Even if I die

"No, this old ancestor has to run quickly. If Hongjun turns around and wants to fight me later, it won't be good!"

Shi Chen watched Hongjun cleaning up the battlefield. He didn't bother to collect his Spiritual Treasures and the like, but quickly collected the Merit from the sky and fled.

He wanted to go back and plan again, to plan for some Merit and then Become a Saint.

But before that, could he find a dojo first?

The Three Immortal Islands in the East Sea were good, especially Penglai Immortal Island. Didn't they say there was also the Twelve-Grade World-Purifying White Lotus?

This old ancestor is poor, he only has one Chaos Spiritual Treasure!

The so-called licking the bag with tears in his eyes was Hongjun's current mood.

Old Ancestor Yang Mei didn't have many Spiritual Treasures on hand. The only thing left was the willow whip on his body, which was roughly equivalent to a top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure. However, the space Law was very complete. Old Ancestor Yin Yang had left behind many good things, such as the Taiji Diagram and various Innate Spiritual Treasures.

Among the old ancestors of the Primordial World, except for Shi Chen, everyone else was incredibly rich.

That guy's own accompanying supreme treasure was given to him as a reward by the system.

Old Ancestor Qiankun was not dead, so there was no need to lick this bag. However, there were still many things left by Luohu. He transformed into the supreme Heavenly Demon, and all his Spiritual Treasures naturally remained. The foundation of the Mo Race... Sorry, Hongjun took it all with tears in his eyes.

After all, when he opened the Purple Firmament Palace in the future, these Spiritual Treasures would still be useful.

At this time, none of the cultivators in the distance dared to come and pick up the Spiritual Treasures. Even Zhunti did not run over to say, "This treasure has a connection with me," unless he wanted to compete with Hongjun to see whose connection was stronger.

After clearing the battlefield, Hongjun did not immediately attend to the unconscious Old Ancestor Qiankun.

He came to the ethereal Yang Mei and, seeing Yang Mei's regretful expression, couldn't help but ask:

"Fellow Daoist Yang Mei, why did you stop me from taking the Four Swords of Zhu Xian just now?"

"Alas, Fellow Daoist Hongjun... There's nothing to hide now."

Yang Mei said:

"Hongjun, I knew long ago that you were not a good person. You have been plotting against us all along, haven't you? You want to use us to fight to the death with Luohu, who became powerful after the War of the Three Tribes, so that you can reap the benefits...

It's just that, even though I knew your scheme, I didn't expect that heaven would not protect me. I thought I could force you to surround and attack Luohu while he was still weak, but Luohu was more terrifying than I imagined..."

Although he said so, Yang Mei was still very guilty at the moment because they had known each other for dozens of kalpas, and Hongjun had never shown any signs of plotting against the three of them.

Even if he knew Hongjun was not a good person, he currently had no evidence to prove that it was all Hongjun's conspiracy.

Of course, the lack of evidence did not affect his belief that Hongjun had plotted against him.

After all, in ninety-nine out of a hundred Primordial Worlds, Hongjun was a cunning schemer.

In short, he was convinced that Hongjun must be a cunning old schemer, and the lack of evidence only proved his brilliant scheming!

"Uh..."

Looking at Yang Mei, who was saving face and not admitting his mistake, Hongjun didn't know how to respond.

He thought he had found a good Transmigrator, whose mind was sharp enough, but he lost his mind when he encountered Hongjun.

Therefore, he only had one blessing to give to this Transmigrator:

"I wish Fellow Daoist Yang Mei a pleasant time in the Chaos Void. If you achieve Primordial Unity in the future, you can come to the Purple Heaven Palace in the Chaos for a chat. By the way, I'll tell you, I never plotted against you. Your fate was predetermined, but everything has a glimmer of hope. The Heavenly Dao evolves forty-nine, and one escapes. Fellow Daoist Qiankun is a prime example. If you hadn't stopped us from taking the Four Swords of Zhu Xian, your fate would have had a glimmer of hope. I reminded you long ago, but you just didn't believe me."

After speaking, Hongjun turned and walked towards Old Ancestor Qiankun, ignoring the dissipating Yang Mei.

Yang Mei's phantom remained in place, slowly dissipating.

A hint of regret appeared in his eyes.

If he could do it again, he would never choose that way... Perhaps he should have believed Hongjun, or perhaps he should not have been enemies with Luohu, but instead joined forces with him.

But it was too late to regret it now.

His consciousness had completely returned to the Chaos Void. If he entered the Primordial World again, it would be the time of his death.

Therefore, he could never come to the Primordial World again.

Moreover, he might never know that in the Jade Disk of Creation, there was also a result of Yang Mei and Luohu joining forces.

However, Yang Mei's outcome did not change at all. If it were explained by fate, it would be that a person has countless ways to die, but death in the end is his destiny.

Yang Mei's only way to survive in the Primordial World was to believe Hongjun and his fellow Daoists, which was the glimmer of hope.

Yang Mei did not die, because his spatial abilities were enough for him to protect himself in any situation.

Therefore, he was expelled and could never return.

Although the Heavenly Dao of the Primordial World was formless and intangible, it was extremely domineering. The Heavenly Dao of the Primordial Continent would not allow any existence that did not obey its constraints.

Unless... Hongjun.

After all, this guy was the Great Dao. What could anyone do? Faced with the Great Dao, the Heavenly Dao could only yield.

After the last Dao-Demon Conflict, the Demon Ancestor Luohu was defeated and transformed into the supreme Heavenly Demon, becoming an obstacle for cultivators. Old Ancestor Yin Yang died in battle, Old Ancestor Qiankun was seriously injured, Old Ancestor Shi Chen was unharmed but gained nothing significant, Great Immortal Yang Mei fled to the Chaos Void, and Wangshu transformed into the moon.

This battle had deviated from the original trajectory of fate. The remaining Chaos Demon Gods, excluding Hongjun, had two and a half more.

One was Shi Chen, one was Qiankun, and Wangshu, with only consciousness remaining, was half.

Few people in the Primordial World knew about this matter.

Jade Capital Mountain, Hongjun's dojo.

"Fellow Daoist Hongjun, that Luohu has been dealt with, so why are the Dragon Race and Phoenix Race still like this?"

Nine kalpas had passed, Old Ancestor Qiankun had recovered from his injuries, and the Dragon-Han Tribulation had entered its final stages.

(A kalpa, not a huiyuan.)

Old Ancestor Qiankun was very confused. Wasn't it said that Luohu incited the War of the Three Tribes? Why were the Dragon Race and Phoenix Race still fighting even after Luohu was dead?

The Primordial Continent was filled with the evil Sha energy of the tribulation.

In fact, Hongjun had said before that even without Luohu secretly instigating them, the Innate Three Races would still fight endlessly. Not to mention that Ancestral Dragon was an ambitious Transmigrator. His ambitions were not small.

The Dragon Race was naturally arrogant and looked down on others, not putting other races in their eyes.

Even though they were confined to the Four Seas by Ancestral Dragon's orders, with the tribulation entering its final stages, it would be a miracle if their heads didn't clash. The Dragon Sons and Grandsons certainly didn't have the brains for it.

The Phoenix Race was not to be trifled with either. Coupled with the Qilin race, the two races jointly resisted the Dragon Race. The three races were in a state of mutual checks and balances, and for a time, it was impossible to resolve.