Chapter 123 The truth about why Hongjun divided the treasure
But others don’t know, but Hengming himself knows.

It's not as if he is just a person with a divine destiny. If he really is simply the inheritor of the fate of the demon god, it would be fine. After all, his origins can be revealed.

But there was always a doubt in his heart that could not be answered.

He now has a deep cultivation base and has almost figured out his past and present life.

In Heng Ming's previous life, Su Heng was a wisp of the soul of the fateful demon god who reincarnated into a human on Earth. Finally, because Pangu created the world, the Great Dao manifested three thousand demon gods to block the way. Only then was he summoned by the Great Dao and traveled through time and space in an inexplicable way.

But for some unknown reason, when he came to this great universe, the Destiny Demon had already been conceived and did not need his soul to return. This allowed him to survive, and even changed his name to Hengming and continued to live in the wilderness.

All of this seemed flawless, but the biggest flaw lay in the memory in his mind.

Why is everything he is experiencing now exactly the same as what he knew in his previous life?
Laozi, Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian, Nuwa, Jieyin, Zhunti, Hongyun, Zhenyuanzi, Dijun, Taiyi, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, first the calamity of ferocious beasts, then the calamity of dragons and phoenixes, and finally to the current calamity of witches and demons, why are everything so similar.

Since he is the reincarnation of a trace of the soul of the Fateful Demon God, then what happened to the last Fateful Demon God that he was resurrected again after death, and why did he die? Is it a common method for the Great Dao to block the way with three thousand demon gods?
But even if it is a common method, then why are the various legends on Earth so similar to everything in this great universe? Hengming originally thought that he had traveled through time to the ancient times of the Earth and experienced it again, but only today did he understand that the so-called past and future are nothing but an imagination.

If there was only the Avenue of Time in this universe, then traveling through the past and the future would not be impossible. But the problem is that there are endless avenues in this universe, and each avenue has no distinction between high and low. The so-called time is respected and space is king is nothing but a joke.

People who practice the Great Dao of Time may be able to peek into the past and the future, but it is simply impossible to travel through the past and the future, change history, or even change everything that has not happened yet. Even if there is a Hunyuan Daluo Time Golden Immortal in the prehistoric world today, he cannot reverse the prehistoric world backwards even a little bit.

Since this Dao Universe is a brand new universe, why can he know so many secrets? Why is the innate sacred being born exactly the same as the one he knew in his previous life, even word for word?
Hengming had long realized that everything he had encountered was like a mysterious fate, an endless cycle of reincarnation and repetition, and even he could only feel awe.

Hengming's face gradually became confused. No one knew what he was thinking at the moment. All they could hear was him whispering, "Please forgive me, Master. I didn't know."

Hongjun did not dwell on this question too much, but said meaningfully: "The past has become history and cannot be changed; the future has not yet become the present and cannot be grasped, and the present is what should be truly valued. You must not put the cart before the horse. You have a sacred destiny and do not need me to teach you this truth."

Before Hengming could recover from his shock, Hongjun said sternly, "I only have one question for you. Are you willing to be my teacher and my disciple?"

Heng Ming looked serious, prostrated himself on the ground, and said loudly: "Disciple is willing, thank you Master for accepting me as your disciple."

Hongjun also threw out a stream of Hongmeng purple air, which entered the Hengming Niwan Palace. Then he turned to Nuwa and said, "You were originally a sacred person of innate Yin. Later, you used your great perseverance, wisdom, and luck to forcibly change your Yin to the virtue of creation. In the future, you will perform a great act of creation, and your merits and virtues will be immeasurable. You will be my personal disciple. Are you willing?"

Nuwa was overjoyed and immediately bowed and said, "Thank you, teacher!"

Hongjun nodded slightly, waved out a ray of Hongmeng purple energy again, and turned to look at Zhunti Jieying. The two of them had already prepared to receive the Hongmeng purple energy bestowed by Hongjun and to worship Hongjun as their master, but Hongjun remained silent for a long time, and no one knew what he was thinking.

When some of the great gods behind them saw this, a glimmer of hope gradually ignited in their hearts. Could it be that the last two holy thrones did not belong to these two people, and they were also destined to get them?
Zhunti saw that the situation was not good, and immediately cried, "Master, please be merciful. The West has been in a state of decline since the Dragon and Phoenix Calamity. If it weren't for my brother and I working hard to govern, I'm afraid the West would have turned into ashes today. The decline of the West is beyond the control of the two of us. We must become saints to save the West. Please have mercy on us, Master!"

What Zhunti said was very clear. It was equivalent to saying that it was because of you, Rahu, fighting in the West that caused the West to decline. You are also responsible for this matter and must compensate us, the two current masters of the West.

Although it sounds a bit far-fetched, after all, if Hongjun had not eliminated Luohou in advance, the West would not be as devastated as it is now. It would probably have turned into a demon world long ago, completely dividing the prehistoric world and even endangering the land of the East.

Then naturally, these two Lords of the West would not come into the world. Even if they did, they would only transform into the bodies of demons, and at most become a small soldier under Luo Hou. There was no way they would be in such a free and easy situation as they are now.

So the gods present secretly cursed the two men for being shameless, but Hongjun nodded helplessly and said, "I do have a cause and effect with the West, that is, you two are the masters of the West... Well, I will accept you as my registered disciples. You two have great wisdom and perseverance, and you will be able to accomplish great things in the future. Then I will give you these two purple auras."

Afterwards, two more streams of primordial purple aura flew out from Hongjun's sleeves and merged into the bodies of the two men.

Many great gods were disheartened after seeing the seven primordial purple qi distributed. Hongjun had said that one was the beginning, seven was the peak, and nine was the extreme. The way of heaven would naturally only reveal nine saints. Seven primordial purple qi plus Hongjun meant that eight of the nine saints had been occupied, leaving only one saint. How could they not be disheartened?

But suddenly, a primordial purple aura appeared in Hongjun's hand again, and he said calmly: "I am now in harmony with the Way of Heaven, and it is of no use for me to occupy the position of a saint. So let's just rely on chance."

Under the blazing gazes of many great gods, this primordial purple energy slowly began to float, sometimes lingering around Bixia Yuanjun, sometimes flying to the hands of Minghe, sometimes wandering in the crown of the ginseng fruit tree, and sometimes floating beside the Chaos Bell.

Many great gods were so excited that they wanted to use their magical powers to capture him immediately, but Hongjun was watching them overhead. Since he had said that it all depends on chance, how dare they use their magical powers to snatch him away by force.

Finally, this primordial purple energy seemed to be attracted by something and suddenly drilled into Hong Yun's body. Hong Yun's consciousness was mixed with indescribable expressions, such as disbelief, ecstasy, recovery, etc.

It was unbelievable that I was the one who obtained this primordial purple energy.

He was ecstatic because he was able to obtain the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

He lost it and then recovered it because he was very regretful that he had given up the saintly position, thinking that he had lost the opportunity to ascend to heaven in one step. But in the end, a ray of primordial purple energy returned to his body. Wasn't that the heaven's way of showing that he was destined to be a saint!
Hong Yun, who was caught up in excitement, completely ignored the envy, jealousy, resentment, murderous intent and other looks in the eyes of the many great gods around him. Only Zhen Yuanzi remained sober. Although he was happy for his old friend, he did not let his guard down. He glanced at the several gazes around him and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

"It's bad. After those seven people obtained the Hongmeng Purple Qi, they were accepted as disciples by Daozu Hongjun. With this relationship, no matter how jealous others are, they dare not rashly fight for it. But Hongyun doesn't have this relationship!"

Just when Zhen Yuanzi wanted to remind Hong Yun to become his disciple, Hong Jun spoke again: "I will soon merge with the Heavenly Dao. The many spiritual treasures I obtained when I traveled in the wild in my early years are of no use to me. I will give them to you now, and it will not be considered as burying them."

The gods were suddenly shocked. Since they had no chance of becoming saints, it would be possible for them to obtain some spiritual treasures.

Hongjun stretched out his hand and grabbed a treasure map. This map was generated in black and white colors. The yin and yang fish were connected head to tail, and kept flowing. The Tai Chi energy was steaming up, showing the true meaning of morality. The whole body was surrounded by thousands of rays of light and auspicious colors. The prophecies of the Tao outside the map surrounded it, and the talismans of the Heavenly Dao inside the map were hidden in it. The five-colored light illuminated the mountains, rivers and earth, and the nine-colored auspicious energy shocked the heavens and the universe.

The picture shook slightly, and a vast golden bridge suddenly rushed out of the picture. Wherever the golden bridge passed, countless time and space were frozen, and the earth, water, fire and wind could not move. It was the Tai Chi diagram, one of the three treasures of the creation of the world.

In addition to this picture, there is also a flag flying out. This flag is 17 inches long and bright red in color. It is engraved with tens of thousands of divine fires from the ancient times. With a slight shake, countless divine fires appear, confusing the yin and yang, reversing the five elements, making all evils retreat, and making it immune to all kinds of attacks.

Daozu said to Laozi: "As the leader of the Three Pure Ones, you should have a treasure to protect yourself. Taiqing, you are my first disciple of Xuanmen. In the future, you should teach sentient beings and set an example for the prehistoric world. Now I will give you the innate treasure Taijitu and one of the innate five elements and five flags, the Southern Lidi Yanguang Flag."

Laozi thanked him profusely, took it with both hands, and gently stroked the patterns on the Tai Chi diagram. The Tai Chi diagram suddenly emitted divine light and moved without wind. The divine object was spiritual and it was obvious that the two were destined to be together.

Then Daozu made another casual move with his hand, and a chaos-colored banner jumped out. On the banner was a picture of a towering god holding a divine axe, ready to strike, staring quietly at the chaos in front of him. The chaos-colored banner seemed like an obstacle trapping the god, and it seemed that the god would strike out with the divine axe in the next moment, completely tearing apart the chaos and destroying the banner.

The banner swayed slightly, and countless chaotic air currents flowed out from its surface. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a mighty divine river. Every drop of river water was transformed from a wisp of chaotic air current.

Wherever the divine river went, it broke through the universe, reopened the heaven and earth, divided yin and yang, broke the five elements, tore apart the chaos, split time and space, and was even able to transform into countless chaotic sword energies that shot out in all directions. Even the Zixiao Palace showed signs of instability. It took Hongjun a slight snap of his fingers to stop the might of the great banner.

Behind the big banner, there was also a precious flag flying out quietly. This flag was also one foot and seven tenths of a foot high, similar to the flaming flag in the south, but this flag was apricot yellow in color. Countless Wu Ji essences were released and transformed into thousands of yellow lotuses, showing the style of the earth.

Daozu said to Yuanshi Tianzun, who was still sitting upright but whose eyes were beginning to become fiery, "You have a solemn character, are upright and upright, and value etiquette, so you should have a sharp weapon in your hand. This is Pangu Banner, one of the three treasures of the Creation of Heaven, and the most powerful weapon in the prehistoric world. With this treasure in your hand, it is enough for you to punish those who are disrespectful, so I will give it to you. This is the Central Jixinghuang Flag, one of the five flags of the innate five elements, and I will also give it to you."

Yuanshi Tianzun took the treasure with both hands, bowed his head and thanked him with a serious attitude, and then he studied the treasure carefully.

(End of this chapter)