From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

Hongjun looked at the fairy island that had just appeared above the East China Sea. With his current level of cultivation as a saint, he could naturally see more than other powerful people.

The immortal roots and magical weapons on it are dotted like stars, and there are also rare immortal gold, magic stones, spiritual beasts, everything you can think of.

It can be said that it is even better than the paradise on earth, Mount Yujing, where he lived before he became a saint.

But what Hongjun values ​​is not these, but the significance of the birth of this fairy island.

According to the original destiny, with the help of Heaven's Way, he would become a Heavenly Saint, educate all living beings, exercise Heaven's authority on behalf of Heaven, and combine the Way to make up for the shortcomings of Heaven's Way.

Although he continues to teach and enlighten all living beings now, he does not have any authority of the Heavenly Way.

Although Hongjun was thinking in his heart, his face was calm and there was no sign of dissatisfaction.

"This fairy island is the Dongtianfu of the Son of Heaven, everyone please leave!"

Hongjun's loud voice rang in the ears of all the powerful people, and their expressions changed suddenly.

Son of Heaven?

The ruler of the prehistoric world in the future? This identity destined this boy to be above all living beings.

The Three Pure Ones claimed to be Pangu's direct descendants, and their expressions looked even uglier.

They have always believed that the primordial world was transformed by the great god Pangu, and the Three Pure Ones were transformed by the pure energy of the great god Pangu. They have pointed heels and are proud of their noble status, which makes them different from other creatures.

But now that a Taoist has descended upon us, their identities as the Three Pure Ones will be very awkward in the prehistoric world in the future.

"Saint! We are from the barren West, and were severely injured by the thunder. It is so tragic. Now that we have no chance to meet this great opportunity, how can we heal our injuries?"

The two figures that were struck into darkness fell to their knees in front of Hongjun and began to cry.

Seeing such a shameless Jie Yin Zhunti, the Three Pure Ones and other gods were simply opened their eyes!

You were injured, but weren't other powerful beings injured? Because there were so many powerful beings who died on this fairy island, but what does it have to do with the saints?

Hongjun looked down at them and his eyelids twitched.

The poverty of the West was related to Hongjun, but it was not the turn of these two to blackmail him.

"Why don't you two ask the heavens to give you some compensation?"

As soon as Hongjun said this, the powerful people nearby couldn't help but laugh sarcastically.

The bodies of the two gods Jie Yin and Zhunti froze. This was not what they had imagined!

According to the high and mighty dignity of the saint, he would at least give them some immortal roots and spiritual objects for the sake of his face!

It’s not much, but at least it won’t be a wasted trip for them.

Hongjun looked at them and snorted in his heart. He did not lack these things, but why should he give them to these two guys.

Without the help of Heaven, he will have to find a way to repay the consequences of his debt to the West in the future.

Good things should be saved if possible, but not wasted on this.

Jie Yin Zhunti laughed awkwardly and was about to say something else, but the Eye of Punishment in the sky directly sent a bolt of lightning to accurately strike the two of them.

In an instant, all the powerful people in the East China Sea dispersed.

Heaven is driving us away. If we don’t leave now, will we be struck by lightning?

Hongjun also flashed back to Zixiao Palace, but looking towards the direction of the East China Sea, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The Son of Heaven is indeed the favored one.

Kunlun Mountains

"Brother." Yuanshi looked at Laozi.

"In the future, keep a low profile in the wild." Laozi glanced at his two younger brothers and reminded them.

Although Yuanshi was dissatisfied, he still listened to Laozi very much and could only nod reluctantly.

Tong Tianze said with interest, "I am very interested in this Taoist. If there is a chance, I will compete with him to see who is better, him or me, the direct descendant of Pangu."

"No, if you hurt him, you will be rejected by Heaven." Lao Tzu disagreed.

Although they have the merit of creating the world, if they are rejected by the heavenly way, nothing they want to do in the future will go smoothly.

Tongtian could only nod in disappointment.

On the other hand, the Twelve Ancestral Witches did not even take the so-called Son of Tao seriously. They respected the great god Pangu as their father and believed that the entire prehistoric world was transformed by their father god. They had the responsibility to rule the entire prehistoric world. Other creatures had no qualifications at all, not even the so-called Son of Tao.

The fairy island is vast and boundless, like a world of its own. Various tens of millions of years old spiritual herbs, spiritual plants, fairy mushrooms, and ginseng are spread all over the fairy island like weeds.

There are also top-notch innate spiritual roots such as Huangzhongli, Ginseng Fruit, Peaches, Fairy Apricots, Banana, Bodhi and Bitter Bamboo.

If the powerful people from the outside world knew about this, they would probably risk their lives to snatch these spiritual roots.

At this time on the fairy island, an exquisite and magnificent fairy palace was floating above the center of the island.

On the plaque above the gate of the Immortal Palace, there is an inscribed word "Tao" which carries an endless mysteries - Taoist Palace.

In the name of Tao, one can see how tyrannical it is.

On the fairy island stands a Gengjin Stone tens of thousands of feet high, on which is engraved the name of the entire island - Xuantian Island.