The Heavenly Court! Established-

The west.

Mount Sumeru.

"Senior brother, I'm back." Zhunti calmly, bowing respectfully.

On Mount Sumeru, the half-asleep Jieyin opened his eyes, looked at the seemingly calm Zhunti before him, and sighed softly.

"Junior brother, your mind is in turmoil."

Zhunti bowed slightly, his eyes lowered, and remained silent, his expression calm and composed.

As Sage, he himself was well aware of the turmoil within his own heart.

Once upon a time, Zhunti that the biggest problem with this million-year imprisonment was what Ao Changsheng had mentioned before: the loss of face.

That was indeed the case at the very beginning.

The thought of whether someone would see him in such a disheveled state constantly lingered in Zhunti's mind.

But after he reached the so-called agreement with Tongtian, he no longer worried about that unnecessary issue of saving face.

Zhunti only then realized it.

For him, what affected him most was not some trivial matter of losing face, but rather a profound sense of powerlessness.

Despite possessing immense power capable of destroying the world, he was suppressed in that vast, empty world and couldn't even move a finger.

This stark contrast has tormented Zhunti for millions of years.

Even when Tongtian used him as an example to instruct his disciples after he broke free from the seal, he didn't pay much attention to it.

Anyway, quite a few people have seen it, so one more or one less won't make a difference.

Well... at most, I'll find a few more destined people in Tongtian when the opportunity arises in the future.

Seated again on the side of the Jieyin, Zhunti his hands together in front of him and silently recited calming scriptures.

But the more this happened, the harder it was for Zhunti to calm his mind.

He admitted it.

He regretted it.

He regretted that he had attacked Nüwa to steal the Qiankun Cauldron, Innate Supreme Treasure, because he coveted it.

If only they had honestly prepared the gifts and gone to borrow the treasure, or directly asked it to strengthen the Western Spirit Vein.

So where did this million-year-long imprisonment come from?

Millions of years are nothing to Sage.

However, the impact on Zhunti is something that even if he spent a thousand times, ten thousand times more time, he would probably be unable to make up for.

How foolish it is for him to let an external object interfere with his own spiritual practice.

Moreover, what affects Zhunti the most is that he has offended Ao Changsheng, the owner of the Qiankun Cauldron. Their Western Spirit Vein may never have another fortuitous opportunity to return to the innate Innate.

This feeling of self-blame has lingered in Zhunti's heart for years, and will continue to do Zhunti for many more years to come.

Looking at his junior brother beside him, Jieyin sighed inwardly but said nothing.

If these Three Corpses could be severed simply by words or preaching, then the three thousand guests in the Purple Firmament Palace in the Primordial World would probably have severed their Three Corpses long ago.

To eliminate this Three Corpses, one must rely on oneself.

All he could do was try his best to calculate and create an environment that would help Zhunti sever his corpse.

Jieyin closed his eyes again and returned to his half-asleep, half-awake state.

The news of Zhunti his seal and returning to the Primordial World did not cause much of a stir, since only a handful of people knew that Zhunti had been sealed away.

In the Primordial World.

The celestial secrets caused by the Immeasurable Tribulation of the Lich War remained in utter chaos.

Millions of years have passed since the fall of the Lich King, yet there is no sign of the secrets of heaven being restored.

One can't help but suspect that this chaotic celestial order might continue until the end of this era.

This continued until the beginning of a new era.

And millions of years.

In the Primordial World, all races and spirits endured extremely difficult times.

After all, in this era of chaotic celestial secrets, the Great Dao is not manifest, and even those below the Quasi-Sage, including Daluo cultivators, have been severely affected.

It is difficult to engage in seclusion for spiritual practice.

Moreover, apart from the Golden Immortal, Taiyi Golden Immortal, and Daluo Golden Immortal with endless lifespans, there are all the cultivators of the myriad races of the Primordial World below the Golden Immortal level.

Over these millions of years, a gap in the number of cultivators has gradually formed, causing great anxiety and unease among many of the Primordial World.

At this time, the Human Race, the only race in the Primordial World unaffected by this chaotic celestial order, continued to expand and grow stronger.

That became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

It should be noted that, apart from a very few races whose living conditions and survival are vastly different from those of Human Race, this is not the case.

Most of the myriad races of the Primordial World chose their clan's land, even if it wasn't considered Primordial World blessed land.

But it is definitely the most fertile land in that area, and the expanding Human Race will naturally not choose to avoid these treasure lands.

The expansion of the Primordial World Human Race was not achieved by being a nice guy and persuading all the other races in the Primordial World to leave and give up their territory.

Instead, it was genuine killing, plundering, and expansion.

This has already crossed the bottom line of all the Primordial World races.

Originally, because of this chaotic era, they chose to live in seclusion, wanting to quietly wait for the arrival of a new era.

But at this time, the Human Race wanted to seize their territory, which was intolerable.

Even knowing that the Human Race currently has a Sage- level Human Emperor, Fuxi, and that the Human Race is currently strong and well-equipped.

However, among the myriad races of the Primordial World, many races still chose to wage war against the Human Race without hesitation.

The war has begun!

But...

Unable to cultivate and lacking in human strength, how could the Primordial World races of the primordial world possibly be a match for the ever-growing Human Race?

Apart from a very few races with patriarchs at the Quasi-Sage Realm who can hold their own against the Human Race, there are others.

But countless other races of the Primordial World were being driven out by Human Race, and the Human Race's territory was constantly expanding.

Unlike the Witch Race that once ruled the Primordial World land.

Because their reproductive capacity could not fully flourish and occupy the vast Primordial World.

While the Human Race's reproductive capacity may not be extremely high, it is certainly not weak either.

These territories incorporated into the Human Race's territory, with the exception of a very small number of races that were used as livestock and food, and a very small number of those who escaped.

Only Human Race remain!

These incredibly domineering scenes also terrified countless powerful beings in the Primordial World.

Even so, almost no Quasi-Sage powerhouse chose to make a move.

Even those races that initially relied on their Quasi-Sage Ancestors to resist the Human Race eventually chose to retreat and leave as their surrounding territories were occupied by the Human Race.

From beginning to end.

The cultivators below the Quasi-Sage level, such as the Daluo and Taiyi, were alright, but those Quasi-Sage powerhouses didn't dare to harm any Human Race cultivator at all.

The reason for this is certainly that the Primordial World was truly vast and did not lack living space, but ultimately...

This is the power of a Sage who once protected the Human Race!

--Fuxi smiled, indicating that everyone was being very kind, and lowered his hands that had been caressing the Fuxi Qin.--

This is not an isolated incident.

On the vast, Primordial World land, the Human Race was rapidly expanding.

Heavenly Realm.

Over a million years, Haotian and Yaochi have completely brought the entire Thirty-Six Heavens of the Heavenly Realm under their control.

Even if Taiyi were to revive and Dijun were to be reborn, they would absolutely not be able to regain control of the Heavenly Court.

The Heavenly Realm, the Daluo Heaven.

Above the Hall of Numinous Treasure.

Haotian and Yaochi walked step by step toward the throne that represented the highest power in the Heavenly Court.

The numerous immortal cultivators watched and witnessed this scene with solemn expressions.

Haotian's seat was higher, while Yaochi's seat was slightly lower than Haotian's.

The two stopped, turned around, and looked solemnly at the many cultivators in the Heavenly Court below. They raised their hands in a gesture of respect.

"By the grace of Heavenly Dao, I, Haotian (Yaochi), hereby obey the decree of the Dao Ancestor to re-establish the Heavenly Court, becoming the Heavenly Emperor Haotian and the Queen Mother Yaochi, to maintain the cycle of Yin and Yang and the operation of the Heavenly Dao."

"To rule the universe and govern the Primordial World! To Karmic Luck with the Haotian Mirror and the Peach of Immortality Tree!"

"Heavenly Court! Stand up!!"

Boom--

The moment their words fell, endless auspicious clouds spread across the sky, golden light shone down, and the entire Heavenly Realm was illuminated in a sacred light.

An ancient and sacred aura enveloped the entire Primordial World.

Countless living beings raised their heads to look at the sky.

No matter where they were, in their sight, there was a magnificent and majestic palace phantom floating in the clouds.

At the very top of the palace stood a majestic man and a graceful woman. Although their faces were not visible, an aura of authority enveloped the hearts of all living beings.

"Laugh!"

In the void, a golden Dao Fruit broke through the void and suddenly split into two parts as it fell into the Primordial World, merging into the bodies Primordial Spirit of the two people respectively.

The next moment, divine power was like a prison.

An incomparably terrifying aura of majesty pressed down on the entire Primordial World, and at this moment, countless powerful beings in the Primordial World were deeply shocked.

"Holy... Holy Might!"

The Quasi-Sage power caused an uncontrollable tremor in his heart.

Only a few hundred Yuanhui have passed since Fuxi became a saint and his might overwhelmed the Primordial World. Naturally, these powerful beings have not forgotten this familiar scene of overwhelming the Primordial World so quickly.

"No, no, although its aura is strong, it's not holy might. It lacks the approachable aura of Sage; instead, it has an... indescribable strange feeling."

In the Primordial World, a powerful being couldn't help but frown.

Gazing at the two figures in the sky, his eyes were filled with doubt.

As Quasi-Sage, although they are not omniscient, there is little information in the Primordial World that they do not know.

But this aura...

In the Primordial World, even Daluo Immortals and Quasi-Sage couldn't help but move their bodies.

For some reason, they suddenly felt as if they were wearing shackles.

Only...

The feeling was vague and elusive; no matter how they investigated, it seemed to be just an illusion, and they couldn't find any trace of the 'shackles'.

"Heavenly Court! Heavenly Emperor!"

Fire Cloud Cave, Fuxi gazed at the Heavenly Court Heavenly Palace in the sky, at the Heavenly Emperor Haotian and the Queen Mother Yaochi, a solemn expression on his face.

"To transform into Divine Spirit... to suppress the Three Thousand Great Dao of the world, and to directly sever all paths to Dao integration in the Primordial World, is truly a remarkable method!" Fuxi said solemnly.

Perhaps the other Quasi-Sage Daluo Immortals couldn't sense it, but Fuxi could clearly see the shackles covering the Three Thousand Great Dao in the sky.

"From this day forward... the path to Dao is completely severed. Fortunately..." Fuxi's face was solemn, and his voice was low.

"Fortunately, it has nothing to do with me."

Human Emperor Fuxi placed his hands on the Supreme-Grade Innate Spirit Treasure, the Fuxi Qin, and the Great Dao of Melody appeared in the void, playing incomparably beautiful sacred music.

"But... by re-establishing the Heavenly Court and severing the path to Dao, what exactly does Dao Ancestor Hongjun want to do?"

Even after achieving sainthood, Fuxi was still filled with confusion.

In his original prediction, the emergence of the Eight Sages of Heavenly Dao, together with Hongjun, would be enough to suppress the Three Thousand Great Dao of the Primordial World.

To create a true golden age of spiritual cultivation.

But the Heavenly Court that now suppresses the Primordial World... that truly baffles Fuxi.

Only...

As a Human Emperor carefully cultivated by someone.

Fuxi undoubtedly inherited someone's lofty philosophy that if you can't understand a scheme, then don't bother thinking about it.

Whatever the scheme, just wait, and time will reveal all.

And all he needs to do is...

"Secluded cultivation!"