Chapter 1 Da Dao Ji

In the first year of Yuanyang, the Violet Sun patrolled the sky, all the suns collapsed and died, and heaven and earth trembled.

From then on, heaven and earth entered the years without saints.

For the next 170,000 years, without the restraints of the saints, heaven and earth flourished to the extreme. In just 170,000 years, it had surpassed the most prosperous era of the gods' creation.

Historically known as the 'Yuanyang Myth Era'.

In the Myth Era, various powerful forces stood in the world, with the Great Zhou Imperial Dynasty and the Taiji Taoist Temple at the peak. The two forces jointly controlled the reins of the heavens, restraining each other and exploring together, composing a song of prosperity.

180,000 years into the Myth Era, the Celestial Masters of the Taiji Taoist Temple seemed to sense something and invited the powerful figures of the world to meet at the Taoist Temple.

Years later, the Taoist Temple was sealed off, and the powerful figures disappeared without a trace, causing an uproar throughout the world.

At first, people inquired, but to no avail. Later, it even led to a mass attack, but the various laws of the Taoist Temple intertwined, and no one in the world could do anything about it.

But at this point, the Myth Era came to an end.

The heroes, freed from their restraints, and after a brief period of silence, boldly divided up the world, independent of the Taiji Taoist Temple and the Great Zhou Imperial Dynasty.

For a time, chaos appeared in the world, and countless ambitious figures who were dissatisfied with the two giants suppressing the world emerged.

The strong contended, the geniuses rose together. Without the heavy stone of the giants weighing down on them, strong figures appeared like clouds, tearing apart the magnificent scroll of the Myth Era.

Historically known as the 'Era of Contention'.

The Era of Contention was far longer than the Myth Era, until a young Taoist priest rose from the desolate frontier, and his pair of twin swords, male and female, swept away the turmoil of the world.

It was already 300,000 years later.

At this point, the Era of Contention ended, and the Dragon-Tiger Era began.

The young Taoist priest lay horizontally on the Dragon-Tiger, overlooking the rise and fall of 800,000 years, eliminating the devastation of the Era of Contention.

Until 800,000 years later, a strange phenomenon appeared in the sky, as if stars were obscuring the sun. On that day, an iron-blooded battle flag broke through the sky and ignited endless flames of war.

The Dragon-Tiger Era ended, and the Chaotic Antiquity Era arrived...

...

Whoosh~~~

The boundless Chaos outside the heavens was vast and limitless, containing countless vast spacetime worlds.

This was a place that all living beings in heaven and earth could not set foot in throughout their lives, even for generations, containing endless mysteries.

Every ripple that arose within it seemed to contain unspeakable mysteries and opportunities.

Rumble!

At a certain moment, a dazzling Dao light exploded in a certain part of the Chaos, and the aftershocks shook the Huangtian Great World, which was separated by endless Chaos, for a moment.

Several figures were thrown in all directions, and wherever they passed, they were stained with blood, only to be swallowed and assimilated by the Chaos after a few moments.

"Ah!"

Tian Huang roared, in extreme pain and in utter disarray.

He had attained the Dao as a celestial dragon, born immortal, and the strength of his body was second only to Fan Sheng among the saints.

But at this time, his enormous dragon body was completely split open from the middle, his dragon scales fell off, and his dragon horns were also cut off.

His injuries were extremely severe.

In the far distance, Da Zizai was in extreme disarray. A pair of divine swords, born from the boundless sea of blood and nurtured for hundreds of millions of kalpas, were also broken.

Although his body was still barely attached, upon closer inspection, one could see a knife mark running from the center of his brow downwards, cutting him open.

Di Yan and Youming Dijun were also in no better shape. While coughing up blood, they did not forget to sever all memories of that saber from their minds.

For countless years in Huangtian, which was but a moment in the Chaos, they had been directly slain by this saber shadow countless times. If they had not been replacing each other, they would have already fallen.

Even so, apart from extremely painful groans, the few of them could not make a single sound for a time.

"Good saber, good saber..."

A hoarse, low-pitched roar, filled with monstrous ferocity, spread out from the center of the collision.

Di Yan barely looked over, and in the sparse starlight, he could no longer see the figure of the Star Tower Master, only a weak will trembling.

The few of them were so heavily injured, yet the Star Tower Master, who bore the brunt of the attack and bore 90% of the damage, was not dead?!

Even in such disarray, immense shock still rose in the hearts of Tian Huang and the others.

They knew their own affairs best. The moment the saber light touched their bodies, they realized that the saber light had a great connection with the Huangtian origin.

As such, for them, this saber itself had no intention of completely exterminating them, but for the Star Tower Master, there was no mercy at all.

Even so, he didn't die?!

"Good, good, very good, very good!"

The Star Tower Master's will trembled, his voice fluctuating, extremely angry and also extremely frightened.

The ferocity of this saber left him unable to remain calm.

It was clearly just a remnant of a divine ability from countless years ago, reflected by that bronze mirror, yet it still possessed such power?

This was simply beyond his imagination.

In fact, the damage caused by this saber was billions of times more severe than what Di Yan and the others saw!

The Universe Three Thousand Killing Dao Diagram was a supreme method of condensing a star map with killing intent and filling it with the myriad Daos of heaven and earth.

With each Dao devoured, the star map would shine brighter, his Dao would become stronger, and similarly, a clone of the same origin, but capable of substituting for death, would be born.

He had attained the Dao for many years, attacked countless great worlds, and absorbed countless Daos, yet when that saber light fell, it almost completely annihilated all of his incarnations!

He could even feel that his main body, far away in the depths of the desolate界海, surrounded by various worlds and blessed by various Daos, had been severely injured!

And after paying such a huge price, and with these few native saints blocking the saber, he had almost failed to retain this incarnation of himself.

"This world must hold a great secret!"

While shocked and frightened, the desire in his heart also burned fiercely: "That defector must also hold a great secret!"

He was very clear that the saber shadow was just a saber shadow, not a real divine ability. Otherwise, he would not have been able to escape unscathed.

If this world had such a saber shadow, wouldn't that mean that countless years ago, there had been peerless giants fighting in this world?

Or perhaps, this great world was born from the saber shadow, or in the hands of the person behind the saber shadow?

It was precisely because of this doubt that he was willing to pay the price of having his main body slashed by a saber, just to leave behind the aura of this body.

The price was certainly huge, but if he could truly gain something, the value would be far more precious than any great world.

If he had this saber shadow in hand, he reckoned that with his strength, not to mention unifying the desolate wastes, even that legendary 'Immortal Astral Great World' would be a place he could freely enter and exit, right?

"Your Excellency seems to be severely injured?"

Da Zizai raised one hand and simply tore off the other half of his body, leaving only one hand, one foot, and one eye.

"You all are not severely injured, but without the protection of the great world, how long can you survive in the Chaos?"

The Star Tower Master sneered, also somewhat suspicious. This Da Zizai demon lord seemed to be a bit off.

One must know that at this time, Di Yan, Tian Huang, and the others could not even utter a single word, yet this demon lord's injuries were only severe and not light, but it didn't seem to have much of an impact on him.

Could it be that he also had secrets hidden on his body?

"Could it be that fellow Daoist has a way?"

Da Zizai's eyes flickered.

The Chaos was not a place that ordinary people could set foot in. Heavily injured and with his realm about to fall, even if he possessed great fortune, he would not be able to stay for long at all.

And this was also why they didn't believe that Fan Sheng would defect. Even if he had a strange treasure and was at his peak, once his realm fell, in this vast and boundless sea of Chaos, he would have almost no chance of survival!

"Not in a hurry, not in a hurry. It's not too late to talk about it after the others recover..."

In the sparse starlight, the Star Tower Master's figure was blurry like smoke, with a forced smile:

"What does fellow Daoist think?"

Da Zizai frowned slightly, then smiled as well: "Fellow Daoist is right."

...

Illusory, empty, bizarre, and eccentric.

"Mountains and rivers will meet, if we meet again in the future, I will owe you nothing!"

Miesheng stood with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance. Huangtian was already far out of sight. He sighed softly, then broke through the membrane of this world without any nostalgia.

Buzz!

Just as he stepped out of the world, his heart suddenly stirred. He suddenly looked up and felt a vague yet tyrannical and strangely abnormal will descending upon this nothingness.

"Hmm?"

Miesheng stopped, not panicking despite his surprise, and merely looked calmly at the place where the will was descending: "Who are you?"

"The Chaos is boundless, spacetime is endless, and in this endless and infinite sea of Chaos, like the world behind you, there are endless others..."

A ruthless and indifferent voice echoed in Miesheng's heart: "I come from the 'Myriad Worlds Tower'! Wandering novice in the Chaos, I invite you to join the 'Myriad Worlds Tower'!"

Myriad Worlds Tower!

His mind buzzed, and as the huge sound echoed, streams of information poured in like a heavenly river, stirring up great ripples.

The Myriad Worlds Tower was an ancient power rooted in the endless sea of Chaos, transcending all worlds. Its age was so ancient that it could no longer be investigated.

Its power was extremely vast, and the minimum threshold for joining it was to be a strong individual who had independently transcended a great world.

Within it were endless treasures, countless Dao repositories, and even hidden mysteries of the birth of the heavens.

"Myriad Worlds Tower, Myriad Worlds Tower..."

In the nothingness, Miesheng slowly raised his head, the corners of his mouth rising, revealing a cold smile: "Of course, I have no reason to refuse."

"Wandering novice in the Chaos, you will not regret today's choice! Joining the 'Myriad Worlds Tower' is sure to be the wisest choice you have ever made!"

The tyrannical and mysterious will had a hint of fluctuation, and visibly, a pale bone-like token materialized from illusion and fell in front of Miesheng:

"White, Red, Azure, Gold, Purple! The Myriad Worlds Tower's Five-Colored Tokens, with your strength, you can obtain the 'White Bone' World Token!"

"Five-Colored Tokens, White Bone World Token?"

Miesheng raised an eyebrow, the waves in the depths of his eyes rising and falling even more: "Myriad Worlds Tower Master, how many purple tokens are there? And how many gold ones are there?"

"Cannot be disclosed!"

The will paused for a moment, gradually fading away, disappearing from the limit of Miesheng's perception in a few moments:

"Leave your name on the White Bone World Token, imprint your Dao, and you can contact the Myriad Worlds Tower!"

"Myriad Worlds Tower... is there such a power in the sea of Chaos?"

Miesheng pondered, talking to himself. After a long time, he looked at the empty token in his hand, as white as bone.

With a flick of his finger, he left a branch-like mark on it. He was proficient in the Six Daos of Huangtian and the Qi Dao. Leaving one behind would have no impact on him.

As for a name...

"Since you go by the alias Yuanyang... then I might as well call myself..."

Miesheng hesitated for a moment, then drew a stroke with his finger:

Hong,

Jun!