sent two beams of Immortal Light into the sea of consciousness of the two.
The two also learned what Primordial Era a specific period in Chinese history).
When Randeng learned that the Transmigrator had used his identity to acknowledge Hongjun as his father and become the spokesperson for the Mystic Sect, the corner of his mouth twitched.
The East Prince Gong, however, turned deathly pale.
What does it mean that he and Tai Yi, driven by love turned to hatred, established the Immortal Court with the intention of annihilating the Prehistoric World?
" Lord... then I..."
Hao Tian knew he had also been possessed, and he felt utterly hopeless.
"You're alright. The Outer-Heaven Demon who possessed you was marked by the Heavenly Dao, and everyone knows he's Outer-Heaven Demon."
Hongjun's words relieved Hao Tian.
Thank goodness...
This Outer-Heaven Demon had only possessed him for a short time and hadn't yet made a move against Yao Chi...
" Dao Ancestor, can I change my title...?" East Prince Gong asked pitifully.
He's no longer innocent.
He himself felt embarrassed to still be called the East Prince Gong.
"The title is bestowed by Heavenly Dao, and this is not This Poor Daoist I can decide," Hongjun said thoughtfully.
The East Prince Gong knelt directly on the ground, his face full of sorrow, his voice pleading:
" Heavenly Dao above, I know I have been implicated by that Outer-Heaven Demon, tarnishing the name of ' East Prince Gong ' and further jeopardizing the reputation of the Dao Ancestor and the Mystic Sect."
"This disciple humbly begs Heavenly Dao's mercy to allow this disciple to change his name and return to the righteous path!"
Hongjun and Yao Chi stood silently to one side, while Randeng and Hao Tian held their breath in anticipation.
This matter of changing the name can be considered a big deal, or it can be considered a small one.
A name is bestowed by heaven, carrying the weight of cause and effect and destiny; how can it be changed at will?
In particular, the " East Prince Gong " was formed from the first wisp of yang energy at the beginning of creation, and his status is special. He is also the Head of Male Immortals personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor.
The East Prince Gong himself knew that the hope was slim.
But he was allowed to roam the Prehistoric World Outer-Heaven Demon.
He would rather die than give up.
Just as the atmosphere became tense...
Strange ripples silently spread across the void above the Zixiao Palace.
A calm, vast voice, seemingly originating from the very source of all things, resounded directly in the heart of the East Prince Gong:
"Can."
It is just a single word, yet it carries an undeniable majesty of the will of Heavenly Dao.
Immediately afterwards, East Prince Gong felt his past karma being gently stripped away and severed by a force.
"By the will of Heavenly Dao, from this day forward, there is no more East Prince Gong, only Dong Hua!"
After Dong Hua finished speaking, he quickly thanked Hongjun.
"Thank you for your protection, Dao Ancestor!"
Hongjun smiled and nodded, then looked at Randeng, "You are also one who has suffered calamity. If you wish to change your name, bring it up now. Heavenly Dao will most likely agree."
After hearing this, Randeng smiled and shook his head, "This disciple still prefers the name Randeng."
Hongjun nodded slightly and stopped trying to persuade him.
"There are many Outer-Heaven Demon in the Prehistoric World now. You two will remain in the Zixiao Palace, where I will guide you until we return to the Prehistoric World one day."
Because his physical body was taken away, and he didn't cultivate for an entire Primordial Era.
Dong Hua and Randeng's cultivation levels are currently only at the Grand Unity Perfection stage.
Upon learning that they had received guidance from Hongjun, the two realized they had turned misfortune into blessing, and said, "Disciples thank the Dao Ancestor!"
While peace reigned in the Zixiao Palace, the Prehistoric World was far from tranquil.
The Netherworld Sea of Blood.
Two figures moved swiftly and agilely above the Blood Sea.
"Damn it, Minghe, you've been chasing me for thousands of years, when will it ever end?!"
Kunpeng looked at the Minghe chasing him from behind, and felt utterly miserable.
If it weren't for his Ancestor Kunpeng's super speed ability, he probably would have been caught up.
" Kunpeng, hand over the Primordial Violet Qi, and I'll spare your life!"
After leaving Zixiao Palace, Minghe plotted to kill someone and seize the purple aura.
He couldn't touch the Three Pure Ones Nuwa, Hong Yun was hiding in the Wuzhuang Temple, and Qing Li was protected by Xuan Qing.
Among those who obtained the Primordial Violet Qi, Kunpeng was the only pushover.
Both Minghe and Kunpeng have now broken through to the mid-stage of Quasi-Saint.
However, when it comes to combat power, Kunpeng knows he is no match for Minghe.
Moreover, Minghe is practically immortal.
The Blood Sea will never dry up, the Minghe will never die.
That's no joke.
Kunpeng was on the verge of tears.
It's understandable that he wasn't born with any special magical treasures.
After finally obtaining a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure from the Demon Court, I now have to risk my life to create Demon Script.
Now that he has obtained the Primordial Violet Qi, he is still being hunted down by the Minghe.
"Go to hell!" Kunpeng cursed.
He was filled with deep regret.
How could I have been so bewitched back then, listening to that brat Qin Yuan's evil advice, and coming here to the Netherworld Sea of Blood to find inspiration for creating Demon Script?
Of all times, bad luck struck.
They ran straight into Minghe.
Minghe directly sealed off the Netherworld Sea of Blood, engaging in a chase with Kunpeng that lasted for thousands of years.
Now, Kunpeng has finally found a chance to escape.
After using the Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure bestowed upon him by Tai Yi to break through the Blood Sea Barrier.
Without looking back, the Kunpeng transformed into a gray afterimage and fled desperately.