Chapter 109

Chaos churned, clouds and auroras drifted faintly.

In the unknown void, the divine light of creation blazed fiercely, illuminating all heavens and myriad worlds.

A celestial divine knife of heavenly radiance loomed across eternity.

The great Dao river surged through the void; a divine being slowly stepped forth from the river of time and space.

Her steps were slow, unhurried.

Countless shadows of the Dao stretched across time and space.

Nuwa stood aloft, her red sleeves fluttering.

A colossal divine form with a human head and serpent body underwent seventy transformations in succession, finally stabilizing and merging with the divine being.

Simultaneously, a majestic figure with a human head and dragon body bathed in cosmic light, stepped out of the river of time and space.

A brilliant radiance pierced all eight directions of space, converging into a radiant silver river.

The “ripples” of this silver river shimmered with an almost illusory quality, like time flowing in quiet stillness.

BOOM~~

The Dao trembled; order flowed in radiant auroras.

Past and present intertwined; this life and the next merged.

The two primordial deities met—yin and yang—their immense powers collided, sparking countless Daoic singularities, profound beyond profundity, wondrous beyond measure.

The tides of chaos surged endlessly; boundless radiance emerged from this point; the ethereal river of time began to flow slowly from where Fuxi and Nuwa stood.

The Supreme Demon Heaven, the Demon King loomed, demons danced wildly.

The Demon Ancestor Luo Hou and the Five Demon Kings did not appear immediately; instead, with supreme power, they lifted the entire Demon Heaven above all heavens and time-space, transcending all worlds.

“The others haven’t arrived yet—we can’t jump in ahead of time.”

The myriad demon kings remained hidden, unseen within the chaos, transcendent above past and present.

The Four Demon Generals stood behind Yuan Shi Tian Mo, their gazes converging on the place of creation.

Guangchengzi was encircled by flying dragons; Yu Ding Zhen Ren held the Azure Cloud Divine Sword; Chi Jing Zi cradled the Thunder Sound Pipa; Wang Chuan gripped the Hun Yuan Umbrella.

When they saw the flow of temporal light passing through the void, all were astonished: “Are they shaping temporal tributaries in advance, forging a new ancient history?”

“The Divine-Demon Cataclysm hasn’t even begun, the world hasn’t been created yet—and they’re already extending temporal tributaries, writing the Dao’s rules?”

“Isn’t this overconfidence? Aren’t they afraid they’ll be smashed to pieces later?”

They gazed at the two majestic figures standing within the chaos, unsure of their intentions.

The methods of creation vary with the Dao and differ among deities—there is no fixed formula.

But some universally accepted procedures exist.

Generally, after the Divine-Demon Cataclysm ends and the world is fully formed, the Creator God begins shaping temporal tributaries, forging ancient histories, and inscribing all rules.

Otherwise, if a battle erupts or the world fails to form, wouldn’t all your prior efforts be wasted?

Yet these two Creator Gods have begun directly from the primordial river of time, generating temporal tributaries and inscribing Daoic rules into chaos—as if utterly unconcerned about being shattered.

Such confidence, the demon generals had never seen before.

It was almost like opening champagne too early.

【Yuan Shi Tian Mo】 sat high upon the Demon Heaven, his vision penetrating all, observing every world and time-space.

Above and below, nothing obscured his sight; within and beyond the six directions, all divine and holy beings, great and small, visible and hidden, were clear and distinct.

Xiang Xuanqing saw one divine being after another across countless time-spaces.

Some familiar, some unfamiliar.

“Luo Hou, your old friend has arrived,” Xiang Xuanqing suddenly spotted two Daoist figures strolling leisurely up from the downstream of a temporal tributary, their forms gradually transcending it.

Hong Jun, Yang Mei.

Both appeared as young men, tall and slender, with handsome features and effortless grace.

“Little Jun, Xiao Luo seems to be watching us!” The young Yang Mei spotted the figure within the Demon Heaven and waved enthusiastically.

The young Hong Jun remained unmoved: “Let him watch. It won’t cost him two pieces of meat.”

“Don’t talk so brashly—you’ll get beaten,” the young Yang Mei chuckled.

The young Hong Jun sneered: “Let him try. We’re two against one—do you think we’re afraid of him?”

Luo Hou glanced at the two with an expressionless face.

Great Luo Sovereigns split their consciousness into countless projections, existing eternally across all time-spaces, indestructible and unbound.

These were clearly not the true bodies of Yang Mei and Hong Jun, but projections from some other time-space, come merely to watch.

The two young Daoists sensed Luo Hou’s gaze but paid it no mind.

Two immortal mountains rose beneath their feet, wreathed in misty clouds that concealed their forms.

These were the two immortal isles—Yuan Qiao and Dai Yu—that Hong Jun and Yang Mei had fished up from the Gui Xu.

The two immortal mountains transcended time-space alongside them.

They made no effort to avoid the vast Demon Heaven; instead, they settled at a moderate distance.

“Two Creator Gods opening heaven—this spectacle won’t be small.”

The young Yang Mei watched intently the two figures shrouded in cosmic light: “Little Jun, you think when the divine and demonic beings appear, will their numbers double?”

“What are you thinking?” The young Hong Jun crossed his arms, eyes half-lidded, chin tilted up, radiating arrogance.

“The Divine-Demon Cataclysm changes according to the world’s rank, not the number of Creator Gods.”

“If one Creator God faces three thousand divine-demonic beings, two would face six thousand? Then there’s no point opening the world—just lie down and let others divide it up.”

“You’re right,” the young Yang Mei nodded, pulling two immortal apricots from his sleeve and offering one to Hong Jun.

They ate and chatted.

Hong Jun glanced at the vast Demon Heaven and nudged his chin: “Give them two each—Xiao Luo’s been staring at us all along. He’s probably hungry.”

“Got it!”

The young Yang Mei raised his hand; two beams of light shot toward the Demon Heaven. Instantly, wind and thunder arose in the void, Daoic radiance surged endlessly.

The Demon Ancestor Luo Hou raised an eyebrow and swept the two beams back.

He sneered.

“So many demon kings—and you’re only giving two?”

The young Yang Mei froze.

Then his lips split into a grin—he burst into laughter. “Fine! Fine! All of them!”

He flung open his sleeves, letting wind and thunder rage freely.

Demon Ancestors, Demon Kings, Demon Lords—all four Demon Generals received their share.

The young Hong Jun glanced at the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou in surprise.

Then he looked at Xiang Xuanqing, who had assumed the form of 【Yuan Shi Tian Mo】.

He felt as if their roles had swapped.

Luo Hou used to be so aloof.

When teased like this, he’d either stay silent and attack, or ignore them entirely.

Why the sudden change today?

Another void.

Auspicious clouds faintly shimmered, myriad phenomena exuded misty energy.

The Supreme Divine Lord (Fuxi’s alias) arrived with a host of divine lords and Qi Lin Kings.

To conceal themselves, they brought a set of secret treasures: twenty-four Qi Lin Seals hovered in the air, severing all detection.

Even if a primordial deity accidentally passed through, time-space would subtly shift—no encounter would occur.

“It’s thanks to my sharp intuition that I sensed the commotion here,” said Yun Lu Shen Jun, beaming. “Their energy is immense—this must be at least a great thousand-world universe!”

“Our Qi Lin clan is blessed!”

“Indeed!” The Qi Lin Kings all stood tall and alert.

Having undergone intensive training under the Supreme Divine Lord (Fuxi), they had mastered every detail of creation and become experts in the art of “free-riding.”

“Creation is a matter of supreme opportunity,” said the Metal Qi Lin King solemnly. “When the time comes, each of you must bring your best—don’t let those troublemaking divine-demonic beings destroy the two Creator Gods’ work.”

He seemed more concerned for the unborn world than Fuxi and Nuwa themselves.

“Don’t worry,”

the Wood Qi Lin King nodded gravely. “We’ve trained for so long—and finally, a great thousand-world universe appears. If we miss this, who knows when the next will come?”

“We can’t let this world be destroyed by the Divine-Demon Cataclysm.”

Countless simulations had been run—waiting for this day.

Whether they could seize this great opportunity, whether the Qi Lin clan’s concept of transforming into heaven and earth could succeed—this was the perfect proving ground.

Whether one can benefit from a great opportunity, whether the Qilin Clan’s concept of transforming into heaven and earth can succeed—right now is the perfect testing ground.

The Water Qi Lin King’s eyes shimmered with boundless vitality: “Our clan’s Dao scripture says: ‘Water benefits all things without contending.’”

“Our actions today embody water’s virtue—benefiting all without contention, perfectly aligned with the Dao!”

“Precisely! Precisely!”

All the deities laughed, praising in unison.

“Creation is about you, about me, and about the two Creator Gods!”

“If it succeeds, our rewards will be endless.”

The Yun Lu Shen Jun, who first detected the creation, concluded: “Unless it reaches an irreversible point, we will not withdraw!”

The Cloud Deer Divine Lord, who first noticed the opening of heaven here, concluded: “Unless it reaches an irreversible point, never withdraw!”

No matter what, today’s opening of heaven, the Qilin Opening Corps will stand by it!

No one can stop them.

Watching the spirited Divine Lords and Qilin Kings, Wuji Divine Lord (Fu Xi) smiled with satisfaction.

“With all you fellow Daoists pooling your wisdom and strength, how could our Qilin Clan fail to flourish?”

BOOM!!!

The roar of the Great Dao resounded.

Immediately, within the boundless void, a great river of the Dao began to form.

Starting as a gentle stream, it slowly flowed, transforming into rivers feeding lakes, churning up ten-thousand-zhang waves, culminating in an unceasing, mighty roar that surged across countless eons and spacetimes!

The vast torrent shifted from void to substance—a silver-white river of spacetime cascading endless waves, like thunderclaps shaking the cosmos.

At the center of the realm being opened, two majestic divine forms stood firm,

Fu Xi holding the compass in his left hand, Nv Wa holding the square in her right.

After shaping the tributaries of spacetime, the two Creator Gods began inscribing the rules of the Great Dao.

The three thousand Great Dao rules were born in their hands.

Boundless chaos tides surged; the Eight Trigrams’ mysteries enveloped spacetime; the divine light of creation surged like an ocean, wild and boundless, illuminating all heavens.

The radiant glory of the Dao flowed and crisscrossed the void, traversing all heavens, sweeping across the ten extremities, reaching every corner of the tributary of spacetime.

“Are they trying to set a trap?”

Xiang Xuanqing vaguely guessed Fu Xi and Nv Wa’s intent.

The origins of the Opening Heaven Demigods are varied.

But one trait they share is that they arise in response to calamity.

Opening heaven always brings calamity.

Likewise, they may also arise in response to the Dao.

Each demigod corresponds to one of the Great Dao paths.

First, inscribe the Dao rules, filling the three thousand paths—then, when the demigods enter, they cannot freely impose their own Dao.

They are highly likely to be confined within the Dao rules created by Fu Xi and Nv Wa.

If they arise from their own Dao, they may act as they please.

If they arise from the Dao of these two Creator Gods, they must be bound and restrained.

But there is benefit and temptation: if they seize the Dao rules written by the two Creator Gods, they seize Fu Xi and Nv Wa’s achievements—and after digesting them, they become their own.

But if they are slain, they will merely become nourishment for the Dao, enriching the newly opened world.

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