noffsinger Chapter 33 Old Coin Hongjun, in seclusion at Penglai
Chapter 33 Old Coin Hongjun, in seclusion at Penglai
Chapter 33 Old Coin Hongjun, in seclusion at Penglai
At this moment, Tianlu was overjoyed, his golden eyes gleaming with greed.
But after the initial euphoria, his bushy brows furrowed slightly, and a deep, thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.
"Wait a minute, how precious are these fragments of the Jade Disc of Creation? They are the supreme treasures created by the Great God Pangu when he created the world. How could they have fallen into such a remote and impoverished place as Penglai Immortal Island so easily?"
Tianlu stroked his chin, and the original primordial trajectory involuntarily surfaced in his mind.
In the original timeline, Dongwanggong was personally appointed as the head of male immortals by Hongjun Daozu, and was bestowed with the top-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Dragon Head Staff. He enjoyed boundless glory and even established the Purple Mansion State as his Daoist temple on Penglai Immortal Island, commanding all immortals.
But the result?
This arrogant leader of male immortals was eventually besieged by the demon army of the Heavenly Court led by Di Jun and Tai Yi, and met a tragic end, dying and almost losing his true spirit.
"Could it be that all of this was Hongjun's scheme from beginning to end?"
Tianlu thought about it more and more and it seemed very possible.
The fragments of the Jade Disc of Creation are supreme treasures containing the laws of the Three Thousand Great Daos, and are also an indispensable key to Hongjun's future merging with the Heavenly Dao.
Given Hongjun's cunning and meticulous nature, how could he possibly allow such a treasure to be lost to the world?
Perhaps Hongjun already knew, through the perception of the Creation Jade Disc, that Penglai Immortal Island contained this fragment.
That's why he deliberately brought the Eastern King Duke here and elevated him to the position of the head of the male immortals, making him the target of everyone's criticism.
Once Dongwanggong is killed by the demon race during the Great Tribulation and completely perishes, Hongjun can then naturally step forward and secretly retrieve the fragment of the Creation Jade Disc.
As for Yang Hui, the Queen Mother of the West, who is also the head of the female immortals, she is probably just an extra, used to lull the world into a false sense of security and make this grand scheme seem more legitimate.
"Such deep scheming, such vicious plotting!"
Tianlu couldn't help but smack his lips, but then he chuckled, his face full of disdain.
"But so what?"
"I am the darling of the Great Dao, the son of the Great Dao! I can even treat the Purple Heaven Divine Lightning that descends from the Heavenly Dao as celebratory fireworks, so why would I be afraid of the schemes of a mere Hongjun?"
Tianlu patted his round belly, and his heart immediately calmed down.
With the invincible status of the Child of the Great Dao, any being who dares to harbor malice towards him will suffer the backlash of the Great Dao. At best, they will suffer from qi deviation and unstable fortune; at worst, they will be directly punished by the Heavenly Dao and reduced to ashes.
If Hongjun dares to come and ask him for the fragments of the Creation Jade Disc, then he's just asking for trouble and has a death wish.
Having figured this out, Tianlu became too lazy to leave Penglai Immortal Island to search for Fangzhang or Yingzhou anymore.
With a wave of his sleeve, he piled up all the mineral materials he had previously plundered, each radiating a different color of light, in front of him.
"Now that this Penglai Immortal Island will be my training ground, I need a decent place to stay. I can't just sleep on the grass every day, can I?"
Tianlu opened its mouth wide and spewed out a mouthful of scorching natal fire, enveloping all the mountain of mineral materials within it.
With his current powerful cultivation at the mid-stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, coupled with the domineering assistance of the Devouring Law, crafting a palace is naturally a piece of cake.
Time flies like an arrow; in the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed.
On this day, as a dazzling beam of light shot into the sky, dispelling the clouds and mist above Penglai Island, a magnificent...
The magnificent palace finally took shape within Tianlu's natal fire.
Although this palace was only crafted later, after Tianlu invested countless top-grade divine materials and inscribed countless profound array patterns at any cost, its grade has reached the level of a top-grade acquired spiritual treasure, making it indestructible.
"go!"
With a flick of its forepaw, Tianlu transformed the enormous palace into a streak of light, which landed steadily in the very center of Penglai Immortal Island.
The painstaking efforts of a century have finally transformed into this magnificent and resplendent temple.
The moment the palace landed, the innate spiritual energy of the entire Penglai Immortal Island seemed to be drawn by something, frantically converging towards the palace, transforming into liquid spiritual liquid, and gathering into a spiritual pool in front of the main hall.
Tianlu looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction. His round body transformed into a golden ray and flew directly into the main hall.
With this nest in his possession, he began his seclusion.
Inside the main hall, Tianlu sat cross-legged on a cloud bed carved from top-grade innate jade marrow. He opened his mouth and spat out a fragment of the Creation Jade Disc, which exuded an ancient and boundless aura, which then floated in front of him.
The power of the divine soul reached out and surged into the fragment of this Pangu treasure like a tide.
In an instant, Tianlu felt a momentary dizziness as he carefully sensed the Great Dao Laws contained within. Although the fragment was small, it was inscribed with several extremely complete Great Dao veins.
Among them, the most dazzling are the four supreme laws of devouring, time, space, and destruction.
Besides that, there are a whole bunch of miscellaneous unorthodox laws, such as the Law of Wind, the Law of Rain, the Law of Metal, and so on.
However, these laws were severely incomplete in the fragments, and their power was pitifully low. Tianlu only glanced at them before filtering them out.
Afterwards, Tianlu began to cultivate in seclusion.
Fragments of the Jade Disc of Creation floated above his head, wisps of the Daoist aura cascading down.
The four great laws of devouring, time, space, and destruction transformed into four illusory rivers, swirling around him and clearly manifesting themselves.
In addition, the twenty-fourth-grade Creation Lotus within his body also vibrated, and streams of extremely rich Creation Dao essence surged out, revealing the supreme mystery of the Creation Dao to Tianlu.
At this moment, Tianlu entered into a deep state of seclusion and cultivation on Penglai Immortal Island.
Meanwhile, on the desolate land.
During the Lich Age, all the renowned innate deities had already emerged.
The three brothers, Taiqing Laozi, Yuqing Yuanshi, and Shangqing Tongtian, from Kunlun Mountain, roamed the primordial world, claiming to be the true descendants of Pangu.
The two three-legged golden crows, Di Jun and Tai Yi, from the Sun Star, were incredibly powerful and their names were known throughout the prehistoric world.
Beneath Mount Buzhou, the Twelve Ancestral Witches were formed from the essence and blood of Pangu, and their physical bodies shook all directions.
The Styx Ancestor of the Netherworld Blood Sea, Zhen Yuanzi of Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain, Kunpeng of the Northern Ocean, and so on.
These naturally gifted deities roamed the primordial land, seeking immortals and friends, discussing the Dao, and seeking opportunities for breakthroughs.
However, as time went by, countless cycles of time passed.
These innate great beings are all stuck at the level of Daluo Golden Immortal. No matter how much they discuss the Dao or how hard they cultivate, they can never glimpse the higher realms above Daluo.
The uncertainty of a dead end loomed over the heart of every innate saint.
Until this day.