C10 Red Cloud Death Tribulation Heavenly Ancestor Earth Sect

"What a pity, what a pity." Xuan Tian held a gourd in his hand and looked at the first golden light of Xiantian. He frowned as he considered whether he should put the golden light into the gourd; he believed that the combination of these two would not disappoint. Even a quasi-Saint would lose ten thousand years of mana if they were pierced by the golden light without sufficient preparation.

Cang Song was sitting on the roof, gazing at the sun, moon, and stars while meditating on the Great Way of Primal Chaos passed down by the Holy Sky. Suddenly, a golden light descended, and a gourd appeared before his eyes.

Just as he was hesitating about whether he should take it or not, Xuan Tian's words were already transmitted to him, "This is a Xiantian gourd that I found in the prehistoric times. After being refined by me, it contains the first golden light of nature, and unless one holds a Xiantian Supreme Treasure, nothing can block it.

Although Cang Song was astonished, he did not know what kind of person his teacher was. In his eyes, this kind of Soul Treasure was nothing. Immediately, he began to familiarize himself with it.

Just as the refining was about to begin, the sky darkened. Cang Song frowned and raised his head, covering the entire sky. He calculated in his heart and figured out what it was. A streak of light shot straight towards the west.

Daolord Zhenyuan, who had originally been stationed at the Ten Thousand Mountains and had taught them a few basic methods of settling down, sighed again as he prepared to meditate on the Grand Dao.

"This is truly a great tribulation. I can't let myself be at peace."

Just as the red cloud's primordial spirit was about to be destroyed by the Kun Peng's wings, a giant hand suddenly appeared in the sky, directly pushing the Kun Peng Fan's Seven Apertures and Eight Expressions westward.

A loud sound rang out, startling the Daoist man.

"Thank you Fellow Daoist for saving me." Redcloud's Primordial Spirit bowed towards Daolord Zhenyuan, who smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, there is no need to travel too far. Fellow Daoist is someone with great fortune. I merely came here to form a good relationship with you."

He had originally thought that he would be able to become a saint, but he didn't expect that he would be ambushed by a demon clan demon master, the Kun Peng. Not only would he gain a new body, even the primordial violet energy would be lost to him.

Zhenyuan saw that he was silent and knew what he was thinking. He smiled and said, "Fellow, you don't need to guess whether the grandmist purple gas is a blessing or a curse, as for the body, it is not difficult to cultivate it with Fellow's supernatural ability. However, because of Fellow's original body, your new refinement will slow down your cultivation even more.

"Fellow Daoist, you're right. It's just that my gourd …" Red Cloud's face became ugly. The most powerful magic treasure he had was this gourd. What should he do with this gourd after he reincarnated?

"Whatever, if Fellow can trust this humble Taoist, then please leave the gourd here with this humble Taoist for the time being. Take a look …"

Red Cloud immediately handed over the gourd. "Then, I'll have to trouble you, fellow Daoist." With a word, Daolord Solesky closed the distance between the two of them. Daolord Primaltwin nodded, and the red cloud transformed into a streak of light that entered the Six Paths of Samsara.

"This is a rare occasion. The two of you actually confided in each other the first time you met." A golden light appeared in front of Zhen Yuan.

"Teacher Sheng'an." "Redcloud is a man of great fortune and wisdom, but a man of great perseverance. He can do nothing about the number of days he has to spend on his throne, but in the future, the Celestial Realm will respect him."

"Teacher is merciful."

Xuan Tian shook his head. "This is not for me to decide, but for the path of the Great Dao. Before the Saints come out, the Earthly Immortal World needs someone with great divine powers. I only used the power of the Great Dao to make him the Ancestor of the Immortals. This Great Dao is formless. As long as I don't transform into the Great Dao, I can't count for sure."

In the past, he only knew that Xuan Tian's cultivation was extraordinary, perhaps he would be able to compete with Hong Jun. He didn't expect that his teacher was already on the verge of becoming a incarnation of the Great Dao. No wonder he said that even if Xuan Tian was a saint, he only needed to blow his breath to turn him into ashes.

"I'm going to go take a look at the humans."

Daolord Zhenyuan was very surprised. How could a puny human be worthy of his teacher's attention? Could it be that the Heavenly Dao wanted him to be in such a good mood? Even his teacher valued them so highly?

"Zhenyuan, what do you mean an ant?"

In the face of Xuan Tian's words, Daolord Zhenyuan was stunned. He still vaguely remembered Xuan Tian's words: 'If you're not a saint, then you're an ant'.

Xuan Tian saw his smile and said, "The Heavenly Dao wants mankind to prosper, but the Heavenly Dao responds to the dao. Hong Jun said that all the people below the Saint level are ants. But, do the cultivators from the Hong Jun Sect dare to massacre the human race?"

Zhen Yuan was suddenly enlightened. "What teacher said is right. If the Hong Jun Sect dared to kill all the ants in their eyes, they themselves would immediately turn into ants, and not be tolerated by the Great Way."

Xuan Tian no longer said anything. He didn't even take a single step as he headed southwest of the Ten Thousand Life Mountain.

"Grand Immortals have arrived …." A person shouted and soon, the news spread.

Basically, everyone looked at the two respectfully and gratefully. Xuan Tian laughed, "In just a short ten thousand years, there have been over ten thousand people in the group. It seems like it won't be long before we reach the Eternal Life Mountain."

The person in the lead said in astonishment, "But we are disrespectful in some ways. Supreme Celestial only wants us to leave?"

As the ten thousand year period approaches, the prelude to the Lich War begins. After this tribulation is over, the humans will naturally respond to it with great enthusiasm, which is why this humble Daoist has come to say this. The reason why I came here today is because I want to teach you and the other immortals their Tao techniques.

"Supreme Celestial, be merciful. If you dare to ask for the title of exalted Celestial, in the future, we will engrave this kindness in our hearts." Hundreds of millions of human beings kneeled in a circle, looking magnificent.

Zhen Yuan said with a smile, "You don't need to be like this. Teacher will do things according to the great Dao, so you don't have to be so formal."

Xuan Tian praised Zhenyuan's words. With a wave of his sleeve, many things suddenly appeared in the minds of every human. It turned out that some of the chaos paths that Zhenyuan had talked about several times in the past ten thousand years had instantly become much clearer.

"What are your names?"

When the two people in the lead heard Xuan Tian's question, they hurriedly replied, "Heavenly Ancestor." "Earth Sect."

Xuan Tian laughed loudly. "Good. The two of you should have great opportunities in the future. From now on, you should sit down at Zhenyuan and listen to the dao. In the future, there will be people with great divine abilities who will be accepted as disciples."

The two were overjoyed upon hearing this. The people around them were all filled with envy, but no one was jealous of them.

In the Eight Visions Temple outside the 33 Heavens, I was sitting on a prayer mat and was shocked. Red Cloud reincarnated, Kun Peng lost, just who was living in Myriad Life Mountain? Just as he was frowning, a roar of killing came from his state of mind that had been persisting in the lower realms. He shook his head, "The two races of Lich are unavoidable, who can change the situation in the Heavenly Dao?"

The Emperor had the Luo Shu River Diagram, and the Emperor of the East was holding the Grandmist Bell. In this vast wasteland, only the Saints could injure them, and now, he had also lost a small portion of his merits to go against the heavens in order to forge the Witch Slaying Sword. As long as he set up the Grand Celestial Circulation Formation, he would not lose to the Twelfth Ancestral Magus, who was missing a large chunk of soil.

Sheng Tian sat silently on the cloud. Everything was under his eyes. He knew that Nuwa was up to something, so he smiled.

Feeling uneasy, he went straight down to the eighteenth level of hell. Although the powers of the Saints were unpredictable, he had no choice but to be patient and take care of everything for the Witch clan.