Chapter 139: Deprivation of Daozu's Heavenly Dao Authority
This is the self-confidence of Taoist Patriarch Hongjun, deep and firm, like a rock that has remained unmoved for eternity.

There was a deep light flashing in his eyes, as if it could penetrate the endless sky and reach the unknown depths of chaos.

He has stood between heaven and earth since the beginning of time. After countless years, he has always been the biggest winner.

Is the Emperor of Heaven powerful?

Isn’t Pangu the Great Heavenly Venerable powerful?
The ancient world opened up by Pangu the Great Heavenly Venerable with his supreme divine power, the magnificent heaven and earth, the prosperity of all things, didn’t they all eventually belong to the hands of Tao Ancestor Hongjun?

The Demon Ancestor Rāhu, the powerful man who once made the heaven and earth tremble, his power is enough to shake the entire prehistoric world and subvert it with his own strength.

But in front of Daozu Hongjun, he was ultimately defeated, so thoroughly and so powerlessly.

He, the Taoist ancestor Hongjun, has always been the biggest winner and the final winner.

At this moment, Daozu Hongjun stood between heaven and earth, with a majestic figure and imposing aura like a rainbow.

He looked up at the endless sky, with a determined light in his eyes.

His voice was loud and firm, shaking people's hearts like thunder: "Fellow Daoist Tiandi, I am about to succeed, take charge of the Heavenly Dao, and control this great world. I admit that you are very powerful, but now, I am about to completely control the Heavenly Dao, and this great world will be in my hands. If you are willing to submit to me and work with me on great things, you and I will join hands and create a new era, an era that belongs to us."

The words of Daozu Hongjun were full of confidence and pride. This was the pride of being the number one person in the world, and it was the confidence and confidence accumulated over countless years.

His voice echoed between heaven and earth, as if to shatter the endless sky.

After Daoist Ancestor Hongjun united heaven and earth, he had been devouring the origin of Heaven's Dao. His power was constantly growing and expanding.

Now, he is about to completely control the Way of Heaven. At that time, he will be the Way of Heaven of the great world in the true sense.

He closed his eyes and felt everything in the world. The mountains, rivers, plants, insects, fish, and the breath of all things growing seemed to be under his control.

His heart was filled with anticipation and excitement, because he knew that moment was about to come.

He slowly opened his eyes, with a fiery light flashing in them.

He looked at the endless sky, as if he had already seen the new era, the era that belonged to his Taoist ancestor Hongjun.

This is the confidence of Taoist Hongjun. His confidence comes from his strength, but more importantly, from his wisdom and means.

He can turn his hand and clouds appear; he can turn his hand again and rain falls; even the laws of nature are subject to his control.

The Emperor of Heaven's gaze, like the deep starry sky, was cast calmly and indifferently at Daozu Hongjun.

His voice, like the sound of an ancient bell, echoed in the silent universe: "I also give Daozu a choice. If Daozu is willing to enter the heaven and rule the world with me, I will gladly accept it."

Daoist ancestor Hongjun had profound cultivation and was feared throughout the world, but at this moment, in front of the Emperor of Heaven, he seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force.

The Emperor of Heaven has a gaze as sharp as a torch. He can see through everything in the world and naturally can also understand the thoughts of Taoist Ancestor Hongjun.

He knew very well that Hongjun's joining would undoubtedly be a great help to the Heavenly Court and would greatly enhance the Heavenly Court's control.

This also means that the great world of prehistoric times will truly become part of the Heavenly Court, without any hidden dangers.

No matter how powerful Daozu Hongjun was, the Emperor of Heaven had no fear in his heart.

Because at this moment, he has surpassed the cognition of all living beings and has become the supreme "one", the "nothing", the source of all things, the beginning of origin, and the Tao itself.

He controls the rules of the universe and possesses endless power. He is the rules themselves, the Tao itself.

Although Taoism founder Hongjun united the heaven and earth and controlled the way of heaven, he was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree in front of the Emperor of Heaven and was insignificant.

The Emperor of Heaven smiled faintly, as if everything in the world was under his control.

He spoke again, his voice full of confidence and majesty: "Fellow Daoist Hongjun, you are wrong about one thing. My strength is not equal to yours, nor is it inferior to yours. But you are just a drop in the ocean in front of me. If you are willing to enter the Heavenly Court, I will work with you to achieve great things. If you persist in your delusion, then I will have no choice but to ..."

Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed in the Emperor's eyes.

"I am sending you back to the west."

The words of the Emperor of Heaven were as cold as ice, and every word revealed unquestionable confidence and determination.

His eyes were deep and indifferent; saints and Taoist ancestors seemed to be nothing but dust in his eyes.

The Emperor of Heaven indeed longed for a peerless powerhouse like Daozu Hongjun to join the Heavenly Court to add a strong stroke to his grand blueprint.

The strength of Daozu Hongjun is unfathomable. His joining will undoubtedly make the reputation of Heaven spread further and its strength reach a higher level.

However, if Daozu Hongjun is stubborn and insists on being an enemy of Heaven, then the Emperor of Heaven will show no mercy.

He knew very well that in this primitive world where the strong prey on the weak, in this universe, only absolute strength could make people fear and obey.

The Emperor of Heaven slowly raised his hand, with endless magical power condensed in his palm, as if he wanted to hold the entire universe in his palm.

Daozu Hongjun was startled for a moment, then laughed and said, "Interesting, interesting, Heavenly Emperor, you are the first person who dares to speak to me like this."

The figure of Daozu Hongjun stood motionless in the void, and a majestic aura rose from his body, surging like a vast river or sea.

His eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if they could see through all illusions.

At the same time, the Emperor of Heaven's momentum was no less than that of the other, and an almighty pressure enveloped all directions, as if all the heavens and worlds were under his control.

Two powerful forces met in the air, and a deafening roar instantly erupted, as if the heaven and earth were trembling at this moment.

The entire ancient world seemed to become shaky under the impact of this force, the earth cracked, the mountains and rivers collapsed, and it seemed as if it would collapse and disintegrate at any time.

And this is only a confrontation in momentum between Daozu Hongjun and the Emperor of Heaven; the real battle has not yet begun.

Daozu Hongjun looked at the Emperor of Heaven with a smile on his face. His voice was like a huge bell, echoing in the void: "Since that's the case, we have no choice but to fight and see who will dominate the future of the Great Desolate Continent."

His words were full of confidence and determination, as if he had foreseen the upcoming fierce battle.

The Emperor of Heaven had a blank expression on his face, his eyes were deep and cold, as if everything was within his expectations.

The two looked at each other for a long time, as if time had stopped at this moment.

The Emperor of Heaven stood at the top of the sky, his eyes were as sharp as torches, firm and persistent.

He knew very well that this battle concerned the future of the entire prehistoric world and his ambition to create a heavenly palace for all realms.

Therefore, he will never retreat, nor will he bow his head easily.

The same is true for Daoist Patriarch Hongjun. He has been planning for a long time, and is finally about to take control of the way of the great world at this critical moment.

He is full of longing and expectation for the future, and is fully aware of the importance of this battle. He will not bow his head easily, nor will he admit defeat easily.

The atmosphere between the two became increasingly tense, as if even the air had frozen. They both knew that only a battle could determine the future ruler of the great world.

This battle will determine their fate and the future of the entire prehistoric world.

Daoist Patriarch Hongjun took a deep breath, formed seals with his hands, and a powerful aura burst out from him.

There was a sharp light flashing in his eyes, as if he wanted to tear the figure of the Emperor of Heaven apart. He waved his hands, and powerful laws of the avenue bloomed in the air, like brilliant fireworks, illuminating the entire battlefield.

The Emperor of Heaven had a blank expression on his face. He moved and disappeared on the spot.

The next moment, he appeared above Daozu Hongjun and slapped out with one palm. Endless magic power condensed into a huge palm print, which slammed towards Daozu Hongjun fiercely.

The battle between the two became more and more intense, and every collision produced an earth-shaking roar.

The entire battlefield seemed to be shaking, as if it would collapse at any time.

With just a slight collision, Daozu Hongjun realized how powerful the Emperor of Heaven was.

This battle that shocked the world and made the ghosts weep was so powerful that it seemed to tear the sky apart, shock the underworld, and aroused deep vigilance among the saints.

The saints looked up at the sky and saw a brilliant light there, as if two stars were colliding violently, dazzling and brilliant, yet full of a solemn and murderous aura.

They secretly speculated in their hearts: "Is this a battle between His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven and Dao Ancestor Hongjun? These two supreme beings are actually engaging in such a fierce battle at this moment."

“I don’t know who will have the last laugh in this battle.
"A saint sighed softly, his words full of worry. After all, the outcome of this battle not only concerns the fate of all living beings in the prehistoric world, but is also closely related to the saints like them.

"Of course it must be His Majesty."

The old man of the Styx said in a decisive tone.

There was a firm light in his eyes, as if he had endless faith in the Emperor of Heaven.

All the saints were watching this battle silently, their emotions fluctuating like the waves of the ocean.

They knew that the outcome of this battle would determine the future of the entire prehistoric world and the fate of these saints.

The battle continued. In the sky, two figures crossed each other like meteors. Every collision caused a loud noise that shook the world, as if it was going to tear the whole world apart. The surrounding space was distorted, and time seemed to have stopped.

The saints stared at the two figures, their hearts filled with tension and anticipation.

They knew that the outcome of this battle would be the end of one era and the beginning of another.

In the past, Daozu Hongjun has always dominated the situation of the prehistoric continent. So what about the future?
The Emperor of Heaven stood at the top of the sky, overlooking the Taoist Hongjun below, his eyes full of indifference and determination.

He spoke slowly, his voice like the sound of an ancient bell, distant and deep: "Okay, Hongjun, this fight should end."

Before he finished speaking, the figure of the Emperor of Heaven began to change. He seemed to merge into the endless void and transformed into three thousand great ways.

He stood on the long river where time, space and fate intertwined, his figure was ethereal, unknowable and invisible.

He is "one", the beginning of all things, the source of all living beings, and the origin of the Great Way.

He embraces everything, yet transcends everything. He is the most mysterious existence in the universe.

He is "nothing", as if he has never existed, yet he is everywhere.

His existence transcends worldly perception, and even a strong man like Daozu Hongjun finds it difficult to capture his trace.

According to the perception of Daozu Hongjun, the Emperor of Heaven no longer exists in any time or space.

Daozu Hongjun's attack swept in like a violent storm.

But in this endless river of time and space and destiny, it is like a drop in the ocean, disappearing without a trace.

His attacks could hardly touch the ethereal figure of the Emperor of Heaven.

Tangible skills cannot touch things that do not exist.

The Emperor of Heaven, on the other hand, is like a god who controls everything. He stands in the long river of time, space and destiny, with one figure after another reflected from the void.

Each of these figures exudes a different aura, but they all embody the will of the Emperor of Heaven.

The Three Thousand Great Daos, like the three thousand worlds, transformed into the Three Thousand Great Dao River, pressing down towards Daoist Ancestor Hongjun.

Daoist ancestor Hongjun, who had always been calm and composed and able to plan strategies, now showed an unprecedented look of astonishment for the first time on his face, accompanied by a bit of resentment that was hard to conceal.

He asked himself: Is the gap really so big?
How powerful is the Emperor of Heaven now?
Is it enough to be on par with Pangu the Great Heavenly Venerable?
Daozu Hongjun asked himself that he had never been defeated. He was always the final winner. During those endless years, he always stood at the top, overlooking all living beings.

However, today, facing the Emperor of Heaven, he felt unprecedented powerlessness and despair.

Daozu Hongjun took a deep breath. He knew that he had to go all out.

Thus, he activated the origin of the Heavenly Dao of the great world. At this moment, he was completely integrated with the Heavenly Dao. He was the Heavenly Dao, and the Heavenly Dao was him.

He has completely devoured the origin of the Heavenly Dao and has completely taken control of the Heavenly Dao.

Daoist Patriarch Hongjun raised his head to the sky and shouted, "Hahahaha! I have accomplished it! I have accomplished it! Heaven will suppress all those who disobey me."

In the past, the Tao was for Hongjun, but Hongjun was not the Tao of Heaven.

The Taoist founder Hongjun was limited by the laws of nature.

And now, he has reached a whole new realm—the Way of Heaven is Hongjun, and Hongjun is the Way of Heaven.

In this vast world, every thought can move all things;

Every blade of grass and every tree is under his control.

Daozu Hongjun mobilized all his strength to mobilize the origin of the Heavenly Dao of the prehistoric world, trying to use it to suppress the Emperor of Heaven.

However, to his shock, no matter how hard he tried, the Emperor seemed to stay out of it and was unaffected by anything.

He had no idea what realm the Emperor of Heaven was in now.

It seems unknowable and invisible, transcending time and space, fate, the tangible and the intangible.

Just when Daozu Hongjun was in doubt.

The voice of the Emperor of Heaven sounded slowly. Although the voice was soft, it was full of majesty and could not be questioned: "In the name of the Emperor of Heaven, I deprive Hongjun of the authority of the Heavenly Dao."

(End of this chapter)