This primordial world is not serious!

Chapter 1183 - 528: Yu Chen Becomes the Calamity Lord; Apocalypse in Progress! (Part 2)

They looked at Xuanqing on the main seat, at Taishang, Yu Chen, and Luo Hou beside him, and all that remained in their hearts was endless awe.

This is no longer conforming to the trend, but creating the trend!

They have turned the most terrifying natural disaster of epoch transition into a precisely controlled ritual;

Have turned the destined duel between Chaos Demon God and Heaven Creation into a "performance" that bought them time;

Have turned all participants into stepping stones for their proof of eternal Dao.

"So," Fu Xi took a deep breath and asked the final question, "What do we... need to do?"

Xuanqing smiled.

"What you all need to do is very simple."

He stood up, his gaze sweeping across each holy figure, his voice loud and resolute.

"Go back, do your utmost to push this epoch to its most brilliant, most glorious, most complete peak! Then, follow us to personally bring all this... to an end!"

"Only the most extreme prosperity can birth the most complete silence. And only through experiencing the extreme of this life and death can our Da Luo Heaven truly be immortal!"

"We heed the Dharma Decree of the Heavenly Venerate!"

The gods rose in unison, bowed deeply.

From then on, the fate of the Primordial Universe was definitively set within this Holy Hall of the Demon Realm.

An ultimate play using the entire epoch as a chessboard, with Pangu and Time as the chess pieces, officially began.

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Emperor Shun, the last leading Great Emperor among the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors, worked hard to make the mortal world increasingly prosperous.

While working diligently, he also developed his personal hobbies, continuing the elegance of the Human Dao Lords through generations.

Shun loved music deeply and commanded Music Officer Kui with Nine Heavens Stone and East Sea Wood to create a world-renowned divine music called "Xiao Shao."

As the music started, musicians of the Phoenix Clan above the Nine Heavens were entranced and drove divine birds to come, dancing around Chen Capital, bringing phoenixes to the ceremony, auspiciously blessing the mortal world.

Meanwhile, he was born with heavy pupils, an extraordinary trait, along with an innate talent in the Space-Time Dao, allowing him to master the Path of Space-Time.

Often, during his leisure time after dealing with governance, Emperor Shun's Primordial Spirit would leave his body and wander the boundless Space-Time River, observing changes through ages and comprehending the mysteries of the Great Dao.

On this day, as usual, he wandered along the Space-Time River, feeling the flow of time, and the cyclical existence of all things.

Suddenly, amidst the eternal flow of the Space-Time River, he saw a glimmer never seen before, faint but clear.

Soon after, a completely black small boat, seemingly formed from the purest silence and void, drifted slowly from upstream in the river.

With a curious and exploratory mindset, Emperor Shun's figure moved to board that mysterious World Transcending Ship.

At the bow, a young man dressed in simple cloth, holding an unidentifiable long rod, was leisurely fishing, his aura ethereal, as if he existed both here and beyond eternity.

Beside him sat a squirrel wearing a straw hat, sighing deeply, exuding an "empty-handed" aura, and a little girl in red clothes with a quirky and spirited gaze, curious about everything.

"Guests are welcome, Daoist Zhong Hua, please sit." The fishing youth raised his head, looked at Emperor Shun boarding the ship, and smiled gently. With a wave of his hand, a similar fishing rod appeared before Emperor Shun.

This man was none other than one of Xuanqing's incarnations of the Great Dao, the Ferryman.

Emperor Shun, sensing no malice from the other, took the fishing rod and sat by the boat's edge, his posture composed.

"Daoist, how long have you been fishing here?" As Emperor Shun skillfully cast his hook, he casually asked, his eyes on the ever-rushing river.

"Not long, I just arrived," Xuanqing replied calmly.

This incarnation of the Great Dao, the Ferryman, had recently followed the will of his true self, "committed suicide" in the Space-Time River, merging his entire being into the river for some layout, now regrouped and returned here.

Emperor Shun heard this, his eyebrows slightly raised, feeling a bit surprised.

He pointed to Xuanqing's side, at a bamboo fish basket. Inside, over a dozen completely silver fish were joyfully jumping, shimmering with the glow of time fragments.

"Daoist, you've just arrived, yet have so much?"

Upon saying this, the squirrel, who had been sighing, instantly perked up its ears.

It inconspicuously swayed its fluffy bushy tail, then quietly covered its empty fish basket with its straw hat, done in one fluid motion.

Xuanqing glanced at Emperor Shun, then at the pretend-playing squirrel, smiled and said, "Daoist Zhong Hua just arrived, haven't you had a harvest too?"

Splash~~

Before Emperor Shun could grasp the meaning behind Xuanqing's words, suddenly there was a crisp splashing sound, and the fishing rod in his hand sank sharply.

A fish was on the hook, and it was quite hefty.

He quickly energized, steadied himself, and pulled the rod, reeling in. He saw a burst of colorful brilliance emerge from the water, a fish flowing with Five-Colored Divine Light, extraordinary and unique.

"It's a big catch!" The squirrel, who had been unsuccessful, immediately turned its head, its small bean-like eyes widened, staring intently at Emperor Shun's Five-Colored Swimming Fish, almost salivating.

"Daoist, Daoist!" The squirrel anxiously spoke, "I'll trade you this fish for the fishing rod, meticulously crafted from the core branch of the Innate Spirit Root—Five-needle Pine, what do you say?"