After Becoming a God, He Passed on the Thought of the Demon King

The prehistoric times are endless, and the stars and rivers are turning. The list of gods is established, the immortal court is established, and the three realms seem to be in order, but they don't know that under the order, it is all a chess game. At the top of Kunlun, the bells of Yuxu Palace have been ringing for thousands of years, and thousands of immortals have come to pay homage to the grand Taoist ceremony. A young Taoist boy was astonishingly talented and outstanding in his sect. There are stars in the eyes, and there is anger in the heart. He is Yuanshi Tianzun's most dazzling chess piece, and also the most uneasy variable on the chessboard. Flat peaches prolong life and are full of incense. The Immortal God of the Nine Heavens praises the ruthlessness of heaven and plunders life. The foundation of the glorious fairy world has long been rotten and pus-filled. In the Zixiao Palace, the Taoist ancestor lowered his eyes, the heaven and the earth were a disk, and the saint was his son. A gamble that spanned the ages has come to an end. If you lose, everything will be silent, and billions of creatures will be sacrificed; if you win, then... No one knows the price of winning. And when the young man showed his talents in front of everyone's attention, but a cold indifference flashed in his eyes - the saint on the high platform slightly cracked his knuckles. The ancient Buddha on Lingshan Mountain let out a sigh that no one heard. The empress, who was nine days away, quietly opened her eyes in the wind and snow. The evil thoughts have arisen, where is the Taoist mind? This is a catastrophe that began after the canonization of the gods, an elegy for the ruin of the old era. When the final truth is revealed, who is the devil? Who can define the right path? Once you think of it, thousands of calamities will be born. The thoughts of the Demon Lord are about to sweep across the three realms.