“Congenital Five Tai, eh...”

Gazing at the detailed mission description, the old Daoist sighed faintly:

“The very beginning of everything...”

…………

“Cough, cough~”

Within the misty mountains, Qing Wei slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, the dense stench of blood dissipating into the air, transforming into strands of extremely pure spiritual energy.

Hu~

Qing Wei opened his palm, a beam of white light shooting into the sky, flickering several times before transforming into a white archway several people tall.

Before long, several waves of will emanated from within:

“Are you the mission issuer?”

“Poor Daoist Qing Wei greets you, fellow Daoists.”

Qing Wei rose to welcome them, his fingers continuously tapping in the void, as Dao soldiers materialized atop the mountain peak.

Although the Desolate Great World welcomed powerhouses from all realms, its surveillance was extremely strict.

Even with the Myriad Worlds Building's secret methods, it was best to find some 'identities' to conceal their origins.

Buzz~

The light gate trembled, then shattered.

Streams of will burst forth from within the gate, entering the prepared bodies of the Dao soldiers.

Kaka ka~

Accompanied by a series of bone-stretching sounds, the appearances of several Dao soldiers also changed.

One, dressed in a green robe and holding a feather fan, cupped his fist and said, “This one is Yu Yi Xian, greetings Daoist Qing Wei.”

Hu!

A burly man with a bare, bronze-colored upper body, seemingly cast from copper and iron, looked around and laughed loudly:

“Hahaha, as expected, truly a high-level Great World!”

“May I ask who you are, Daoist friend?”

Qing Wei's eyelids twitched.

Even though this burly man's aura was extremely restrained, there was still a heart-shaking, savage, and violent power about him.

It was because his Law and Dao were no longer affected by the heavens and earth, and could even influence the heavens and earth in which he existed.

“This one is Jin Huang!”

The burly man casually clasped his fist, his gaze sweeping over the two before landing on the last ‘person’, his thick eyebrows twitching:

“A spirit born from the Law?!”

The gazes of the three converged, all landing on that one person.

At first glance, it was just a child with a topknot and a red ribbon, less than four feet tall, a porcelain doll carved from jade.

But in the eyes of the others, it could be seen that its essence was extremely strange, like a convergence of countless Dao patterns and laws, changing a million times in an instant.

“Greetings, everyone!”

The child clasped his hands in an old-fashioned manner, and chuckled: "You can call me 'Devourer of Stars', or you can call me by my original name, *'Yuan Mang Tun Xing Lu'* (Primal Python Star Devouring Record)."

“It's not uncommon for a spirit to be born from the Law, but this is the first time I've seen one who has cultivated to Daoist friend's level…”

Qing Wei gave a *ji shou* (a traditional Chinese greeting with clasped hands), with surprise in his heart.

All things with spirits have the opportunity to attain the Dao, and the Law and Dao are the essence of a cultivator's condensation, so it is not uncommon for consciousness to arise.

However, spirits born from the Law are limited by their original masters and their cultivation is difficult. It was unheard of for one to cultivate to this level.

In his perception, this one was even stronger than the other two, almost approaching the Ninth Tribulation Heavenly Gate…

“Is there anything worth praising?”

Faced with Qing Wei's compliment, Tun Xing was obviously not very concerned, and was instead a little unhappy, showing even greater interest in this mission:

“According to what it says in the mission, you have all kinds of supernatural powers and endless secret arts here, is that right?”

“That's right!”

Qing Wei nodded: "The Myriad Worlds Building knows everything and can do anything. If there is even half a falsehood, Poor Daoist would not be able to issue the mission. Fellow Daoists can rest assured.”

“How could there be any doubt?”

Yu Yi Xian flapped his folding fan, and said: "Daoist friend, you should heal your injuries as soon as possible. We can also take this opportunity to learn about this world."

Qing Wei's serious injuries could not be concealed from these people.

Jin Huang and Tun Xing also nodded, they already had a good understanding of the relevant mission.

“In that case, Fellow Daoists, please be careful. Although you are all powerful, you must still be cautious, especially those under the command of the Heavenly Lords and Earthly Sovereigns…”

Qing Wei did not force the others to accompany him, and simply explained the forbidden areas of this world and points to note.

Then, he sat down cross-legged again and began to heal his injuries.

Heavenly Prison True Lord cultivated the 'Great Chaos' and followed the path of merging hundreds of millions of Dao soldiers into one.

He had no Dao soldiers, but his main body was powerful to an outrageous extent. Ordinary people of the same rank simply did not dare to approach his main body.

It was already a great stroke of luck that he was not killed by one punch. His injuries were so severe that they could not be healed in a short period of time.

“In that case, farewell.”

Tun Xing snapped his fingers, his body disappearing into the void like a breeze.

Jin Huang and Yu Yi Xian exchanged glances, and then left separately.

They naturally had healing methods and elixirs, but why would they take them out?

……

Rumble!

The earth shook, mud and rocks rolled like waves, and the mountains swayed, standing up like people to avoid the tremors.

Then, under the gaze of countless people, the mountains shifted.

Amidst the earth's pulsations, a magnificent city rose from the ground, appearing from nothing in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Looking from afar, one could see that the houses were neatly arranged, all kinds of landscapes and objects were complete, tall buildings stood tall, and the streets crisscrossed.

"In the blink of an eye, the mountains moved. This retainer of Young Master Xian is extraordinary!"

The onlookers marveled.

Moving mountains and filling seas was not difficult for them, but this giant city was not just big.

The various facilities and array patterns within were complete. With their eyesight, they could even see the tiny patterns on the buildings.

If they were to do it, let alone the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, they might not be able to carve it out even in ten years.

"Hu!"

Ning Qi opened his mouth and spat out a hurricane, suppressing the rising dust and sand. Without seeing his figure change, he had already appeared in the city.

“Grandmaster Uncle.”

On the high platform in the center of the giant city, Ning Qi bowed slightly. Mu Longcheng, dressed in a green robe, stood on the edge of the high platform, gazing into the void.

“Will that Han Donghuang really attack again?”

Ning Qi couldn't help but ask.

Mu Longcheng stood with his hands behind his back, and said lightly: "Do you know why the Heavenly Lords, Earthly Sovereigns, and even the Heavenly Sovereigns have to send down 'Catastrophe Seeds'?"

"Hmm?"

Ning Qi frowned, guessing: "Could it be that the so-called Great Tribulation will occur on the Endless Continent?"

"That's right."

Mu Longcheng nodded slightly: "The Desolate World is vast and boundless, but its roots lie in this Endless Continent, and the fortunes of the heavens naturally gather here…

If there is a Great Tribulation, no matter where it originates, it will inevitably converge on the Endless Continent. The Heavenly Lords sent down Catastrophe Seeds, no more than seeing through this point.”

Mu Longcheng's eyes were deep.

Bearing the *Wan Fa Wu Liang Hun Dong Wu Shang Jie Yun Jing* (Myriad Laws Immeasurable Chaotic Supreme Tribulation Scripture), he saw far more than Yu Yu Dao Ren.

Looking out, outsiders could only see the aura of heaven and earth or spiritual energy, but he saw the sea of fortune that enveloped the heavens and earth, everywhere.

No one knew exactly how many heavens and earths and Great Worlds the Desolate Great World had merged since ancient times. Naturally, no one knew how vast this sea of fortune, which gathered the fortunes of the heavens, was.

And the core of this endless sea of fortune was on this Endless Continent, more precisely, in the Great Yong Dynasty.

At this time, he saw from this endless sea of fortune, black and purple nodes scattered everywhere, each intercepting the fortunes of heaven and earth.

These were the 'Catastrophe Seeds' sent down by the Heavenly and Earthly Sovereigns.

Unfortunately, seeing it does not necessarily mean catching up. These powerful Catastrophe Seeds were mostly people from outside the heavens, each bearing the fortune of a world.

Moreover, they absorbed the vast amount of fortune on the Endless Continent, and naturally had the ability to turn bad luck into good fortune and avoid danger.

There was only one way to suppress and kill them.

Defeat the 'nodes' where they stand, and break the palms that absorb their fortune. Only in this way can a battle be successful.

"Since ancient times, there has never been so many Heavenly Lords sending down their seeds at the same time, but there can only be one person to break the tribulation…"

Ning Qi's heart trembled, with various guesses.

The Heavenly Lords, Earthly Sovereigns, and even the Heavenly Sovereigns wanted to send down their seeds, but since ancient times, there could only be one tribulation breaker.

This could not help but remind him of 'raising Gu' (a process of cultivating poisonous insects).

Perhaps those people wanted the Catastrophe Seeds to fight each other and compete for the strongest.

"Therefore, whether Han Donghuang is willing or not, he will eventually come here to see me…"

Mu Longcheng looked down at the giant city beneath him, his tone calm and expectant:

"If I am the peak, the strong will come."

"Disciple understands…"

Ning Qi was silent for a moment, then sighed for a long time, turning into a stream of light and disappearing into the city.

Mu Longcheng didn't care about Ning Qi's departure. With a wave of his hand, a hazy light rose from the void, and a Dao soldier without a face, color, or even a sense of existence knelt before him.

This was the first Dao soldier Mu Longcheng had refined, named 'Shadow God Dao Soldier'. It had no ability to attack, and was even very fragile.

It had only one supernatural power, which was rebirth through shadows.

With this supernatural power, they could instantly appear in any place with a faint shadow on the Endless Continent.

“Shadow Seventeen greets Leader!”

After Dao soldier Shadow Seventeen bowed, he took out a booklet surrounded by divine light and handed it to Mu Longcheng:

“We three thousand shadows have spent more than three thousand years, traveling through the eighty-four thousand vassal states of the Great Yong, secretly visiting tens of millions of cities, and finally recorded the past deeds, methods, and forces of most of the 'Catastrophe Seeds' in this booklet…”

"A hundred years faster than expected."

Mu Longcheng took the booklet and flipped through it unhurriedly.

From the day he obtained the *Wan Fa Wu Liang Hun Dong Wu Shang Jie Yun Jing*, he had already understood the tribulations that were about to be born on the Endless Continent.

While he was in seclusion for many years, he also refined three thousand Shadow God Dao Soldiers to find the information he needed.

"Can't find it…"

Closing the book, Mu Longcheng's brow furrowed in a rare sight.

Even after three thousand years of investigation by the Shadow God Dao Soldiers, they could not find any clues targeting him…

Could it be that his transmigration was just a coincidence?

"Forget it."

Putting away the book, Mu Longcheng looked at Shadow Seventeen: "Tell me about the major events in Tian Shu City over the years."

"Yes!"

Shadow Seventeen bowed and responded, closing his eyes to sense the other Shadow God Dao Soldiers, sharing information with each other.

Before long, he opened his eyes.

"Thirty-two years ago, Emperor Mo Tianqing of the Great Yong seemed to have been seriously injured due to the failure of breaking through a tribulation. Before entering a death seclusion, he left a message, asking the Divine Mountain of Martial Contests to designate the next Emperor…"

Shadow Seventeen spoke concisely:

“…The illegitimate son Mo Yin caused a huge earthquake in the Divine Mountain of Martial Contests, suppressed and killed Mo Lu, entered the imperial court, and will soon ascend the throne as Emperor…”

“…A Daoist came from the east, calling himself Bodhi, was valued by Mo Yin, and was established as the State Preceptor.”