Western Continent
Dragons, Phoenixes, and Qilin are at war. A Qilin kills a Phoenix, and then a Dragon kills that Qilin. It's total chaos.
A sea of blood and mountain of corpses has been created from this war.
In the sky,
A golden, nine-clawed Divine Dragon with blood-colored eyes, a red-feathered Phoenix, and a Qilin are looking at each other.
If their looks could kill, then they should have died a million times.
With a roar, a golden claw falls from the sky, and its target is the Phoenix's head. But a red claw stops it. In the next moment, a Divine mountain falls from heaven, targeting the Dragon and the Phoenix.
In an instant, three big shots start fighting with each other.
Heaven shakes, and the land begins to break.
This is the era of the three clans or the calamity of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin.
Every calamity takes away trillions of lives, and every calamity starts because of karma.
When a calamity begins, those who have karma will die.
There is a saying: when God fights, the innocent suffer, just like now.
In a corner of the Western continent, a group of demons is running, chased by two dragons and a phoenix that are fighting.
At that moment, a fireball falls on those demons, and they perish without even knowing why they are dead.
It's happening in every corner of the Western continent.
It's like the end of the world.
Crying and despair shake the heavens.
Some innocent demons look at the sky, and their gaze is asking the Dao, "If there is a heaven, why are we dying like this?"
But they shall all be despondent because the Dao of Heaven only gives punishment and rewards.
And because of the death of them, the karma of the dragon, phoenix, and qilin is becoming heavier and heavier.
But it's not time to end this war; the war shall go on.
While the Western Continent drowned in blood, far above on ziwei star
In an egg, a young man was sitting in a meditation posture.
His eyes were closed.
He opened his eyes and said to himself,
"Is it time?"
He took a long breath and relaxed.
"If I weren't in a deep sleep, I would have died from boredom. How can a person stay alive for billions of years just sitting there, doing nothing?
But now, what should I do? I calculated the timeline; it's the era of the Dragon Han calamity.
I have to wait 1 billion years; alas, it's too long.
In my previous life, people would do anything for immortality, but I am now immortal, so what should I do?
And the big problem is I can't go anywhere from here."
This b***ard is Ziwei. He was an ordinary person in his previous life, but by an unknown power, he was transmigrated and is now the great Emperor Ziwei, the eldest son of Pangu.
His route is top-notch because he was born from Pangu's heart, essence, blood, and primordial spirit.
His bloodline law is the Law of Power, the strongest law under the Great Dao, but for some unknown reason, his law was converted to the Law of Emperor.
In the past or present, there has been nobody in Chaos or Honghuang who governs or cultivates the Law of Emperor.
Why? You shall know it in the future, and why his bloodline law is the Law of Emperor, you will also know in the future.
Our main character, Ziwei, naively believes that he received the Law of Emperor from Pangu.
Some time later,
"How could this ancient god cultivate for millions of years? I can't even sit still for a few moments," Ziwei muttered to himself in annoyance.
"Oh right, I could refine my companion treasures. I hope it won't be as boring as cultivation."
With a thought, a bell, a ruler, and a map came out from his body.
These three are Ziwei's companion treasures: the Chaos Bell, the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler, and the Star Map.
Chaos Bell: a supreme innate treasure with 50 innate restriction; it was created from the Pangu Axe.
Hongmeng Measuring Ruler: a supreme merits treasure with 50 restriction; it was created from 10% creation merits.
Star Map: a high-grade innate treasure with 49 restriction.
You could say that Ziwei is very rich because in Honghuang, there are only three innate supreme treasures and only two merit supreme treasures that exist.
After taking out those treasure Ziwei was not shocked because he had known it long ago.
"In my previous life, in myth, the Chaos Bell was a companion treasure of Donghuang Taiyi. It should be because Ziwei was dead before he could come out, and for that reason, the emperor's aura was given to Di Jun, Taiyi by heavenly dao .
I don't know why Ziwei was dead. If I hadn't transmigrated into Ziwei's body, then Ziwei would surely be dead.
Why I'm saying this is because before my transmigration, Ziwei was already dead.
How his soul was dead, like he didn't have any intelligence, or he was in a coma, I don't know.
It was a big mystery.
Whatever, I don't care."
After talking to himself, Ziwei started to refine the treasures.
As time slowly passed, Ziwei gradually adapted to his situation.
He was originally a normal human, so sitting and cultivating for a million billion years was a torture. But as his soul merged with Ziwei's original soul, he became something new—not a human, not a god, nor a demon.
Why am I saying this? Because consciously, he is human, but unconsciously, he is a god.
He can cultivate for a long time but also feels bored day by day as he adapts. However, this time was very hard for him.
Can you imagine you're sleeping, and somehow you wake up in an unknown palace? You are now immortal, but the problem is you can't go anywhere; you have to sit in a small palace for billions of years.
If Ziwei's soul had not merged, he would surely be dead because of this inhuman torcar.
On an unknown day,
purple mist came from the east.
A silver moon hung high in the western sky, and moonlight fell to the land like rain. In the east, golden sunlight emerged.
In the middle of the sky, a purple star shone brightly like the sun, emitting purple light in all directions—nothing but purple everywhere.
What a beautiful sight this is!
Dang,
dang,
dang—
the heavenly Dao bell rings out nine times.
In Honghuang, all great beings look up to the sky.
All weak cultivators started kneeling.
A grand, majestic, and dignified voice came from the Purple Emperor Star.
The Great Dao is above;
heaven, earth, and humanity are equal. Father Pangu is the creator.
With an axe, my father cut down 3,000 chaos demons and gods. He single-handedly created this Honghuang. Today, I, Emperor Ziwei, the eldest son of Pangu and ruler of the Heavenly Court, have been born.
Boom!
Dang!
Dang!
Dang!
The Great Dao bell rings.
Golden lotuses fall from chaos.
This is the blessing of the Great Dao.