Chapter 23 Taiyi Golden Immortal
Hengming traveled through the void all the way, and it took three thousand years before he arrived at the prehistoric continent.

Hengming saw that he had finally set foot on the mainland and couldn't help but sigh, "It's said that Sun Wukong traveled 108,000 miles with one somersault. I don't know how many tens of millions of miles I have traveled in an instant, and I traveled through the void. It took me thousands of years to get from the sea to the mainland. I don't know how dilapidated the world was in later generations, so it took Sun Wukong twelve years to get from Huaguo Mountain to Bodhi Patriarch's door."

But now that they had finally arrived at the prehistoric world, Hengming didn't want to think about those trivial things anymore, and quickly found a place where the veins of the earth gathered and began to build the Island of Destiny.

The ancient continent and the sea are indeed two completely different worlds. There are magical flowers and rare herbs growing everywhere, spiritual energy is like rain, and even the veins of the earth are like loaches that can be seen everywhere. If you look around, you can find dozens of blessed places. Some of the elixirs there have some effect on your current life.

Hengming was delighted to see the prey, and quickly placed these magical flowers and rare herbs on the Fate Island. This was his birthplace, so naturally the richer the better.

The Fate Island, which was dozens of miles in size, slowly landed on the primitive land, and then began to take a deep breath like a person who had been drowning for a long time. The majestic spiritual energy began to gather like a whirlpool, nourishing the already slightly barren land of the Fate Island.

Countless earth veins also slowly merged into the Island of Fate, and began to continuously construct spiritual veins and shape spiritual mines.

These are all the foundation. If Fate Island is allowed to absorb spiritual energy slowly and spontaneously, it would take tens of thousands of years to achieve such an effect. But now with the Primordial Continent as the object of absorption, it is natural that the effort of tens of millions of years can be completed in an instant.

Heng Ming shook his head and said, "It is said that the sea is vast and has countless treasures, but it is quite different in the prehistoric world. After all, the great god Pangu first created the continent and then the ocean. There are countless great gods in the prehistoric continent, but apart from the three ancestral dragons, there is only one great god overseas, the King of the East."

What Hengming said is not wrong. Just to say, Mount Buzhou gave birth to Nuwa, Fuxi and the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Mount Kunlun, which is second only to Mount Buzhou, gave birth to the Three Pure Ones and the Queen Mother of the West.

With the vastness of the four seas, the innate gods that were born there are only comparable to the Kunlun Mountains on the prehistoric continent. This also shows how barren the four seas are.

Hengming is a person from later generations. He was transformed from a trace of the soul of the Destiny Demon God. He was summoned by the Great Dao and came to the prehistoric world. He is fundamentally different from most of the prehistoric gods. He just has a sacred title of innate destiny, and cannot be regarded as a great god born in the four seas.

What's more, he has already planned to leave Sihai and settle down on the mainland. He has no feelings for Sihai. At most, he will conquer it back when he becomes strong.

Watching that Fate Island was still absorbing spiritual energy and earth veins, Hengming sat cross-legged in the void and began to deduce his own skills.

"The great Dao is mysterious and unknowable. Only by spending immeasurable amounts of time can one gain a hint of the mystery. All kinds of great Dao insights are the foundation of the practice and are the seeds of oneself."

Hengming closed his eyes, and mysterious fluctuations emanated from his body. He seemed to have his eyes closed, but he could see everything in the world. In his eyes, every person was covered with endless silk threads. These threads controlled all living beings, making them unable to do whatever they wanted, but to follow the arrangements of the silk threads.

These threads are called destiny.

A blurry large picture slowly unfolded. On this large picture, a wheel of life was constantly rotating. The vast power of destiny was drawn by these two spiritual treasures, and the mystery of destiny was fully displayed in front of Hengming.

Moreover, a broken jade disc flew out and turned slightly, and a complete law of destiny emerged. At this moment, even the destiny map and the wheel of destiny cheered involuntarily, and immediately attached themselves to the piece of jade disc, and began to continuously make up for their own shortcomings.

The Jade Disc of Creation is the most crucial of Pangu’s three treasures. Pangu can live without the Axe of Creation or the Green Lotus of Chaos, but he absolutely cannot live without the Jade Disc of Creation.

The Jade Disc of Creation is where the Great Dao resides and is an incarnation of the Great Dao. Otherwise, it would be impossible for it to contain three thousand complete laws of the Great Dao.

Hengming suddenly had many insights in his mind. He did not bother to deduce the skills and slowly exhaled an unknown gas. This gas disappeared without a trace as soon as it was exhaled, but all the creatures within a radius of ten thousand miles felt uncomfortable, as if they were bound by something, but in the blink of an eye, this feeling disappeared, and then they continued to practice and fight, as if nothing had happened.

But for Hengming, this was a crucial realization, because it was an opportunity for him to face his fate.

"If you want to control the fate of all living beings, you must experience the fate of all living beings personally, in the name of all living beings." Heng Ming murmured.

The immortal gold nature in his body became more intense, and would eventually completely immerse his entire body in that immortal gold color. When completely immersed, he would become a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

Hengming was unaware of this and didn't care at all. What he had to do now was to practice the law of destiny.

"Everything is false. Only the eternal avenue is real. The so-called cultivation is nothing more than refining the false into the real, using the false to refine the real body. The real is real and the fake is fake, the fake is fake and the real is real. The real is also fake and the fake is also real. The illusions of the world are nothing more than this."

Lines of understanding flowed through Hengming's heart. The air he had just exhaled had turned into the fate of all living beings within a thousand miles. Now, as long as he wanted, a thought could make them completely return to nothingness.

The feeling of controlling his destiny made him feel extremely happy. This was his nature and his instinct. All he had to do was to dominate all living beings.

If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. If you control the fate of all living beings, you must naturally bear the weight of all living beings.

A tremendous pressure arises spontaneously. This is a test of destiny by the law of fate, and it is also a test for everyone who tries to control destiny. If the test succeeds, everyone will be happy. If the test fails, then sorry, the only option is death.

This pressure ignored all of Hengming's defenses and pressed directly on his heart, to see if he had the ability to bear the weight of all living beings.

Hengming's brows drooped even more. He looked like the Buddha of later generations, unwilling to see the suffering of all living beings, or like a proud god, disdaining to see all living beings wailing. Between disdain and unwillingness, there is only a fine line of thought.

"What qualifications do you have to control the fate that is hard to come by in the ages?"

"What qualifications do you have to control those beings who pursue freedom?"

"What qualifications do you have to manipulate the irreversible trend?"

A sound that could not be produced by any method rang in Hengming's ears. It was the voice of fate, the voice of all living beings, and the question of fate to his soul.

Hengming's expression remained unchanged. He just said one sentence: "I am Hengming, the Lord of Destiny. No matter what the future holds, no matter what the outcome, I am the eternal Lord of Destiny."

The sound of fate that kept ringing slowly stopped, and finally suddenly turned into a long river of fate that poured into his body. The immortal golden nature that had been increasing rapidly now continued to grow at an even crazier rate, until within his mind, the soul that was exactly the same as Hengming's body gradually turned into a golden little man, and a breath of perfection emanated from Hengming.

The Taiyi Golden Immortal has been achieved.

(End of this chapter)