64: Chapter 64 A Single Word Confers the Title of Heavenly Venerable

Slap!

Yuanshi backhanded Tongtian across the forehead and rebuked him, "Shut your mouth! With that look on your face, how can you claim to have a fated connection with the Creation Green Lotus? This treasure clearly has a fated connection with Senior!"

Immediately after, Laozi also struck him with a palm, his face full of sorrow and anger, hating him for failing to live up to expectations.

Having been struck twice, Tongtian suddenly snapped out of it and realized his slip of the tongue; his face instantly turned as pale as paper.

Laozi and Yuanshi immediately turned to Jiang Chen and bowed. Laozi said urgently, "Just now, Tongtian's mind was disturbed by the treasure and his words were inappropriate. We beg Senior to forgive him." Tongtian also lowered his head and bowed, his expression terrified and his body trembling slightly.

Jiang Chen's expression remained unchanged as he quietly watched the Three Pure Ones.

Seeing him remain silent, the Three Pure Ones grew increasingly nervous. Cold sweat rolled down their foreheads, and their bodies trembled slightly.

Laozi and Yuanshi cursed Tongtian in their hearts for not knowing when to advance or retreat, being someone who was more of a hindrance than a help.

Looking at the three of them trembling with fear, Jiang Chen felt a bit amused. How could he not know that this Creation Green Lotus was indeed fated to be with the Three Pure Ones? It was even the key item for their future path to enlightenment.

"This Creation Green Lotus indeed has a fated connection with Tongtian," Jiang Chen finally spoke, his tone calm.

As soon as these words were spoken, the Three Pure Ones' bodies stiffened and their faces turned even paler, thinking that Jiang Chen was mocking them in anger.

Tongtian waved his hands repeatedly, his face ashen and his voice trembling, "Second Brother is right. This junior's virtue is shallow; how could I dare to say I have a fated connection with the Green Lotus? I beg Senior's forgiveness!"

Laozi and Yuanshi hurriedly echoed, "Please appease your anger, Senior!"

The corner of Jiang Chen's mouth twitched imperceptibly as he thought: I didn't expect the three of you to be such good actors.

"Enough!" Jiang Chen's voice turned cold as he pointed at the Creation Green Lotus in the air. "This item is useless to me, but for you Three Pure Ones, it is indispensable."

As his voice fell, the Green Lotus drifted toward the Three Pure Ones on its own and floated quietly before them.

"Look up closely. What do you see in your eyes?" Jiang Chen asked.

The Three Pure Ones looked up hesitantly and stared at the Green Lotus. An indescribable sensation suddenly welled up in their hearts, and they blurted out involuntarily:

"Red flower!"

"White lotus root!"

"Green lotus leaf!"

Just as the three finished speaking, the Creation Green Lotus disintegrated with a boom—

The red flower transformed into a rainbow and flew out, landing in Laozi's hand and morphing into a simple, ancient walking stick;

The white lotus root soared into the air and landed in Yuanshi's palm, condensing into a warm Jade Ruyi;

The green lotus leaf swirled over and merged into Tongtian's hand, transforming into a longsword surrounded by green light—the qingping sword.

The Three Pure Ones looked at the items in their hands, momentarily stunned, their souls shaken.

At this moment, Jiang Chen's voice suddenly rang out like a great bell shaking the nine heavens, echoing through the Major Thousand Worlds:

"Red flower, white lotus root, and green lotus leaf; the Three Pure Ones are originally one family."

The Three Pure Ones' bodies shook violently, and they involuntarily repeated in unison, "Red flower, white lotus root, and green lotus leaf; the Three Pure Ones are originally one family."

Jiang Chen's expression was solemn as he raised his hand and pointed at the three of them. His voice was like thunder, its pressure weighing down on heaven and earth:

"In the name of the Patriarch of the Pangu Clan, I confer upon you Three Pure Ones the titles of the Three Great Heavenly Venerables of my Pangu lineage!"

"Taiqing, you are the Daode Tianzun!"

"Yuanshi, you are the Yuanshi Tianzun!"

"Tongtian, you are the Lingbao Tianzun!"

"Taiqing, you are the Daode Tianzun!"

"Yuanshi, you are the Yuanshi Tianzun!"

"Tongtian, you are the Lingbao Tianzun!"

Jiang Chen's voice was like primordial thunder, piercing through the void. The heavens and the universe resonated with it, the myriad worlds shook, and the Great Dao hummed in unison.

Before his voice faded, a vast and boundless river suddenly appeared behind Jiang Chen. That river flowed with golden light, its form flickering between reality and illusion as if it pierced through time and space, containing an indescribable, majestic pressure.

This was precisely the River of Luck of the Pangu Clan. Although Jiang Chen was a zombie and did not follow the usual path of cultivation, nor did he dabble in the laws of luck, because he was the Patriarch of the Pangu Clan, recognized by heaven and earth, and the unifier of their luck, this river was under his control.

Once the River of Luck appeared, all the Pangu clansmen on the Great Wilderness felt it. Their minds shook, and they all turned their gazes toward the direction of Mount Buzhou.

In the Central Great Wilderness, within the territory of the Silver Moon Sky Wolf Clan.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were leading a massive Pangu Clan army, aggressively invading the core heartland of the Silver Moon Sky Wolf Clan. At this moment, the Patriarch of the Silver Moon Sky Wolf Clan was in Zixiao Palace listening to the true sounds of the Great Dao. With the clan's leadership absent, the Twelve Ancestral Witches took the opportunity to launch a surprise attack, intending to wipe out their foundation in one fell swoop.

Previously, they had successively swept through the ancestral lands of more than ten ancient races, achieving great results and reaping a bountiful harvest.

Having just occupied the Silver Moon Sky Wolf Clan's territory, the Twelve Ancestral Witches' hearts suddenly shook. They felt a mysterious sensation and one by one looked up toward Mount Buzhou.

"This is... the fluctuation of our Pangu Clan's River of Luck!" Zhu Jiuyin blurted out in shock.

"The River of Luck can only be commanded by the Patriarch. Could it be—the Patriarch has appeared at Mount Buzhou?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the faces of the Ancestral Witches were filled with uncontrollable excitement and wild joy.

"Then, are we still going to continue looting?" Zhu Rong asked, scratching his head.

Di Jiang raised his hand and slapped him on the head, rebuking, "Loot what? Do you not want your life? Set off immediately to return to Mount Buzhou to see the Patriarch!"

Immediately, Di Jiang gave a loud command: "All clansmen, hear my order! Pack up quickly and return to Mount Buzhou at once to pay respects to the Lord Patriarch!"

"By your command!"

A unified shout echoed through the sky.

Knowing that they were about to meet the Patriarch, all the Pangu Clan warriors present were boiling with excitement. Although most of them were third or fourth-generation descendants who had never seen Jiang Chen with their own eyes, they had heard his name since birth—the courage that opened the heavens and the earth, the might that suppressed ten thousand races; they had long since revered him as their supreme faith.

The Pangu Clan moved like the wind. In a few moments, they had plundered all the rare materials and spirit-ore treasures within the Silver Moon Sky Wolf Clan. The army then withdrew, leaving behind a group of stunned and tearful remnants of the Silver Moon Sky Wolf Clan.

"This isn't fighting a war; this is clearly a group of bandits—!" A Silver Moon Sky Wolf powerhouse with a face full of bruises wailed toward the sky.

Bandits? It was more than that. The Sky Wolf Mountain Range, which was originally filled with spiritual energy and beautiful scenery, was now barren and devastated, as if it had been plowed over ten times.

Meanwhile, at the foot of Mount Buzhou.

As the River of Luck descended, the Three Pure Ones' bodies shook violently. A brilliant light of luck flew out from each of their bodies, shooting straight into the sky and merging into that golden river.

In an instant, the Three Pure Ones were bathed in ten thousand zhang of radiance. Dense power of luck surrounded them, accompanied by colorful clouds and auspicious mists. The three looked like gods descending to the world, solemn and awe-inspiring.

"Their luck has completely merged with the clan's luck!" Emperor Fengdu whispered in shock.

He was no stranger to the path of luck. Back when he was Luo Hou, he had personally participated in that soul-stirring struggle for luck during the primordial era. He had also been blessed with luck and knew its mysteries deeply.

Luck could not only accelerate the cultivation process but also enhance one's perception of the laws of heaven and earth, helping one to attain enlightenment and break through realms faster.

It could be said that luck was a cultivator's most fundamental reliance. The more abundant the luck, the smoother the path of cultivation.

All living beings have luck, and now the luck of the Three Pure Ones had merged into the great torrent of the Pangu Clan. With the blessing of the Heavenly Dao, their luck was overwhelming.

If it weren't for the fact that the Three Pure Ones still lacked the true method to reach above the Daluo realm, they would likely have broken through their shackles and ascended to a higher realm by now.