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Chapter 580 Donghuang Tai 1? How could he still be alive?
But as long as a sage does not appear...
A hint of domineering arrogance flashed in Chen Changsheng's eyes.
He looked at Yao Ji and Yang Chan, and said, word by word:
"Don't worry, I'm not someone they can easily suppress now."
"As long as those two sages don't personally intervene, there is no place in this vast Three Realms that I, Chen Changsheng, cannot go, and no one that I cannot rescue!"
"As long as a sage does not appear, I am invincible!"
These words were powerful and resounding, displaying unparalleled dominance!
Yao Ji and Yang Chan were both stunned by Chen Changsheng's aura of self-assurance.
Looking at the man before them, at his confident and determined eyes, their worries and helplessness were unconsciously replaced by a strong sense of hope.
Yes.
Their husbands and sons-in-law are no longer the ordinary people they once were.
He just defeated the Sage and Vice Master in the Lingxiao Palace, right in front of all the immortals and gods of the Three Realms.
He has the ability and the confidence to say such a thing!
"Longevity..." Yang Chan's tears flowed again, but this time, they were tears of excitement and hope.
Chen Changsheng wiped away her tears and said softly, "Wait for me. Wait for me to bring my elder brother back. Then our family will truly be reunited. At that time, I will give you a wedding that will be the envy of all the fairies in the Three Realms."
"Yes!" Yang Chan nodded emphatically.
The family finally saw the light at the end of the tunnel.
However, at that moment...
Rumble!
A deafening roar, without warning, came from beyond the sky.
Immediately afterwards, the entire Princess's residence, and even the entire Heavenly Realm, began to shake violently, as if a terrifying earthquake had occurred.
The teacup on the table was shaken off and shattered on the floor.
Chen Changsheng's expression changed, and he instantly shielded Yang Chan and Yao Ji behind him, his eyes warily fixed on the outside of the hall.
"What's going on?"
The shock came too suddenly and was too violent.
Not only the Heavenly Court, but in that instant, the entire primordial world, from beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens to the depths of the Nine Netherworld, felt this violent shaking.
"What happened?"
Chen Changsheng frowned and immediately released his vast divine sense, at the level of a Primordial Golden Immortal, enveloping the entire Heavenly Court.
He discovered that the source of the tremors did not seem to be in the Heavenly Court, but rather came from a more distant and ancient depth of time and space.
At the same time, throughout the primordial world, countless powerful beings who had been in seclusion were awakened by this tremor.
Inside the Wuzhuang Temple.
Zhen Yuanzi suddenly opened his eyes. The ginseng fruit tree beneath him moved swiftly without wind, rustling as if conveying some kind of unease.
"Such a tremor, affecting the entire primordial origin, is by no means ordinary."
Zhen Yuanzi tried to calculate with his fingers, but found that the secrets of heaven were in complete chaos and he could not calculate anything.
Deep in the Northern Sea, within the Demon Master's Palace.
The Taoist priest, in the form of the Kunpeng Ancestor, had an uncertain expression. As he felt the tremor, a hint of surprise and doubt appeared in his eyes.
Above the sea of blood.
The Styx Ancestor stopped refining the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords. He raised his head, looked out at the sky, and a solemn look flashed in his blood-red pupils.
Inside the Fire Cloud Cave.
The three human emperors, Fuxi, Shennong, and Xuanyuan, opened their eyes at the same time, exchanged glances, and all saw shock in each other's eyes.
"This power... feels so familiar..." The Hetu and Luoshu in Fuxi's hand appeared on their own, with the trigrams on them flashing wildly, yet without any discernible pattern.
Just when the entire prehistoric world was plunged into a state of shock and chaos.
An indescribable aura of terror, like an ancient behemoth awakening, suddenly erupted from the source of the tremor!
This aura was domineering, majestic, and scorching, as if it would burn all the heavens and myriad worlds to ashes.
The imperial majesty it contained instilled fear and submission in countless beings from the depths of their souls.
Inside the Princess's residence, Chen Changsheng's expression changed drastically.
The moment this aura appeared, the fragment of the Eastern Emperor Bell in his Purple Mansion Sea of Consciousness, which had been quiet all along, began to tremble wildly!
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The invisible chimes resounded deep within his soul, as if responding to some ancient call.
A feeling of blood connection and shared origins was transmitted to his heart through the fragments of the Eastern Emperor Bell.
A thought that he found absurd and shocking flashed through Chen Changsheng's mind.
"This aura... could it be...?"
The Lingxiao Palace.
Haotian, who had just seen off the immortals and was preparing to savor the fruits of his victory, turned ashen-faced by this sudden turn of events.
He sat on the imperial throne, feeling the familiar yet unfamiliar domineering imperial aura, and froze completely.
As an ancient god who has lived since the beginning of the Dragon-Han Calamity, he personally experienced the era when the demon race dominated the world.
In that era, there were two emperors, like two suns that never set, whose light illuminated the entire primordial world.
One of them is the Demon Emperor Jun.
The other one is...
Haotian's lips trembled as he recalled the final scene of the Lich War, the supreme emperor who held the Chaos Bell, fought against several Ancestral Witches single-handedly, and ultimately self-destructed his primordial spirit to perish together with his enemies.
Wasn't he already... dead and gone, completely vanished?
How is that possible?!
Not only Haotian, but at this moment, all the powerful beings who had experienced the ancient demon court era recognized the owner of this aura.
Their faces, without exception, were filled with horror and disbelief.
"It's...it's him!"
"How is this possible! He's clearly dead!"
A name that shook the heavens resounded in the hearts of countless powerful beings.
The ancient demon emperor, Donghuang Taiyi!
boom!
It was as if to confirm everyone's suspicions.
That overwhelming aura suddenly coalesced.
In a place in the primordial wilderness, an endless stream of true solar fire arose out of thin air, converging into a gigantic fiery tornado that pierced through the heavens and earth.
At the center of the fiery tornado, a blurry yet majestic phantom slowly coalesced into form.
That was an extremely magnificent three-legged golden crow!
He wore an imperial crown and a royal robe, his wings spread wide, as if they could cover the entire starry sky.
Although it was just a phantom, its domineering and supreme aura was even more awe-inspiring than the real thing.
The next moment, the phantom of the three-legged golden crow suddenly opened its eyes!
What eyes they were!
Like two real suns, burning with golden flames, they were filled with endless majesty and tyranny, as well as a trace of confusion after awakening and an overwhelming... unwillingness!
Donghuang Taiyi!
The moment the phantom of the three-legged golden crow opened its eyes, the entire primordial world seemed to fall into a deathly silence.
All living beings who perceived this scene, whether mortals or immortals, felt a suppression originating from their level of life under the gaze of those golden eyes.
That was the emperor's power over his subjects!
Heavenly Realm
Chen Changsheng's pupils suddenly contracted.
"It really is him... Donghuang Taiyi? How could he still be alive?"
A tremendous storm raged within Chen Changsheng's heart.
He traveled through time and was familiar with the general trends of the primordial world.
During the Lich War, Emperor Jun, Taiyi, and the Twelve Ancestral Witches perished together, and the Demon and Witch races withdrew from the stage of dominance in the prehistoric world. This is an indisputable historical fact.