Chapter 929: Nine Million Years Old, the Gods’ Preparation
After observing the Hongmeng Realm, Han Jue was teleported to the main dojo and began to observe the heavens and all the worlds.
Although he was preparing to open up Hongmeng, he had no intention of giving up the Way of Heaven.
No matter what, in this life, all his footprints are in Tiandao. He is a nostalgic person, and if he can save Tiandao, he is willing to do it.
Not only his footprints, but all his old friends took the Way of Heaven as their main concern.
Unconsciously, Han Jue has assumed the responsibility of defending the Way of Heaven. In the past, he would have definitely resisted, but now he enjoys it.
This is strength! Han Jue found that when he looked at the beings of the Heavenly Dao, he felt as if he was looking at his own descendants, and he felt an inexplicable intimacy.
This is true not just for humans, but for all Heavenly Dao races.
There are all kinds of beings in the universe, and all the mountains and rivers in the world have their own charm. This is a vitality that cannot be found in other chaotic worlds.
The chaotic universe has only form but no beauty.
The beauty of the universe lies in the vitality of all living things, in the ever-changing sun, moon, mountains and rivers, and in the joy, anger, sorrow and happiness of all living beings.
Han Jue suddenly wanted to travel around the fairyland, or to be more precise, the mortal world. He wanted to be a mortal for a lifetime and experience all kinds of life.
But it’s not possible for now. We have to kill the ancient gods first.
After several hours, he returned to the third dojo and continued his practice.
One million four hundred thousand years had passed since the last breakthrough. According to his estimation, it would take at most another five hundred thousand years to achieve a breakthrough to perfection.
That will be the death of the ancient gods!
Han Jue has begun to look forward to it.
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Deep in the ancient wilderness, there is a vast lake with countless figures floating on the lake. They look like corpses, but their bodies are intact. There are humans, monsters, and demons.
There was thick fog on the lake, like a foggy world, with turbidity in all directions.
At this moment, the ancestor of Tianxu and the ancient gods were suspended above the clouds, overlooking the countless figures on the lake below.
"Gods, the number of Gu Huang's clones has reached millions, and the number of Taoist demons has exceeded 100 billion. When will we take action?" asked the ancestor of Tianxu.
The ancient desolate spirit replied: "It is not enough. We must be absolutely sure. The Heavenly Dao has been able to survive several seemingly impossible disasters because the enemy was not well prepared and could not flatten the Heavenly Dao in one fell swoop."
Ancestor Tianxu frowned.
He hesitated for a moment and said, "The Heavenly Dao is also preparing. Shenwei Tiansheng has extraordinary talent and has been in seclusion recently. I'm afraid..."
The reputation of Shenwei Tiansheng is too loud, and his battle achievements are enough to shock all the powerful in Chaos.
Ancient Desolate Spirit said: "I know how powerful he is, so I want to cultivate Dao Demon. When he reaches the state of Dao Supremacy, his cultivation will become slow. No matter how outstanding his talent is, he will not be able to surpass Dao Supremacy in millions of years."
Patriarch Tianxu thought about it and felt that it made sense.
He turned his head to look at the millions of geniuses on the lake, as if thinking about something.
"The battle of Heaven's Dao is of great importance. Not only are the Dao gods watching, but also those supreme beings. If they win, they will be above Chaos from now on. If they lose, they will be doomed forever."
The ancient desolate god said coldly.
When the ancestor Tianxu thought of the mysterious existence that split the ancient wilderness that day, he couldn't help but feel frightened.
Chaos seems to have entered their eyes, but it also hides many unknown places and unknown existences.
The higher the level of cultivation, the greater the fear of chaos.
Patriarch Tianxu shook his head and looked towards the direction of the Heavenly Dao. An old figure appeared in his mind.
"Where are you now?"
…
Time flies.
No matter how chaotic the situation was, Han Jue in the Taoist temple remained indifferent, as if time and everything in the world had lost their meaning to him.
He opened his eyes three times, which meant three hundred thousand years had passed.
This was the third time. At this moment, three lines of prompts appeared in front of him: [You are now 9 million years old. You have taken another step forward in your life. You have the following choices]
[1. Come out of retreat immediately and open up Hongmeng in the chaos. You can get a Dao fragment, a Creation Spirit Stone, and a Hongmeng fragment]
[Second, keep a low profile and stay away from disputes, you can get a Dao fragment, a Creation Spirit Stone, and a Hongmeng fragment]
There is nothing unexpected about such an option, and it is estimated that the big reward will only come after tens of millions of years.
Han Jue silently chose the second option.
This time, he did not use the Creation Spirit Stone to create the Chaos Demon God, because the Hongmeng Realm could already breed the Chaos Demon God on its own.
Save it first and use it later.
Han Jue continued to practice.
He is not far from a breakthrough.
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From the late stage of the Great Dao to the perfection of the Great Dao, he was completely in seclusion and did not waste a single day.
Han Jue now has only one goal.
Become stronger and conquer the Ancient Wasteland as soon as possible! He hopes to go to the Ancient Wasteland in person before the Ancient Wasteland gods take action.
The other side.
The avenue breaks through the realm.
Han Huang, the Taoist priest in divine robes, and the five great divine punishments gathered here.
During these hundreds of thousands of years, the remaining three divine punishments also achieved the realm of the Great Dao.
After hearing what everyone said, Han Huang was furious and cursed: "What kind of head of gods? I think he is just scared by the ancient gods!"
"If my father hadn't forbidden me to go out, I would really like to flatten the ancient wilderness!"
Han Tuo shook his head and said, "Although you are a great saint, you are still far from defeating the ancient gods."
The Taoist in divine robes nodded and said, "That's right. Not to mention the ancient deity, even the Tianxu Patriarch is an existence that surpasses the Great Dao Saint. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, he easily suppressed the combined forces of dozens of Great Dao Saints with his own strength. And there are also many Dao Demons in the ancient desolate world that are comparable to the Great Dao Saints."
Han Huang frowned, looking unhappy.
Yi Tian cursed and said, "It's okay, there's still time. Gu Huang hasn't made any movement. He's probably afraid of my godfather."
After so many years, Gu Huang never conquered the Heavenly Dao. Instead, he allowed the chaos to calm down. The later generations of creatures were even unaware of this, and the chaos fell into peace again.
The Five Great Divine Punishments have been staying in the Taoist temple of the divine robe and have never returned to report. The Supreme God of Punishment has not transferred them again. Their relationship has been severed, but no new Five Great Divine Punishments have appeared.
A divine punishment named Chi Fa said: "I guess that the gods of the Ancient Wasteland are still creating Dao Demons. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, the number of Dao Demons in the Ancient Wasteland had reached an incalculable number. The gods of the Ancient Wasteland are still creating more because they are afraid of a repeat of the tragic defeat of the ten thousand divine generals back then."
Han Huang frowned and said, "So why did you come to me? I said I was going to tame the ancient wilderness, and you looked down on me. So why did you tell me so much? Do you want me to comfort you?"
Now that they have become familiar with each other, Han Huang will no longer be polite and will just say it out loud when he is unhappy.
He thought he was strong enough.
He is already two million years old, and he practices hard every day without slacking off. Even though he is not as good as his father, he feels that there are few people in the chaos who can be his rivals, he just doesn't have the opportunity to show it.
Yi Tian scolded with a smile: "You are quite aggressive, boy. It seems that you really want to show off your skills?"
Han Huang snorted.
Han Tuo said: "We are looking for you because we want you to tell the disciples of the Hidden Sect, and then tell the saints of the Heavenly Dao to guard against the Three Pure Ones Holy Realm. The Three Pure Ones Holy Realm may become the enemy of the Heavenly Dao."
(End of this chapter)