Lin Daiyu's voice carried a chill.

Xue Baochai also scoffed, saying, "How could the younger generation, the powerful of this world, possibly be of any regard?"

Cao Ya shook his head and said, "Mortals descend to the mortal realm to continue their bloodline in pursuit of a different kind of bloodline immortality. However, in the Three Realms, those with great supernatural powers are already immortal and indestructible. So-called lineage is actually not important. If the ancestor of a clan is a little vicious, even the entire clan may become a sacrifice."

Among the myriad spirits, there is no shortage of such ancestors whose hands are stained with blood—the blood of their own people!

Cao Ya didn't care about other races, but he had killed quite a few within the human race!

After all, although the demonic path was suppressed by the Xuanmen, it was still quite prosperous and widely spread. Its various secret techniques were famous in the four continents and had produced a number of great figures, which were the envy of others.

Certain blood sacrifice techniques often have even more extraordinary effects when performed on members of the same clan!

"However, under pressure from outsiders, they made all sorts of concessions... No wonder those three families have been in decline ever since the Dragon-Han Calamity, and have never prospered again," Cao Ya said indifferently.

The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin races were once the overlords of the primordial world. Even though they suffered heavy losses and fell from their pedestals during a great calamity, their ancestors in the Saint Realm did not perish, and some powerful beings survived. Logically speaking, the three races should still be the overlords, only they have lost the supreme majesty of the Dragon-Han First Calamity.

But the truth is that, to a certain extent, the dragon and phoenix races have become the recipes of powerful beings.

Dragon liver and phoenix gall have been tasted by many powerful immortals.

Although the Qilin clan is known as auspicious beasts, its overall influence is actually smaller than that of the Dragon and Phoenix clans!

Or perhaps it should be said that those three races were terrified by the cruelty of the Great Calamity?

Compared to the later Wu Clan, Yao Clan, Chan Sect, and Jie Sect, the courage of these three clans was indeed far inferior.

"Sister Feng and Yun'er, it's a good thing that you've left the Phoenix Clan and the Qilin Clan," Xue Baochai said softly. If they stayed in the caves where the two clans lived, they might be sacrificed by their superiors for their own benefit without even realizing it.

"Now, they can forget about ever interfering in the Red Chamber!" Lin Daiyu said coldly.

"Hehe, they wouldn't dare," Sun Wukong laughed. With his and Jidu Xingjun's protection, how could those two races dare to provoke them?

Furthermore, the power of the Red Mansion Grotto is also very strong, and neither of the two races can easily defeat it.

"Those three races can't possibly unite. Even if they each send out their own forces, they can't defeat our lineup," Cao Ya said with a smile. The seven-person group is quite formidable, consisting of a Saint, a Weak Saint, and a Peak Quasi-Saint.

The ancestors of the three clans, in a one-on-one fight with Sun Wukong, would probably be inferior to him.

In battles between those at the weak saint level, no one could rival Cao Ya.

The remaining peak quasi-saints are even less capable of matching Daiyu and Baochai, as well as Wu Song, Lu Zhishen, and Tang Sanzang.

It should be noted that these five people are all at the limit of the Ninth Heaven, touching the edge of a weak saint!

Moreover, it is no easy task for all forces to gather five peak Quasi-Saints.

Of course, sects like the Demonic Path, the Mystic Sect, and the Heavenly Court are another matter entirely.

In reality, many sacred sites do not necessarily have a peak quasi-saint!

"The Ancestral Dragon, the Ancestral Phoenix, the Ancestral Qilin... these three sages have finally appeared," Tang Sanzang said, gazing into the distance.

Those three sages, from ancient times, were all wounded and on the verge of death. They spent millions of years recuperating before showing signs of recovery.

"Roar!!" The divine dragon soared into the sky, its body stretching out, manipulating the wind and clouds, its dragon might shaking the eight wastelands.

"Old mudfish, still as arrogant as ever." A lithe Qilin stepped into the void, expressing its displeasure at the actions of the Ancestral Dragon.

"Zu Qilin, the ancestor's son and grandson, is still thriving, unlike you, who only have a few big cats and little cats left," Zu Long mocked.

"Why have so many? To be used as food for others!" Zu Qilin retorted.

"You..." Zu Long was furious. If it weren't for the inappropriate time and place, he would have really fought with Zu Qilin.

Suddenly, the Ancestral Dragon's divine sense swept over Cao Ya and the other seven, and he remembered something, coldly sneering:

"Your descendants aren't much better off; they've become pawns in someone else's game."

"And you, the Qilin clan, didn't dare utter a single word!"

Zu Qilin's face darkened, and he retorted, "It's still less than the number of dragon descendants who get eaten!"

Zulong was furious, but he, Zuqilin, and Zufeng were evenly matched. If he made a move now, it would only make others laugh. Therefore, Zulong forcibly suppressed his anger and led several true dragons to the Land of Creation.

He must be there to gain great fortune and reverse the dragon race's embarrassing situation!

At the very least, the injury needs to be fully healed!

"Whoosh!!" The Ancestral Phoenix, shrouded in flames, did not participate in the confrontation between the Ancestral Dragon and the Ancestral Qilin. Instead, it led the Phoenix and disappeared into the top of the sky.

What's the point of this verbal sparring?

The three races have long been a laughing stock in the prehistoric world; they have done nothing to strengthen their own races.

"Hmph." Zu Qilin snorted coldly and led his men away.

“A pointless argument,” Lu Zhishen said. “Born divine beasts often lack the tempering of their Dao heart.”

"Forget about them, let's go," Sun Wukong said, urging his somersault cloud to carry the seven people, tearing through space and heading straight for the Land of Creation.

That land where heaven and earth were created was located in the desolate edge of the universe, and the surrounding area of ​​hundreds of billions of light-years was completely silent.

The land of creation is actually a strange world, spanning billions of light-years!

Such a diameter is boundless; even the celestial realm, the realm of immortals, and the underworld are not as large.

"Hiss." Outside the land of creation, colorful spatial turbulence surged and dazzled the eyes.

"Boom..." Various divine essences of the Great Dao remain here, some visible and some hidden, posing a great threat.

After all, the related magical chants were either created by the great god Pangu or by some demon god.

Peak Quasi-Saints and weak Saints must be extremely careful, for the slightest carelessness could lead to their annihilation!

Even the true Primordial Ones dare not slacken their efforts, otherwise, they might incite the evil forces of the land of creation, and even saints would suffer calamity!

"Buzz." When the somersault cloud carrying the seven people arrived at the land of creation, there were already various powerful auras rising and falling.

"call out!"

Cao Ya also saw that the Old Mother of Lishan, the Heavenly Venerable Taiyi, and the others had all disappeared into that strange world.

"Hmm, Ji Dian and Chen Xiang have actually formed an alliance?" Cao Ya was taken aback.

A monk in tattered robes, waving a fan, arrived together with a spirited young man; they were none other than Ji Gong and Chen Xiang.

As for Xiaoyu not coming... Xiaoyu is only a high-level quasi-saint, which does not meet the requirements, so she definitely couldn't come!

"Amitabha Buddha, Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Lord Ketu, Master Xuanzang, Wu Xingzhe, Zen Master Lu Da, Miss Lin, Miss Bao, this humble monk and young friend Liu will take our leave first."

Ji Gong also spotted the group of seven, and from a distance, he clasped his hands in a fist salute and smiled as he spoke.

Chenxiang also cupped his hands in greeting, and together with Jigong, they sailed into the strange world.

"Two peak Quasi-Saints, without any Saints or weak Saints accompanying them... they are quite bold!" Lu Zhishen said.

"It seems that the relationship between the Holy Monk Jigong and Mount Ling has become somewhat strained," Xue Baochai pondered.

Otherwise, normally speaking, Ji Gong should have joined the Ling Mountain camp led by the Buddha!

He is the reincarnation of Arhat Jianglong, who is the head of the eighteen Arhats of Mount Ling!

But why wasn't Chenxiang with Yang Jian or the Jade Emperor...?

This family has worse relationships than even outsiders!

"This land created by the heavens and earth is truly magnificent!" Wu Song exclaimed in admiration.

That vast, primordial land, spanning billions of light-years, was filled with turbulent currents as far as the eye could see!

"Let's go!" Sun Wukong touched his ear, took out his Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel), and became serious.

He could sense the mystery of this strange world, which contained both boundless treasures and endless dangers!

"Whoosh." In Cao Ya's hand, the Xuanyuan Sword, a first-class spiritual treasure, also appeared. Inscribed with the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, flowers, birds, insects, and fish, it spread out with its own unique rhythm.

"Swish, swish." Lin Daiyu took out the Hetu (River Map), while Xue Baochai used the Luoshu (Luo River Book).

At this moment, not only were the two women's auras faintly connected, but even the first-class spiritual treasures in their hands were in the same state.

"Whoosh." The Earth Emperor Shennong Furnace, in Wu Song's hand, floated in the air, burning with divine fire, but did not burst forth, so as not to provoke a passive counterattack from the strange world.

Lu Zhishen was holding a Fuxi array plate, its Bagua diagrams appearing and disappearing intermittently.

Tang Sanzang wore a brocade cassock and carried a nine-ringed staff, both of which were second-class spiritual treasures. They were given to Guanyin by the Buddha at the beginning of the Journey to the West, and were entrusted to the pilgrims for protection.

These two treasures, made by the Buddha himself, are extraordinary; they are of the second rank of Lingbao, which is a guaranteed minimum.

At this moment, the group of seven all used their treasures and were on high alert.

"Swoosh." Then, Sun Wukong put away his somersault cloud, took the lead, and with his Ruyi Jingu Bang shining brightly, swept away the complex Daoist aura in front of him.

"Be careful, the divine essence here might be a remnant of a holy demon god!" Sun Wukong warned.

“Three thousand demon gods… In the vast chaos, such innate deities were born. Each one of them is incredibly powerful and has the potential to become a saint!” Cao Ya exclaimed.

Of course, having this qualification does not guarantee that one will become a saint.

Before the creation of the world, among the three thousand demon gods, a number of experts had become saints. Unfortunately, not many survived, including only a few such as Dao Ancestor Hongjun, Demon Ancestor Luohou, Chaos Divine Tree, and Yangmei Great God.

Of course, even more weak saints and quasi-saint level demon gods died!

Many of those still existing in the primordial world are surviving true spirits who were reincarnated and given a new identity as immortals, starting anew and cultivating the path of immortality. Examples include Daoist Taixu and Daoist Chixia.

"Perhaps, in the countless years since the birth of the universe, in the depths of that primordial chaos, a new demon god has been conceived and is being born!" Tang Sanzang said slowly.

"Who cares! Let's explore the land of creation first!" Sun Wukong said nonchalantly.

The golden cudgel swept across, blasting aside the remnants of the holy realm's technique and clearing a path.

These Daoist principles arise and vanish as they come, with no definitive conclusion; even sages cannot completely erase them.

"It's probably only by reaching the level of the great god Pangu that one could completely clear away the land created by creation!" Xue Baochai exclaimed.

She gazed hundreds of millions of miles away, where a dazzling red light flickered, yet it gave off a chilling feeling.

“That’s not a relic of a demon god!” Sun Wukong glanced at it and said, “That’s the divine power of the Demon Ancestor Rahu!”

“The Demon Ancestor? Didn’t he survive? Ah, that’s right…” Xue Baochai said, suddenly realizing.

During the creation of the world, 2,999 demon gods blocked the way, including the Demon Ancestor!

There were also Dao Ancestors and the Great God Yangmei!

Therefore, it is not surprising that the supernatural powers and spells of these great figures remain in this land of creation.

"Hmm, there's another possibility that they came here: to investigate the magic and Daoist principles of the enemy demon god in order to find a loophole," Wu Song pondered.

“However, after countless eons, how could the great divine powers of that time not have improved?” Lu Zhishen shook his head and said.

"But at least we can get a glimpse into the enemy's true nature, right?" Cao Ya laughed.

Because they were still on the outskirts of the land of creation, although they were solemn, the pressure was not too great.

Although many traces of the great masters' supernatural powers have been discovered, the distances between them are actually quite large, enough for cultivators to pass through.

One light-year is nearly ten trillion kilometers, while the area of ​​the Creation Earth is several billion light-years across...

It's no exaggeration to say that even the smallest crack could hold seven or eight hundred Earthly Immortal Realms!

"Whoosh." The seven teleported, and only flew when they were not far from the divine essence of the Great Dao.

Otherwise, if we keep flying... when will we ever truly penetrate the Land of Creation?!

Furthermore, as the seven people ventured deeper, the spatial mastery of the five peak quasi-saints could no longer support their actions.

After all, its fundamental Dao is not the Dao of Void, but rather, by reaching such a profound level of overall cultivation, it has gained a grasp of space through analogy.

At this moment, the only ones unaffected are Sun Wukong in the Saint Realm and Cao Ya in the Weak Hunyuan Realm.

Although Sun Wukong does not possess the Dao of Void, his Dao of Battle is unparalleled, and his Primordial Chaos is indestructible. This place cannot restrain him!

Within Cao Ya's extraordinary system, there are several spatial aspects, such as Cao Ya's insights into the universes of [Stellar Transformation], [Snow Eagle Lord], and [Peerless Sovereign].

Moreover, his own "Cosmic Elixir Scripture" can transform into a black hole, thus naturally distorting time and space. How could such a powerful being be completely ignorant of the Dao of Void?

With a wave of his hand, Cao Ya unleashed his magic, which spread through the void and enveloped the five people, teleporting them instantly.

In the course of this process, the seven soon arrived at an open area.

"That is..."

Suddenly, the seven people stopped their teleportation and stared into the distance, their expressions filled with shock.

Ahead, a colossal divine tree supported the heavens and the earth, its roots stretching out as if piercing every corner of the universe.

"The Chaos Divine Tree!!!" Cao Ya was shocked. This was a supreme saint who was no less powerful than the Dao Ancestor and the Demon Ancestor!

"No, that's not right, that's not the Chaos Divine Tree!" Cao Ya stared intently, examining it carefully, and was shocked to discover that it was actually a phantom image of the Chaos Divine Tree's remaining magic.

It was so terrifying, so real, that it was almost impossible to tell the difference.

"The Chaos Divine Tree, according to legend, has never entered the primordial universe," Lin Daiyu murmured.

"Unexpectedly, its true form did not enter, but its imprint remains forever in the universe." Xue Baochai was both amused and exasperated.

"That great one is the number one spiritual root in the entire history of Hongmeng!" Wu Song exclaimed, looking around.

"The ginseng fruit tree and the peach mother tree are far inferior," Tang Sanzang sighed.

During their journey to the West, the ginseng fruit tree was knocked down, and the group of master and disciples were forcibly detained at Wuzhuang Temple. It wasn't until Wukong invited Guanyin Bodhisattva, who used the sweet dew of willow branches to revive the ginseng fruit tree, that they were able to overcome this ordeal.

"I wonder if this divine tree has borne fruit?" Lu Zhishen asked thoughtfully.

Everyone, including Sun Wukong, couldn't help but turn their heads to look.

You, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, I never would have guessed you had a taste for this kind of food...

"Haha, just kidding!" Lu Zhishen laughed heartily and said, "Even if it really bears fruit, unless the Divine Tree Immortal personally delivers it, who can eat it?"

"Indeed, even the Dao Ancestor and the Demon Ancestor could not forcibly pluck the fruit of Brother Divine Tree!"

"Throughout history, only the Great God Pangu has ever tasted it!"

Suddenly, a faint voice echoed in the ears of the seven people.