This Heavenly Dao Is Not That Heavenly Dao

That was Pangu's voice. Qing Xuanzi could never mistake it—it was Pangu's voice.

In the chaos, he had wandered through it with Pangu for countless years. Pangu's voice had been carved into Qing Xuanzi's soul.

There could be no mistake.

Pangu's words made every hair on Qing Xuanzi's body stand on end. What did he mean by, "This Heavenly Dao is not that Heavenly Dao"?

If Qing Xuanzi understood correctly, it meant that the current Heavenly Dao was not the original Heavenly Dao at all.

He had originally guessed that the Heavenly Dao had likely developed consciousness.

But from what Pangu said, it seemed the consciousness of the Heavenly Dao had long since been obliterated.

What occupied this Heavenly Dao was a living being, an unknown living being.

The entire primordial world was currently under this being's control.

All the saints, including Hongjun, had been deceived—thoroughly deceived.

They were foolishly working for this unknown being in order to achieve its purpose.

Qing Xuanzi did not dare think about what that purpose was.

Nor could he think about it, lest he lose the confidence he needed.

Besides, even if he knew, what could he do?

In the end, his strength was insufficient.

Even every living being in the primordial world combined would not be enough to withstand a single move from that being.

At that moment, Qing Xuanzi desired more than ever for his strength to soar by leaps and bounds.

Mixed Origin Great Luo Golden Immortal was no longer what he yearned for.

What he desired was the Mixed Origin Taiji Golden Immortal, the Heavenly Dao Realm, or even the Mixed Origin Limitless Golden Immortal.

Those were what he desired.

But time waited for no one. A mere hundred thousand years was simply impossible!

Perhaps after a hundred thousand years, he might have a chance to protect himself.

But what about the human race?

Could he abandon the human race and flee into the chaos to wander?

He could not get past that hurdle in his heart!

As Qing Xuanzi's mind churned in confusion, he heard Heavenly Dao Hongjun's emotionless voice. "For the next hundred thousand years, the Witch Race and Demon Clan shall not engage in conflict. The Demon Clan shall govern Heaven, and the Witch Race shall govern Earth."

The first great war between the Witch Race and Demon Clan thus came to an end.

It allowed all living beings of the primordial world to witness the formidable might of the Demon Clan's Stars All Over The Heavens Formation.

It also let them learn of the savage ferocity of the Witch Race's Twelve Divine Heavens Formation.

Even more shocking was the peerless combat power of the Pangu True Body, truly the ceiling of combat strength in the primordial world.

From then on, the Witch Race and Demon Clan's reputations soared, and they rose completely to prominence.

They became the two supreme powers of heaven and earth in the primordial world.

Of course, observant people, such as Kunpeng and his ilk,

also saw that the human race could not be bullied, especially Qing Xuanzi's powerful Human Ancestor True Body and the invincible bearing of the Hongmeng Measuring Heaven Ruler.

From then on, the great powers of the primordial world finally no longer dared to overlook the human race's strength.

Qing Xuanzi also entered the great powers' sights, joining the ranks of great powers beneath the saints.

On Mount Sumeru.

Jie Yin and Zhunti exchanged bitter smiles. Their attempt to fish in troubled waters had hooked a giant crocodile.

They had been badly frightened.

"Senior Brother, the Witch Race is too powerful. They cannot be allowed to remain, they cannot," Zhunti said, immediately beginning to scheme.

Jie Yin nodded with deep feeling. "Indeed. There should not be power in the primordial world that surpasses that of saints. But the Witch Race is currently at the height of its power. Let us slowly make plans for the future."

"There is another person we cannot overlook."

"Junior Brother, I know what you mean. But Qing Xuanzi is protected by the Dao Ancestor. What can we do? If we kill him, we will inevitably be targeted by the Dao Ancestor as well. The loss would outweigh the gain."

"Senior Brother, we may not necessarily need to act ourselves. We merely need to guide matters according to advantage. For example, Kunpeng can be used."

"You mean to repeat what happened with Hong Yun? Qing Xuanzi is not like Hong Yun. He is extremely cunning. One careless move and he will turn the scheme back on us."

The loss of the Twelve-Petal Golden Lotus had become a heart demon for Jie Yin, making him especially cautious whenever Qing Xuanzi was involved.

"It matters not. We are saints, acting on Heaven's behalf. We will always find an opportunity." Zhunti seemed forever brimming with confidence.

Who knew whose idea it had been to devise a way for Qing Xuanzi to join the Western Sect? Back then, that person had also been brimming with confidence.

Jie Yin merely sighed and did not answer Zhunti.

Qing Xuanzi did not know that someone was busily plotting against him.

He was currently filled with worry. Damn it, the time given by the Heavenly Dao is also a hundred thousand years.

He absolutely did not believe that was a coincidence.

There had to be some logical reason behind it; he simply did not know it yet.

He recalled Pangu's subsequent instructions. To accomplish them, he would at the very least need Hongjun's help.

Otherwise, forget it.

He could only stare helplessly.

He did not know whether Hongjun could be trusted, whether he had fallen into this trap, or how deeply he had fallen.

After thinking it over from every angle, Qing Xuanzi felt that the breakthrough still lay with Hongjun. He decided to make a trip to the Purple Cloud Palace.

No sooner said than done.

After making some arrangements, Qing Xuanzi's figure flashed, and he appeared within the chaos.

The Purple Cloud Palace was a treasure Hongjun had obtained in the chaos. Its location within the chaos drifted unpredictably.

To find it, one had to gain Hongjun's recognition.

Clearly, under the current circumstances, Hongjun recognized Qing Xuanzi. Otherwise, he would not have accepted him as his Closed-Door Disciple.

Qing Xuanzi sensed for a moment, then followed the feeling deeper into the chaos.

After taking one step, he sensed again, then took another.

He possessed the Five Grand Primordial Arts and did not fear the chaos at all. He could walk through it without any protection.

That was something only saints could accomplish.

Yet Qing Xuanzi had done it.

If others learned of it, countless jaws would surely drop once again.

After taking eighty-one consecutive steps, Qing Xuanzi's eyes brightened. A magnificent palace appeared before him.

Above the palace gates were divine characters that read: Purple Cloud Palace.

Just as he was about to call out, the gates of the Purple Cloud Palace suddenly opened, and two young attendants walked out.

"Master invites Senior Brother Qing Xuanzi inside."

Qing Xuanzi glanced at the attendants. They had red lips, white teeth, delicate skin, and soft, sweet voices.

He silently praised them. What a pair of Heavenly Emperor and Heavenly Empress. They look so adorable as attendants, hahaha.

When he arrived below the cloud platform in the main hall, he immediately spotted a row of seven Prayer Mats below it.

Five were on the left, and two were on the right.

Qing Xuanzi silently sat on the last prayer mat on the left.

There should originally have been four Prayer Mats here, right? Now that I have been born, another has been added. I wonder whether there is still any Hongmeng Purple Qi to obtain.

He did not need it, but others did.

For example, if the human race's future Heavenly Emperor received one from him, would that not make him a saint as well?

As for whether he would become a Heavenly Dao Saint or a Human Dao Saint, that was difficult to say. It would depend on whether Qing Xuanzi had the ability to awaken the Human Dao by then.

While his thoughts were running wild, Hongjun's figure suddenly appeared on the cloud platform.

Qing Xuanzi hurriedly drew back his thoughts and sat upright.

"Master, this disciple has a question. May Master resolve it?"

"What question?"

"May Master be trusted?"

The moment Qing Xuanzi finished speaking, a suffocating pressure came crashing down on him like Mount Tai bearing down from above.

"Heavenly Dao!" Hongjun shouted angrily, blocking the pressure. "Qing Xuanzi is my disciple. No matter what he asks, he is not guilty."