Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

"These three plants... seem unusual too." The child, Ah Man, looked at the three small plants.

After observing carefully, the little girl named A-Yue hesitated and said:

"I think I've seen a similar record on a very old animal skin scroll... The red one might be very useful for tempering the body, the black and white one seems to be able to clear the mind, and the blue one... seems to be able to nourish the source. It's just right for the three of us, one plant each?"

"Okay, okay!" Ah Man nodded immediately.

The human boy hesitated, "This place appeared out of nowhere, and there are exactly three plants... It's too coincidental. Could there be a problem?"

The little girl, A-Yue, pondered, "It is somewhat of a coincidence, but the effects of the spiritual liquid are real, and these precious herbs are pure in spirit and don't seem poisonous. Perhaps... it really is our opportunity? The black-scaled leopard was scared away just now; maybe some unseen force was helping us?"

Her words quieted the other two down as they recalled the strange yet fortunate scene from earlier.

Ultimately, the desire to become stronger and the trust in each other prevailed.

They carefully picked the three precious herbs and put them away. Aman took the crimson one, the human boy took the black and white one, and Ayue took the green one.

The moment they harvested the precious medicine, the stone chamber trembled slightly, and some blurry ancient characters quietly appeared on the stone wall. They were extremely ancient runes that the three of them could not understand at all.

But as they watched, the runes seemed to come alive, transforming into three faint lights that entered the foreheads of the three individuals.

The three of them were startled, feeling as if something had been added to their minds.

They were some incomplete Dao runes, which subtly matched their respective auras.

What Aman obtained were fragmented runes related to the condensation and explosion of power.

The human boy received a vague inheritance about the yin and yang of heaven and earth.

What A-Yue obtained were fragments of ancient knowledge related to the perception of the Great Dao of Creation and the identification of herbs.

"This...this is..." The three were shocked, realizing that they had truly encountered an unimaginable opportunity.

"Thank you for your kindness, senior!" The little girl, Yue, was the most quick-witted. She immediately bowed to the void, even though she didn't know where the senior was or even if he existed.

Aman and the human boy realized what was happening and quickly followed suit, bowing in greeting.

The stone chamber was quiet, and there was no response.

Only that pool of emerald green liquid still exudes a delicate fragrance.

After a long while, A-Yue straightened up, her eyes resolute:

"The senior's unwillingness to show himself must have a profound meaning. We have been fortunate enough to receive this opportunity, so we must work even harder and not waste this gift. This place is not suitable for us to stay any longer. Let's leave quickly and digest what we have gained."

Filled with gratitude and excitement, the three quickly left the stone chamber and carefully covered the entrance.

Above the valley, Jiang Hao, hidden in the void, watched the three little ones support each other as they left, a smile appearing on his lips.

That stone chamber was originally created by him casually conjuring a spiritual eye in the earth's veins. The spiritual liquid was a collection of the essence of plants and trees, and the three precious herbs were nurtured by him combining his own Daoist essence with the attributes of this place.

Those ancient rune fragments were actually a sliver of his own shallow understanding of power, yin and yang, and creation.

For him, it was just a small favor, like watering a thirsty seedling by the roadside.

Sometimes, the old man behind the scenes, Dangdang, seems to be doing quite well.

"The seeds have been planted. Whether they grow into towering trees depends on your own destiny." Jiang Hao withdrew his gaze without any lingering affection.

In this mortal world, everyone has their own destiny. He appreciates the potential and character of these three children, and it is already a matter of fate that he gives them some sunshine and rain.

Excessive intervention may stifle its natural growth potential.

Moreover, he is not a nanny and has no interest in planning other people's lives.

He did not linger on the ancient star any longer, and his figure quietly disappeared.

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The celestial realm, with its thirty-three heavens high above, is governed by the laws of heaven, forming a strict and orderly system.

This is one of the realms with the strictest rules and the purest spiritual energy among all the heavens and myriad worlds. It has produced celestial venerables and ancient emperors, and has a profound foundation.

Jiang Hao's figure silently passed through the layers of protective arrays and Heavenly Dao barriers of the Heavenly Realm, arriving at the core area where the Heavenly Realm's essence was most abundant.

A chaotic immortal island suspended above the thirty-third heaven.

This place was regarded as an absolute forbidden zone by the powerful figures of the Heavenly Realm throughout the ages, but it was no match for Jiang Hao.

He took out the fifth cauldron—the Celestial Cauldron.

This cauldron has a simple and square shape, and its body is engraved with the phantom of the Thirty-Three Heavens and the trajectory of the stars in the heavens, exuding the Taoist charm of domination and order.

When the Celestial Cauldron was placed in the Chaos Spring at the core of the Immortal Island, the Dao patterns on the cauldron immediately resonated with the origin of the Celestial Realm.

The fluctuations of the laws quietly spread out, merging into every inch of the celestial realm.

This helps the celestial laws to improve and repair themselves, and in the long run, it is beneficial to the cultivation of celestial beings.

After placing it properly, Jiang Hao didn't linger at all, as if he had just passed by and put something down, and his figure had already faded away.

In the Phoenix Realm, the sacred parasol tree stands tall, its flames burning eternally, and the aura of rebirth pervades the air.

This is the ancestral home of the Phoenix Clan, a place imbued with a unique Daoist charm where life and destruction intertwine.

Jiang Hao appeared in the deepest part of the Phoenix Realm, at the center of a sea of ​​flames composed of pure Southern Bright Fire.

Here lies an ancient phoenix tree branch, entirely pure gold and shimmering with iridescent light, a point where the Phoenix Realm's destiny and the laws of Nirvana intertwine.

He took out the sixth cauldron—the Nirvana Cauldron.

This tripod has three legs and a round belly. The body of the tripod is decorated with reliefs depicting a scene of phoenixes paying homage and being reborn from the ashes, conveying the true meaning of nirvana, which is endless and everlasting.

When the Phoenix Realm Cauldron was placed next to that ancient paulownia branch, the cauldron immediately resonated with the Phoenix Realm's Nirvana Fire Sea.

The flames seemed to become more docile and spiritual, and the aura of nirvana was purer.

For the Phoenix Clan and its affiliated races, long-term dwelling and cultivation will have subtle but profound benefits.

Having done all this, Jiang Hao's gaze seemed to pierce through the endless void, glancing at the direction of a magnificent palace in the Phoenix Realm before withdrawing his gaze, his figure dissipating into the flames like wisps of smoke.

Of the Nine Cauldrons, six—Ziwei, Kunlun, Beidou, Honghuang, Tianjie, and Fengjie—have already returned to their places, and the initial formation of a world-stabilizing structure is subtly connected to the pulse of heaven and earth.

He also had a plan for the remaining three cauldrons.

"The cauldron has been set down, and the cause and effect have been sown." Jiang Hao returned to the familiar starry sky, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked at the myriad paths of the heavens that were becoming more and more active and seemed to be about to break free from their final restraints. His eyes were calm and undisturbed.

"The suppression of the Great Dao is about to end, and the winds of change are about to rise. Let's see what kind of figures will emerge in this world."

His figure blended into the starlight.

Time flies, another thousand years have passed, and the atmosphere under the cosmos is becoming increasingly tense.

The traces of the Great Dao of the Chaos Emperor Jiang Hao, after another thousand years of natural dissipation and the erosion of time, have become thin and faint, as if they will completely merge into the myriad Daos and cease to exist at any moment.

Amidst the myriad star fields, a tense atmosphere, as if a storm was brewing, permeated the hearts of every powerful individual aspiring to the path of emperor.

The self-proclaimed ancient oddballs breathed increasingly heavily, and even the divine elixir could not completely calm their turbulent emotions.