Chapter 1 A Tremendous Rumble

Rumble!

A shocking roar resounded through the universe, audible for millions of miles.

The great formations protecting the capital city trembled violently. The Dao Masters and court officials who had set up the formations were shaken as well, as if struck in the face by a giant hammer, their eyes filled with stars.

Everyone stared in horror. A transparent ripple spread out from high above, instantly affecting countless miles.

Within this range, the void spiritual energy and heaven and earth Yuan Qi seethed and surged wherever the transparent ripple passed. In this collision, space, air currents, divine light, and everything tangible and intangible were destroyed without exception.

If the void was usually like a calm sea, it was now like an enraged ocean, frantically surging and stirring up waves of terror, one higher than the other.

Terror!

Endless terror!

At this moment, even the powerhouses like Long Xingyi and Jing Wang, who had attained the Dharma Body, felt their hearts tremble. Even experts from other continents, who were spying on this place from billions of miles away through various means, paled in horror.

Unlike the fleeting battle of the Ying Tian Dao, the terrifying wave that erupted at this moment even surpassed the scope of the Yuanshen and approached the legendary battle of creation.

Just watching was enough to instill a sense of annihilation and fear.

What kind of terrifying collision were the two people bearing the brunt of?

It must be known that in the confrontation of powerhouses above Yuanshen, 99% of the power would only act on each other. The remaining aftershocks were insignificant compared to what the two sides were enduring.

"Hong Xuan Daoist!"

Amidst the violent collision, Nanji's painful and furious roar echoed, "Who are you to be able to break my extreme state?!"

Whoosh!

Amidst the surging nothingness, Nanji, with his disheveled hair and blood-stained body, felt dread in his heart. With just one blow, he could smell the aura of death.

This palm strike had forcefully knocked him out of his extreme state!

Creation, also known as the extreme Dao, was the ultimate realm in the universe below a saint. Apart from those few, even those who were 'near-saints' were essentially only 'Creation Golden Immortals.'

However, throughout the ages, the number of people who could reach this realm was not exactly countless, but there was not anyone he did not know.

This Hong Xuan Daoist could break his extreme state, so he must also be a person of this path. However, no matter how he calculated and recalled, he could not think of such an expert in the world.

Who exactly was he?!

Boom!

The giant palm traversed the nothingness and pressed down, shattering all of Nanji's doubts. The warning signs rising to the peak made him smell an extremely terrifying sense of crisis.

This palm could kill him!

"Roar!"

As soon as the thought arose, Nanji had already extinguished all distractions. With a long roar, he burst out with all his divine power, facing the giant palm that had sealed off all his space for escape:

"Want to kill me? Wishful thinking!"

...

Escape!

Escape!

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Escape!

Sensing the increasingly terrifying pressure far behind him, the crown prince had no distracting thoughts. His strong will persisted, allowing his speed to far exceed usual. In just a few moments, he had already escaped tens of millions of miles.

Even after escaping far away from the Lingquan Dao, he could still feel the threat like a thorn in his back, unable to stop his pace.

"This Daoist, this Daoist..."

The crown prince's heart trembled violently. He certainly did not intend to join forces with that Nanji, but he also did not intend to flee in such a pathetic manner.

However, at the moment when the giant palm crossed the sky, he could not suppress the fear that came from the depths of his soul. The undigested memories pierced his heart like millions of steel needles.

Forcing him to retreat.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a warning sign rose in the crown prince's heart. His rapidly moving body suddenly shook, and with a left turn, he smashed the void. Raising his fingers and palms, the Qiankun Circle had turned into a training practice, hitting a certain part of the void.

Boom!

The crown prince was in great fear. This attack was launched with all his strength. The moment the Qiankun Circle broke through the air, thousands of miles of sky seemed to have been kneaded into a chaotic paste by an invisible big hand.

The terrifying gale tore the void for thousands of miles.

But with one blow, the crown prince's heart suddenly rose with great chill. He suddenly looked back and saw a starry sky appearing after the broken nothingness.

The starry sky was dark and deep, with stars shining together.

On closer inspection, it was not a starry sky at all, but a corner of a huge divine shadow that was indescribably large.

Boom!

The void shook violently, and the divine shadow disappeared.

Turning into a white-haired teenager in white clothes.

The teenager had a handsome face and unparalleled divine appearance. Just sitting there quietly was like a starry sky lying across in front of him, sealing off all his space for escape.

Forcing him to stop.

"Up Qian down Kun, a circle contains all the changes in the world, hehe..."

The white-haired teenager looked calm, like a scholar returning from an outing, casually flicking the buzzing Qiankun Circle between his fingers, "Not bad stuff, where did you get it?"

His tone was gentle, as if talking to himself. When the crown prince heard it, his whole body trembled, as if facing a great enemy.

The memories in his heart that had not yet been digested suddenly boiled, and one of them completely unfolded in his heart.

"You, you...when did you return? I heard you..."

Looking at the white-haired teenager, the crown prince's forehead was sweating, he bowed slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse, "I don't know that the Emperor is here. I rashly bumped into the Emperor. Please forgive me, Emperor..."

The crown prince's heart turned cold.

Since obtaining the so-called memories of his previous life, his mood had not calmed down for even a moment. First, he was threatened by that Nanji, and then he was frightened by the Daoist who looked very much like 'Old Celestial Master.'

One wave was not settled, and another wave rose again. Now, he actually saw this one.

The truly high-ranking figure who holds the power of heaven and earth and has been sitting high in the Nine Heavens since ancient times, the White Emperor!

The Emperor Heaven Divine Court respects Emperor Yan, but his saintly supreme being has always been sitting high outside the Nine Heavens. The ones who truly control the divine court have always been the five great divine emperors: Xuan, Cang, Chi, Jin, and Bai!

According to legend, these five emperors were great gods born at the beginning of heaven and earth. Their divine power was extremely strong, and they had survived thousands of calamities without being destroyed. They were near-saint figures.

Among the divine courts, the White Emperor was ranked last. Before the divine Emperor Yan left, he entrusted everything to Xuan, Cang, Chi, and Jin, but he left out the White Emperor alone.

But this does not mean that the White Emperor's cultivation is slightly inferior to the other four emperors. On the contrary, the White Emperor is the oldest among the gods, surpassing the four emperors, and even Emperor Yan!

According to legend, his first life was before Emperor Yan, the first ancient emperor of the divine court!

Because of his defeat at the hands of Emperor Yan, he cultivated to become an emperor in his second life and ascended to the position of the five great divine emperors. His foundation is suspected to be the crown of the five emperors!

"This Qiankun Circle is a strange treasure that the little god obtained from elsewhere..."

The crown prince's mind was tense, suppressing all distracting thoughts in his heart.

From his memory, he knew that existences like the White Emperor were close to saints, and one thought could be sensed. There was almost nothing in the worlds that could be hidden from them.

As long as they wanted to know.

"Heard?"

The white-haired teenager glanced at the crown prince with a smile, and said lightly, "Are you trying to say, why did this emperor return earlier than you?"

"No, little god dares not."

The crown prince's face turned slightly pale.

The Creation Realm, the Dao rhythm is branded in the void and penetrates the spiritual energy. As long as his Dao has not been destroyed, he is almost immortal. Even if he falls, there will be a day when he returns after experiencing tribulations.

However, this return is also limited by the original body size of the fallen.

With the White Emperor's body size, if he wants to return after experiencing tribulations, he must drain half of the world's 'divine way' spiritual energy. The movement will never be small.

Unless...

"There is no need to guess randomly. Although the Phoenix Emperor's Broken Nirvana Holy Fire is extremely strong, it did not really make this emperor fall, it just made me muddle-headed for a few years..."

The white-haired teenager took a deep look at the crown prince, and then flicked his finger, and the Qiankun Circle flew back, "Everyone has secrets, and this emperor has never been curious. You can say it if you want, and you can do whatever you want if you don't want to!"

Buzz~

The crown prince took the Qiankun Circle, but his heart was startled. That glance seemed to see through him completely.

Thinking in his heart, his face changed a little, but he did not dare to be negligent. Hearing bursts of thunderous sound rolling in, he took a deep breath and said, "Emperor, please help Nanji. He is in danger at this time..."

"Help?"

The white-haired teenager smiled dumbly when he heard this, and his eyes looking at the churning void surged with a dark color: "How can this emperor help the people of the Cang and Jin emperors?"

"This..."

The crown prince's scalp tingled.

The rumors that the emperors were not in harmony, and that Emperor Yan suppressed the White Emperor with the Xuan, Cang, Chi, and Jin emperors, were never a secret among the gods, but it still made his heart sour when it was actually said by the White Emperor.

"You said, right? Lucky little guy!"

The latter sentence made his heart completely cold. The secret that he was not the Eastern Emperor had been hidden from Nanji, but could not be hidden from this old monster...

"Whoosh!"

The crown prince barely exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and without any hesitation, he directly knelt down in front of the white-haired teenager, his voice extremely respectful: "Little God Eastern Emperor, is willing to follow the Emperor's lead!"

"A sensible little guy."

The white-haired teenager chuckled and looked in the direction of the imperial capital, his tone leisurely: "The Phoenix Emperor is one of the three divine beasts of Kaitian, and its power is equal to the saints. In one battle, the gods fell, and only this emperor survived by luck. It is a pity that Xuan, Cang, Chi, and Jin died miserably, and may not have the opportunity to be reborn after experiencing tribulations..."

The crown prince's body trembled, only feeling that the sweat hair all over his body was dripping, and his face was as pale as a ghost. Of course, he understood the meaning of these words, but he had to nod repeatedly: "What the Emperor said is..."

"This emperor wants to rebuild the divine court, but I have to trouble you to go and find the gods who fell in the chaos of the year. I think they won't be unwilling..."

The white-haired teenager raised his hand casually, and the crown prince could not help but get up.

"Little God obeys..."

He lowered his head slightly, but saw the white-haired teenager suddenly raise his eyebrows, as if frowning. Just as a trace of doubt flashed in his heart, he heard a shocking roar coming from a very distant place.

He suddenly looked back.

But he saw that hundreds of millions of miles away, in the boiling and exploding void, a giant palm interwoven with five colors was pressing down to the ground, like a divine mountain standing on the ground, pressing the Taoist who was still unwilling to roar under it.

In the next instant, all phenomena were destroyed, all colors disappeared, and the storm subsided.

High above the sky, Hong Xuan Taoist, who had changed into a Taoist robe, also looked towards here as if he felt something.