Prehistoric: Starting from Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains

At the same time, many powerful people in Hong Zhou and the Vacuum League also sensed the information hidden in the secrets of heaven.

This information poured into their consciousness like a torrent, making them suddenly sit up from their dying beds in an instant, with astonishment and disbelief on their faces.

They have gone through untold hardships, made countless efforts and sacrifices, and finally reached this step.

Fang Yang, Hong Zhou, Saint Heart Daojun, and Samsara Daozhu have successfully stepped into the threshold of becoming a saint. Their future is bright and full of infinite possibilities.

However, just as they were about to climb to the peak and sprint to the next higher peak, Fang Yang, one of the two pillars of the Vacuum League, suddenly failed to prove his truth!

This news was like a bolt from the blue, causing their hearts to suffer a huge blow in an instant.

Obviously they still have a long way to go, and they still have to work hard to pursue a higher and farther realm.

They not only want to become saints, but also want to surpass the saintly realm, step into the realm of Hunyuan, and even kill into the chaos, compete with the demons in the chaos, and write their own glorious legends.

But now, Fang Yang's failure to prove the truth seems to be a cruel joke, ruthlessly mocking their dreams and pursuits. They don't want to believe it, and they are even more unwilling to believe this cruel fact.

However, the world of destiny is crumbling, the secret of heaven is revealed, and the world is sad. All kinds of visions are silently telling them: Fang Yang failed to prove the truth!

"Hahaha, I'm not wrong! He failed, just like Yuanshi Tianzun and Laozi, he failed!"

The face of the Styx Patriarch was full of gloating. Of course, if Yang Jiao failed to prove the truth, he would be even happier.

Yang Jiao, Fang Yang, and Jiang Ziya, these three people, not only made him give up the way of killing, but also forced him to prove the truth. Such hatred, he will never forget it anyway.

At this moment, although the Kunpeng Patriarch did not show a smile on the surface, it was not difficult to see from his relaxed demeanor that he was in a very happy mood.

This time, he wanted to see how Fang Yang could still protect Di Jun and Tai Yi. He had to let Di Jun and Tai Yi taste the taste of being accepted by the Recruiting Banner.

The two remaining old saints did not gloat over the misfortune. They were losers themselves and had no mood to laugh at another loser. Even from the perspective of the cultivators, they even felt a little regretful.

"Is everything really over like this?"

There was a deep light in the eyes of the Hongjun Patriarch. He stared at the picture sent back by the Heavenly Dao, but his heart was fluctuating like a turbulent wave.

He knew Fang Yang's secret better than anyone else-the two powerful saint clones, each of which had earth-shaking power. The existence of these two clones meant that Fang Yang still had two precious saintly fruits, which was enough for him to return to heaven and earth immediately.

However, at this moment, Patriarch Hongjun fell into deep contemplation.

He was not sure whether Fang Yang would choose to recycle Jiang Ziya and Yang Jiao's two clones to win another chance to prove his Dao. Fang Yang's ideas have always been wild and unconventional. Many times, even he could not see through them.

"But, even if he recycles his clones, what can he do?"

Patriarch Hongjun frowned, "Even the innate Pangu Dharma has been broken. That was his most powerful means, and now it no longer exists. Even if he has other means, can they be compared with the innate Pangu Dharma?"

Patriarch Hongjun's thoughts were flying in his mind, and he kept weighing various possibilities.

At this moment, Fang Yang's two clones turned their eyes to Buzhou Mountain. They quietly watched the interior of Buzhou Mountain, and everything there could not escape their eyes.

At the moment when the innate Pangu Dharma was broken, Zhou Qingfu, who had been practicing silently, realized the opportunity to prove his Dao. He stepped into the depths of Mount Buzhou without hesitation to make a breakthrough.

On a steep cliff, Zhou Qing sat cross-legged, his figure looking extremely firm in the moonlight.

His aura continued to rise like a volcano, and the twelve Dutian Demon God Banners revolved around him. Each of them seemed to contain endless magic power, faintly projecting the shadows of the twelve ancestor witches, as if these ancient witch gods were protecting him.

In Zhou Qing's Yuanshen, the Hongmeng purple air was stirring like a storm, and they continued to merge with his Yuanshen.

At the same time, there were also mysterious things in the void that continued to enter Zhou Qing's Yuanshen. These things seemed to contain the mysteries of heaven and earth, making Zhou Qing's Yuanshen more powerful. This fusion made Zhou Qing's Yuanshen constantly transform and gradually approach Pangu's Yuanshen.

As the fusion deepened, the twelve Dutian Demon God Banners seemed to have sensed Zhou Qing's changes, and they turned into streams of light and poured into Zhou Qing's body.

Zhou Qing only felt that his Taoism was advancing by leaps and bounds at this moment. He seemed to be able to touch the edge of the Heavenly Dao and feel the majestic power of Pangu Yuanshen. He could even feel that his body had been wrapped by the fragments of Pangu Yuanshen, which were constantly merging into his body, making his body stronger.

"I didn't expect that the day when Wusheng Sect Master failed to prove his Taoism was the day when I succeeded in proving my Taoism."

Zhou Qing's mouth curled up a little. Before this, he even thought that he would never have a chance to take revenge.

But what happened today gave him hope. He was making progress, and Fang Yang was regressing. One day, he would surpass Fang Yang and seek justice for himself.

The next moment, Zhou Qing completed the final transformation, and a terrible pressure emanated from his body: He, became a saint!

At the moment when Zhou Qing proved his sainthood, the whole prehistoric world was shaken.

The pressure emanating from his body swept through the stars like a raging tide, and even the most distant stars felt this suffocating power. In the boundless prehistoric world, countless creatures trembled at this moment, as if this power could shake the foundation of the entire universe.

As the divine light soared into the sky, the world seemed to be lit up, and the endless divine light was reflected in every corner, making the whole prehistoric world look solemn and sacred. And the mighty heavenly sound, like the call of the gods, impacted all directions, shocking all creatures.

The prohibition of Mount Buzhou, the barrier that once blocked the progress of countless strong men, was directly broken at this moment and no longer existed.

In the prehistoric world, a new secret appeared, which once again shocked the prehistoric world.

When Zhou Qing became a saint, Yang Jiao and Jiang Ziya laughed at the same time, and then they completely turned into nothingness, their souls and bodies disappeared, leaving only one sentence, echoing in the void.

"My path is complete!" (End of this chapter)