Prehistoric: Starting from Foolish Old Man Moving Mountains

While Patriarch Kunpeng and Gonggong were reminiscing about the past, Yang Jiao had already retreated a lot, keeping himself away from the two of them.

"You two, from now on, it's better for us to stay apart. The opportunity here can only be obtained by one person."

No matter what the core treasure of the demon clan is, the three of them will have a big fight. Therefore, it is better to distance yourself in advance.

When Gonggong and Kunpeng Patriarch heard this, their faces showed strange expressions. They had long known that Yang Jiao was very cautious, but they did not expect that Yang Jiao would be so cautious.

"Fellow Taoist Yang Jiao is right. The three of us are enemies, not friends. There is absolutely no reason to act together."

"Haha, a certain family also wants to see whose hands the most important thing in the demon clan's treasure house will fall."

Yang Jiao's words were exactly what they wanted.

The three of them are in a tripartite state. Everyone is worried that the other two will join forces to deal with them, and separation is the best situation.

Ancestor Kunpeng soared into the sky and entered the depths of the starry sky world, never to be seen again.

Ancestor Kunpeng left as soon as he said so. Yang Jiao and Gonggong had no friendship. They didn't even say hello, they just chose their own directions and left.

All three of them knew in their hearts that peace was only temporary. When they arrive at the place of inheritance, a big war will definitely break out between the three of them.

Unless someone is willing to withdraw from the battle for opportunity, but this is impossible.

Yang Jiao found a star, landed on it, and immersed his mind in the Chaos Clock.

He wants to communicate with the Chaos Bell again and get the location of the inheritance from Zhong Ling.

Although the bell spirit of the Chaos Clock is a bit stubborn, Yang Jiao already has some words to convince it. As long as the blank check is written well, there is no wall that cannot be dug down.

The Chaos Bell is one of the Three Treasures of the Open Sky. Its interior is not empty, but a huge world. The laws of this world are complete, the avenue is perfect, and the sun, moon, stars, flowers, grass, trees, creatures, and spirits are all there.

The bell spirit of the Chaos Bell is the way of heaven in this world. Within this world, it has the same strength as a saint.

However, because it is a magic weapon, it is restricted by the Great Dao and cannot digest external resources, let alone expand its own world.

As soon as Yang Jiao's thoughts entered the interior of the Chaos Bell, he felt a huge pressure. If he hadn't been the master of the Chaos Bell, he would have been forced out by this force immediately.

However, since he is the owner of the Chaos Bell, no matter how much Zhong Ling dislikes him, there is nothing he can do to him.

"Chaos Clock, I want to talk to you."

Yang Jiao looked at the East Emperor Palace where the Chaos Bell lived in the depths of the void.

Chaos Clock, this guy, has been following him for hundreds of thousands of years, but he is still a white-eyed wolf who never forgets Taiyi.

Yang Jiao couldn't understand it. An innate treasure didn't want to transform into a human being or break away from its master's control. Instead, it only wanted to think about its previous master. This was too hopeless.

"Junior, I have nothing to talk about with you. It's best for you to leave and don't make me get angry. Once I get angry, it will definitely hurt your vitality just like last time."

In the Donghuang Palace, there sat a young man with fine features and elegant demeanor. He was wearing the same uniform of the Demon Emperor as Tai.

His voice came down with three-quarters of coercion and seven-cents of threat, and he did not regard Yang Jiao as his master at all.

Yang Jiao didn't care about this. After obtaining the inheritance of the demon clan, he will go to the Destiny World, gather the three forces of the Immortal Heart Lamp, the God Altar, and the Destiny World, and forcibly refine the Chaos Bell.

A magic weapon is placed on such a high shelf that if you don't give it any color, its tail will be raised to the sky.

Yang Jiao turned a deaf ear to the threat of the Chaos Bell. In a flash, he entered the Donghuang Palace and sat opposite the elegant young man.

"Why are you doing this? I am not your enemy, but your master."

Seeing this, the elegant young man said coldly: "Master, you are worthy. My master is Taiyi, the first person among saints. With your level of cultivation, are you qualified to be my master?"

The elegant young man's words were equivalent to stamping Yang Jiao's face into the ground and spitting after stamping on it. However, Yang Jiao was very calm.

"Master? You are an innate treasure, and your status is comparable to that of a saint, but you are willing to be the magic weapon of the first person under the saint. You are really promising."

Yang Jiao looked at the elegant young man with contempt and said mockingly.

The elegant young man was not convinced by Yang Jiao's words and retorted.

"Hmph, how can you understand Taiyi's great talent and strategy? What you see is only the three-acre land of Jiejiao, and you can't see other scenery at all. You can only do this in your entire life. As a leader of the Jiejiao religion, you will never be able to dominate the world and be worshiped by all living beings like Taiyi."

Yang Jiao couldn't help laughing when he heard this.

A weapon spirit trapped in a magic weapon laughed at a Jie Jiao leader, saying that the Jie Jie leader was sitting in a well and looking at the sky. Why did he think that Zhong Ling was deceived by Tai Yi?

"Maybe! But I think it would be great to be the leader of Jie Cult."

The elegant young man shook his head repeatedly, sighed, and looked at Yang Jiao several times with pity.

"Sure enough, even if you become a great supernatural power, your vision is still so short-sighted. If you can have half the aspirations and ambitions of Taiyi, I will give you some opportunities. But, it doesn't matter if you can't be the first person among the saints. If you don’t have any ambitions, you will be satisfied with a small leader. I will never recognize you as my master, so you will give up.”

He continued to taunt, looking sideways and vertically, but Yang Jiao didn't like it.

Yang Jiao suddenly interrupted him: "So, shouldn't you be the one who has no ambition? The owners of the Tai Chi diagram, Pangu Banner, Qiankun Ding, and the Six Paths of Samsara are all saints, but you are willing to recognize the existence below the saint as your master."

Among all the owners of the innate treasures, only the owner of the Chaos Bell died. The Chaos Bell is still here, saying that Taiyi has great ambitions and is the first person under the saint.

Yang Jiao just wants to wake up the Chaos Bell and let it know how unbearable it is.

However, Yang Jiao was wrong. Chaos Bell was so thoroughly brainwashed by Taiyi that he simply could not listen to Yang Jiao's good advice.

"What do you know?"

The elegant young man continued to despise Yang Jiao, "When Taiyi transformed, he was just an ordinary Daluo Jinxian. He was not a genuine Pangu, and did not inherit the legacy of Pangu's father, so he could only rely on himself to fight in the prehistoric world. From Daluo Jinxian, to Quasi-Sage, to Great Divine Power, and then to the first person under the Saint, do you know how hard Taiyi worked? You were born with a good fate. You were first reincarnated as the nephew of the Emperor of Heaven, and then became a disciple of the Saint. How can someone like you understand the greatness of Taiyi?"

After listening to the elegant young man's words, Yang Jiao was silent. For a moment, he was speechless.

What the elegant young man said seemed to make a lot of sense!