Hyperspace Transmigration

In the Zixiao Palace, the big silver eyes manifested by the Dao of Heaven have completely faded away, leaving only Hongjun sitting cross-legged in mid-air with a slightly pale complexion, his eyes are fixed on the scorpion in the palm of his hand. The blood-red light ball felt relieved.

"Nine Heads??"

Down below, the seven saints are very confused. They have never heard of this name since ancient times. What kind of Emperor Jiutou clan? Is it related to the human race?

Several saints muttered to themselves, their eyes were full of doubts when they looked in Hongjun's direction.

"Teacher, I don't know what kind of character this Nine Heads is. It is worth the teacher's personal action to resurrect him from the past?"

Daoist Tongtian carried four swords on his back, looked up at Hongjun and asked.

The same is true for other saints. Although they didn't ask, the meaning in the eyes is self-evident.

"Nine Heads?" Hongjun nodded, "It's my old friend!"

"It's just that the Tao is different."

Hongjun's old friend?

The complexions of the saints were taken aback? The existence that can be called an old friend by Daoist Hongjun has an extraordinary origin, but why haven't they heard of it?

Moreover, the aura of the Nine Heads is not that shocking, it is only the realm of the quasi-sage peak, how can it be worthy of Hongjun's old friend!

It's just that this question lingered in their hearts for a while and then melted away. They also guessed in their hearts that the Jiutou family probably existed in a certain ancient time, the era when Hongjun had not yet become the Taoist ancestor.

About that era, there are very few records, and there are not many rumors, so these saints naturally don't know.

Hongjun stood there looking at several apprentices, shaking his head in his heart, then raised his palm, and with a light touch, seven rays of light immediately entered the minds of the seven saints.

Immediately, a message appeared in the souls of the seven saints.

...

After a full moment, the seven saints raised their heads with strange expressions, and looked at the bloody light ball in Hongjun's palm with inexplicable eyes.

"It's actually the legendary Thai Emperor?"

Emperor Tai, a terrifying existence in the ancient times.

It is said that he was born in Xingmaxian Mountain, conceived by heaven and earth, with nine heads at birth, and each head is different, just like the great god Pan Gu, who has nine transformations.

Xingma Xianshan was bred in the primordial prehistoric and was born in the extreme east. The Emperor Tai rose from there, step by step to become one of the strongest in that era.

Today, the ancient times have been destroyed, and many histories have been annihilated in the long river of time. Even saints such as Lao Tzu cannot peep into that period of the past under the shackles of heaven.

In that era, the world was first opened, and the innate gods were born, each of them was unparalleled in the world, and they roamed the world. At that time, there were no races, only solitary individuals. Each individual was innately unparalleled and sacred, and each was extremely powerful. It is said that in that era, the center of heaven and earth was not Buzhou Mountain, but located in today's Western Territory. Somewhere in the area, there once stood a sky-reaching building that penetrated the sky and the earth, supporting the entire sky and the earth like a backbone.

In that era, there was no boundary division between heaven and earth, there was no heaven, no underworld, only a perfectly round continent.

It was an era full of myths, Hongjun Daozu was born here, and also rose here.

The Emperor Tai is also one of the legends of that era.

The information that Hongjun passed on to the seven saints did not introduce too much about the Emperor Tai, but simply described his origin and past, but the amount of information in it was amazing enough.

"Teacher, is everything recorded on it true??"

"Yes!" Hongjun nodded.

And the seven saints were even more shocked.

The Nine Heads of the Thai Emperor, one of the strongest myths in ancient times, was born with nine changes, just like Pangu. He rules the heavens, and is known as the strongest emperor, the oldest emperor. In order to prove the truth with his strength, he even tries to break the prehistoric world and break the shackles of heaven.

Then……

The Emperor Tai used his own power to cut off the tree that reached the sky, the sky and the earth collapsed, and the way of heaven manifested.

In the end, he lost the battle with Tiandao,

He fell on the banks of the Yellow River, and the blood spread along the Yellow River to the entire prehistoric region, giving birth to many lives, among which, the human race is one of the elves transformed by his blood.

The amount of information is not much, but the simple description is enough to shock the sage.

"So that's it. Is this why the Emperor Tai is called the Nine-headed Clan of the Human Emperor?"

Empress Dowager nodded.

She has great love for the world in her heart, and all spirits are the same in her eyes, and she naturally knows a lot about the human race.

The prehistoric human race has a large number base and reproduces vastly, but the birth period is too short and the number of strong people is too small, so it has always been one of the bottom of many races.

She once traveled to the human race as a mortal, and there is a custom among the human race that she remembers very clearly, that is, every time there is a festival, the human race will worship the ancestors of the heaven and earth, saying: "The emperor and the empress are on the earth...".

She also once asked the ancestors of the human race about the meaning of this sentence. Zeng Yun said: "Emperor Tianhoutu is the ancestors and gods. It is a tradition to worship the ancestors and worship the gods."

"It turns out that the legendary Thai Emperor is Huangtian, representing the ancestors of the human race?"

Human Emperor Jiutou Clan, the oldest emperor, the strongest emperor, the strongest emperor, now, under Hongjun's many schemes and arrangements, he will be revived from the past history at the expense of both sides.

It is too difficult to resurrect such an existence from under Tiandao's nose. If it weren't for the huge amount of merit that counteracted Tiandao and traumatized its origin, Hongjun would have nothing to do.

"Teacher, is your purpose of resurrecting him to prove success with strength?"

"Of course!" Hongjun nodded, "But today, Dao was hit hard and the restraints were loose. Even without my help, he can succeed!"

While speaking, he gently raised his hand, and pinched the blood-red light ball violently. Suddenly, a blood-colored energy storm exploded, rolling up a terrifying blood-colored vortex in the entire Zixiao Palace.

After a long time, the vortex slowly dissipated, and a tall middle-aged man stood there in front of Hongjun.

This is a stalwart and tall person, just by looking at him, there is a kind of supreme dignity rushing towards his face.

That is a kind of real nobility, which refers to the soul and comes from fate.

He stood there without moving, and his eyes were opened, but the seven saints felt a different kind of depression, like a dragon and a tiger, and it was breathtaking.

One must know that the Jiutou Clan is only at the pinnacle of the quasi-sage, and they have not yet reached the level of a saint.

"Wake up!"

Hongjun looked at the middle-aged man, waved his hand lightly, and a gray light suddenly shone from his hand.

It was at this moment that the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes.

"Hongjun??"