After the three religions were unified.

The powerful figures, including Laozi, shouted, "Welcome to the Heavenly Emperor's ascension to the throne!"

As soon as he finished speaking...

Everyone knelt down, full of respect.

Xu Xinnian was removed from the Investiture of the Gods platform.

As Gu Xuan slowly ascended the chaotic steps to the throne of the Lingxiao Palace, his five disciples, each radiating divine light, followed closely behind.

The eldest disciple, Fang Li, formed hand seals and gave a low shout.

An ancient and simple cauldron.

It suddenly appeared above his head.

The entire cauldron is a mysterious purple color, and it is engraved with countless ancient runes and patterns, exuding an aura of vicissitudes and weight.

The large cauldron slowly rotated in the air.

A purple light emanated from the mouth of the cauldron, resembling a giant vortex.

As the light spread...

The phantoms of three thousand small worlds gradually emerged. Some of these small worlds were mountains and rivers, some were pavilions and towers, some were fairylands shrouded in clouds and mist, and some were continents full of exotic charm...

They floated and drifted in the void, as if they were real.

Upon seeing this, the second disciple, Jiang Qingqing, unflinching a huge scroll without hesitation.

Once unfolded, this scroll resembles a boundless world, depicting various scenes such as mountains, rivers, the sun, moon, and stars.

Every detail is lifelike, as if it were a microcosm of the real world.

After the scroll unfurled in the air.

A primordial aura surged forth like a tidal wave—

This aura contained boundless pressure, giving people an irresistible sense of oppression.

Then, the mountains and rivers in the painting began to surge.

It seemed as if it had come to life.

The entire painting exudes a powerful force that suppresses all the heavens.

The third disciple, Liu Ruyan, gently plucked the strings of the Fuxi Qin in her hand.

This Fuxi Qin has an ancient green color all over its body, and the strings shimmer with a faint light.

As Liu Ruyan plucked the string.

The strings produced a clear and melodious sound, a sound like heavenly music, which made people feel refreshed and relaxed.

However, this beautiful music is not just for people to enjoy.

As the piano music began!

The river of time and space slowly emerged in the void.

This long river, like a silver dragon, meanders and flows through the endless void.

Every drop of water in the long river represents a point in time.

The sound of the piano is like an invisible hand, gently plucking at these points in time.

This causes the scenery in the long river of time to constantly change.

The fourth disciple, Qi Jingchun, also fully demonstrated his Confucian and Taoist cultivation at this moment.

He stood there with his hands behind his back.

His scholar's robe fluttered and rustled even without wind.

Countless golden characters suddenly appeared above his head.

These words, like tadpoles, swam in the air and eventually coalesced into an ancient poem.

With the emergence of the Psalms.

Faintly, the voices of millions of Confucian scholars rang out simultaneously!

They chanted the poem in unison, their voices resounding like a great bell, echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

As the Confucian scholars chanted, these golden characters gradually transformed into giant golden dragons.

They roared to the sky.

Magnificent and awe-inspiring!

Finally, the sixth disciple, Li Qingyun, also demonstrated his strength.

Suddenly, a hundred-foot-tall golden body of martial arts appeared behind him.

This golden figure is like a war god, holding a huge battle axe in his hand. The axe blade gleams with a cold light, as if it can split the heavens and the earth!

Two hours later.

After the grand ceremony for Xu Xinnian's ascension to the throne as Heavenly Emperor concluded, the banquet began.

Gu Xuan undoubtedly became the number one person in the Primordial Immortal Realm.

And its two major factions.

The Wenjiao and the Heavenly Court have become the strongest forces in the Primordial Immortal Realm, with no other force able to rival them.

...

at the same time.

The Medicine Buddha has just returned to the Buddhist realm after tearing through the void.

He immediately realized something was wrong!

The Great Thunderclap Temple had long since turned into a gray, misty hell, and all the Arhats and Bodhisattvas stood frozen like clay sculptures!

Furthermore, their bodies were covered in black markings, and they seemed to be chanting distorted scriptures: "Praise be to the Formless Heavenly Demon..."

"Who dares to..."

The words came to an abrupt halt.

The Medicine Buddha suddenly clutched his head and screamed in agony, a gray rune appearing between his brows.

The man in black robes had already sat on the lotus platform without anyone noticing.

His fingertips were shrouded in wisps of gray mist. "Thirty thousand years have passed, and this seed of Dao has finally sprouted."

"Who are you?"

With his last ounce of strength, the Medicine Buddha asked in a trembling voice.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his once compassionate face was now contorted with pain...

Faced with the questioning of the Medicine Buddha.

The man in black robes didn't reply; he simply waved his hand.

Suddenly, an endless stream of dark power shot straight towards the Medicine Buddha—

The Medicine Buddha wanted to hide.

But that dark power instantly enveloped the Medicine Buddha.

This power, like the tentacles of a demon, tightly bound the soul of the Medicine Buddha, constantly eroding his will.

The Medicine Buddha struggled desperately...

But that force grew stronger and stronger, and his resistance became increasingly futile.

Soon, the consciousness of the Medicine Buddha gradually faded.

Strange images began to appear before his eyes: terrifying demons, burning hell, and endless darkness.

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