All races revere me as the Heavenly Emperor, solely because of my nine disciples!

"boom……"

This is a vast scene. In the scene, there is nothingness, no heaven and earth, no universe, no time and space, and no so-called Great Dao. There is only a wisp of will drifting in the nothingness.

This mass of will coalesced into a single entity, diverse in form and form, sometimes dispersing into a mass of consciousness, seemingly dormant.

It doesn't know where it came from, nor where it's going.

Zhou Gong could only clearly sense that it possessed a terrifying aura, an aura that no one could resist.

After an unknown amount of time, in the void, that consciousness awakened in that scene.

However, it was confused, seemingly forgetting who it was and what it wanted.

After an unknown amount of time, it gradually regained some of its will, and faced with the empty void, it was filled with an unprecedented sense of desolation.

That aura was so oppressive that it instilled despair, and even Zhou Gong (the Duke of Zhou) felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

This is the feeling of loneliness, an endless solitude.

There is no heaven and earth, no sun and moon, no time, nothing at all, only oneself. No one can bear such loneliness and solitude, not even a god.

However, that consciousness could not dissipate. The strange creature could not die, even if it wanted to. So it could only bear loneliness and continue to wander in the void.

By chance, it conjured up a pair of arms for itself.

Its arms twisted and tangled in the void, as if gesturing something.

Duke Zhou's pupils contracted. He saw that every gesture of this creature was a derivative of an endless Great Dao.

Those great paths arose with his gestures, and existed because of his presence.

As these great paths appeared, the creature seemed to have found some enjoyment, and the loneliness on its body dissipated considerably.

As if playing, he kept weaving his hands together, and soon, clusters of wonderful rules were born.

His hands carved out the Great Dao, and also the prototype of a world.

In that world, primordial purple energy lingered, and mountains and rivers emerged.

Suddenly, the being seemed to sense something. He raised his hand and pointed, causing all things to surge and the primordial chaos to erupt. A new being was born in the world beneath his hand.

This being possesses immense power from the moment it is born.

It was a deity, a living being born.

"The existence of a creator god... could this be the legendary... Primordial Spirit?"

Duke Zhou was startled and immediately thought of this possibility.

Legend has it that only the Primordial Spirit could create everything, including the Tai Xuan World and gods and demons.

It is said that among all living beings in the world, the most primitive were gods and demons.

Gods and demons cannot reproduce; they are all born from the primordial purple energy within the Tai Xuan World, and are born representing the end of all the great Daos.

The weakest among them are called gods, while the strongest can even be called god emperors. It can be said that gods and demons are the darlings of heaven and earth.

The goal that all beings spend their entire lives pursuing is something they are born with.

Their starting point is the end point, or even the dream, of countless lives.

Now, the Duke of Zhou finally witnessed the birth of a deity.

In that void-like scene, gazing upon the newly born beings, the desolate aura emanating from the primordial spirit vanished, replaced by extraordinary excitement.

He tried to communicate with the newly born god, but unfortunately, the moment it touched his consciousness, the powerful and terrifying god could not withstand it and shattered on the spot.

Seeing this, the primordial spirit was somewhat disappointed and hurriedly created one powerful being after another.

Among them are gods and demons, which are collectively referred to as gods and demons in later generations.

Unfortunately, neither gods nor demons could withstand his communication.

Because of his communication, which carries an invisible power, everything will crumble at the slightest touch.

Helpless, the primordial spirit could only give up on communication and continuously create all sorts of gods and demons, as if playing house, watching these gods and demons it created as its own works.

But gradually, the unexpected still happened.

In that primordial world, there was still no time, no transition.

Although these gods and demons are alive, they are also suffering from a kind of inexplicable torment.

In particular, the primordial world is there, but the concept of space is particularly vague. Many gods and demons are face to face, or even overlap with each other, but they just can't see each other.

In their world, it seems that they are all alone.

Gradually, like the primordial spirits, they too fell into deep loneliness.

The desolate atmosphere was terrifying; it was the double torment of loneliness and solitude that made them lose the will to live.

Gradually, these gods and demons withered away.

They are different from the primordial spirits. Although they have infinite lifespans, when their hearts die, their Dao collapses.

They will still die, unlike the Primal Spirits, for whom even death is a luxury.

Watching countless gods and demons he had created fall one after another, the Primordial Spirit exuded an aura of envy, followed by a sense of resentment.

He didn't want his creations to die; he loved seeing lively and bustling scenes.

He was searching for his own problem, what was missing, and why these gods and demons could not see each other and could not communicate with each other.

This period of contemplation lasted for an unknown amount of time, until finally, the Primordial Spirit made its move again.

This time, he crossed his hands, drawing a horizontal line to represent time and a vertical line to represent space.

Time and space intersect, moving freely and traversing across time and space.

A scene resembling a chessboard began to appear, with lines and stripes.

In the blink of an eye, time and space merged, and the Great Dao of Time and Space took shape, transforming into countless rivers of time and space, spreading throughout the primordial chaos, stabilizing the world in the painting.

The prototype of the Tai Xuan Realm began to appear.

Then, the Primordial Spirit created gods and demons once again.

Finally, at different times and in different places, those gods and demons came together.

However, another accident soon occurred.

These gods and demons seem to be born irreconcilable enemies. Whenever they meet, their innate Dao will either repel each other or attract each other.

Whether it's repulsion or attraction, a collision is inevitable in the end.

Thus chaos began, and all the gods and demons clashed in this primordial world.

The primordial world collapsed as a result, turning into chaos.

In the end, all the gods and demons perished in this chaos.

This scene left even the Primordial Spirit somewhat dumbfounded.

He couldn't understand why these creatures were so intolerant of each other.

He longed to meet a creature that could accompany him, but he could never find one. Why were these creatures so unappreciative?

So he continued searching for the source of the problem.

Finally, he found it.

There is a lack of harmony, a kind of bonding, among these creatures.

They are born to contend with each other; two tigers cannot share one mountain. Every living being has its own sense of territory.

Without their kind, they would die in loneliness and solitude; but even with their kind, they cannot tolerate each other. This is because they too need to claim their own space.

Thus, the primordial spirit, having created life once more, incorporated its own emotions and needs, evolving into various great paths.

Finally, a new batch of beings, the most perfect batch of beings, was born.

These beings carved out their own world and created their own space within the primordial chaos.

When they met again, they no longer engaged in direct combat; instead, they began to exchange information and resources.

Some gods and demons even combined with each other, their terrifying powers merging to give birth to new beings.

Seeing this, the Primordial Spirit was gratified.

Although he couldn't fit into this world, he finally found a way to relieve his loneliness, just like watching a movie.

However, as time went by, problems still arose in this group of seemingly perfect beings.

Because they were too perfect, these beings grew stronger and stronger, with almost everyone becoming an emperor.

Moreover, without the help of the primordial spirits, they will combine with each other and seize the power of the primordial chaos to give birth to new life forms.

Gradually, the power of Hongmeng diminished. Even though the Primordial Spirit continuously bestowed this power, which was sufficient to meet all needs, it still could not solve all the problems.

That's a problem that's becoming more and more numerous, so numerous that no amount of time or space can contain it all.

Gradually, the Primordial Spirit realized that it was going insane.

Originally, I was leisurely watching the show, but now I'm incredibly busy, almost nonstop, either creating primordial power or expanding a larger world to provide for these gods and demons.

It is unknown how much time passed, but he created thirty-three primordial worlds in succession.

Even so, under the creation of these gods and demons, the thirty-three primordial worlds still could not escape the accidental collision.

The Primordial Spirit discovered that it was almost a perpetual motion machine; if it stopped even slightly, all thirty-three worlds would collapse. The gods and demons would also collapse due to the mutual compression of the various Dao forces.

This made him unable to stop, and unwilling to continue.

He did it to relieve his loneliness, not to exhaust himself.

Although this won't kill him, it will make him irritable.

An aura of restlessness permeated the early primordial spirit, becoming increasingly uncontrollable.

Finally, the Primordial Spirit stopped.