Prehistoric World: I Wreak Havoc on the Three Religions, You Won't Split Up?

Just now, acquiring the Somersault Cloud divine ability gave him an excellent means of escape—a way to flee across the cosmos and evade enemies.

At the same time, the many Innate Spiritual Roots served as materials for alchemy.

If he were to search the Prehistoric World on his own, who knew how many tens of thousands of years it would cost?

A sharp gleam flickered in Xuandan's eyes as he thought to himself.

"It's time."

He immediately fused the 200,000 Years of Cultivation stored in his system space into himself.

Boom!!!

Vast Magic Power transformed into a pillar of cyan light, surging into the sky.

Dense Spiritual Energy rapidly poured into Xuandan's body.

His enhanced comprehension made the Golden Elixir Great Dao far easier to grasp.

The pressure radiating from him abruptly soared.

He broke through to Mysterious Immortal Middle Stage, yet still did not stop.

His momentum rolled and surged outward like floodwaters bursting through a sluice gate.

Only upon reaching Mysterious Immortal Late Stage did it finally cease.

Xuandan slowly halted his cultivation, exhaling a mouthful of turbid qi.

Rising to his feet, a joyful smile spread across his face as he murmured.

"As expected of 200,000 Years of Cultivation—it helped me break through two minor realms in a row."

But he hadn't forgotten his Master's instructions just now.

Xuandan gazed toward the direction of the Eight Sceneries Palace, his brow furrowed as he muttered.

"I wonder what could be important enough to alarm Master and both Uncle Masters."

He pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

"Forget it. It's none of my business anyway."

"Since Master is tied up with important matters, he won't be able to check on my progress."

"Perfect timing—I'll use this chance to refine the Purple Cloud Sword and have a magic treasure ready for battle."

With that, Xuandan returned to his cave dwelling and took out the Low-grade Xiantian Spiritual Treasure, the Purple Cloud Sword.

Breathing out Samadhi True Fire, he quickly began refining the Innate Restrictions within it.

Meanwhile, the Three Pure Ones had already arrived at the Purple Cloud Palace.

Once upon a time, when they first came to the Purple Cloud Palace, the Chaos Turbulent Flow along the way had been a lethal threat, forcing them to stay on high alert.

But now, crossing the Chaos was as easy as turning over a hand.

Times had changed; things were no longer as they once were...

Just as they reached the gates of the Purple Cloud Palace, a familiar voice suddenly rang out from behind.

"Three Senior Brothers, it truly has been a long time."

The Three Pure Ones turned toward the source of the voice.

The newcomer wore a plain palace dress draped in white gauze.

Her long hair was swept high, her brows exuding dignity.

Her deep eyes were like a brilliant starry river, as if they had witnessed much.

A gentle, loving smile graced her refined features.

Laozi cupped his hands in greeting.

"So it's Junior Sister Nuwa. Indeed, we haven't met since the ceremony of your ascension to sainthood."

"Greetings, Junior Sister Nuwa."

Primordial Lord of Heaven and Sect Leader Tongtian also bowed in salute.

As Nuwa drew near, a hint of doubt flickered in her eyes.

"Three Senior Brothers, you've arrived early. Do you know what business has summoned us to the Purple Cloud Palace?"

The Three Pure Ones shook their heads. Laozi, at the forefront, smiled.

"We have only just arrived ourselves."

Sect Leader Tongtian suddenly picked up the thread and grumbled.

"Speaking of which, those Two Saints of the West are really slow."

"Back when we first came to the Purple Cloud Palace to Listen to the Dao, they were late. And now, they're late again."

Primordial Lord of Heaven frowned slightly and was about to rebuke him for his rudeness.

Then a voice fell, laced with laughter.

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, your temper is still as sharp-tongued and quick-witted as ever."

In the chaos, two Daoists appeared.

One was tall and gaunt, his robes plain, his face etched with the bitterness of worldly suffering.

The other was short and stout, potbellied, his face beaming with a smile, as if untouched by the world's hardships.

Tongtian let out a snort of laughter.

"Jieyin, Zhunti, if you had come any later, This Humble Daoist wouldn't have waited for you."

The Two Saints of the West bowed to the Three Pure Ones and Nuwa, exchanging formal greetings.

Zhunti's playful gaze fell on Tongtian, and he sighed mournfully.

"Fellow Daoist, you know well that the West is barren and distant. The journey here..."

"Silence."

Laozi suddenly spoke, a hint of amusement in his brows and eyes.

"This Humble Daoist's ears are nearly calloused from hearing that. Let us go to the Purple Cloud Palace together, discuss the great matter first, and catch up later."

The other saints nodded in agreement.

"Well said."

When the six saints entered the Purple Cloud Palace, they saw an old man in purple robes seated upon a high platform.

Had they not seen him with their own eyes, they would not have sensed his presence at all.

It was as if he had completely merged with heaven, earth, and all things.

The six saints no longer acted as casually as before. They bowed respectfully, saying in unison, "Disciple pays respects to Teacher."

The old man in purple robes was none other than Hongjun, the Dao Ancestor who had spread the Dao across the Prehistoric World and merged his being with the Dao itself.

He slowly opened his eyes, which seemed to encompass all phenomena and harbor the true Dao.

Hongjun's gaze swept over the six saints, and he gave a slight nod.

"I have summoned you to discuss the matter of the great tribulation."

"The tribulation has stalled for a long time, with no progress whatsoever."

"As Heavenly Dao saints, it falls to you to push it forward and bring the tribulation to an end."

The six saints furrowed their brows, sinking into thought.

Hongjun paid no heed to their reactions and continued.

"No matter what methods you use, it would be best to end the tribulation as soon as possible."

"This matter is for you to discuss. This Humble Daoist has other affairs."

With that, Hongjun's figure vanished.

Leaving the six saints alone in the Purple Cloud Palace to deliberate on the tribulation's course.

Laozi pondered for a moment, then spoke first.

"This Humble Daoist and my two junior brothers have no desire to involve ourselves in the Witch-Demon conflict."

"However, we may allow our disciples to use this as a trial, to nudge things along."

Primordial Lord of Heaven thought of his twelve personal disciples and two nominal disciples beneath him. Each was a true immortal of great fortune, with supreme foundations and fortune clinging to them. A smile crept onto his face.

"What Senior Brother says is exactly what This Humble Daoist was thinking."

Sect Leader Tongtian, on the other hand, recalled the chaotic state of the Jie Sect's disciples and suddenly felt a headache coming on.

"Alas... I only hope those wretched disciples, when they go out, don't claim to be disciples of the Jie Sect. How embarrassing."

His expression was calm, but a trace of worry lingered in his brow.

"This Humble Daoist has no objections either."

Nuwa frowned deeply and sighed.

"This Humble Daoist is the most deeply involved in the Witch-Demon tribulation. I can maneuver behind the scenes."

Jieyin remained silent, while Zhunti spoke with a grin.

"The Western Teachings have few disciples; it is difficult for them to enter the tribulation."

"Rest assured, fellow Daoists. When the time comes, my senior brother and I will act personally."

With these words, the saints had effectively reached a conclusion.

The six saints exchanged smiles and nodded in unison.