Chapter 498
Tongtian merges with the sword to prove the Primordial Chaos! The rift between the Three
He sensed the aura of Taiyi, the Primordial Golden Immortal, and the immense power of the Chaos Origin. Instead of envy, his eyes burned with an even more intense flame!
He gently stroked the blade and whispered.
"Merit and virtue to prove one's path? That's just external force! My sword path is all about refinement and purity! Cut through all illusions and reach the very source of the Great Dao!"
This is the path I'm on!
Taiyi's breakthrough did not shake his Dao heart; on the contrary, it made him more determined to prove his Dao with pure swordsmanship!
In the Purple Cloud Palace, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun sat cross-legged on a cloud bed, the Jade Disc of Creation slowly turning.
As he gazed at the image of Taiyi breaking through to the Hunyuan Golden Immortal realm reflected in the water mirror, a subtle hint of satisfaction finally appeared on his usually placid face.
With the establishment of the Demon Court and the convergence of fortune, Taiyi broke through to the Primordial Golden Immortal realm, completely shattering the balance between the Witch and the Demon, and greatly accelerating the process of the Great Tribulation!
All of this was within his calculations.
But... a barely perceptible hint of regret flickered deep in his eyes.
"Taiyi... what a pity. If he had taken the path of severing the three corpses and become a Heavenly Dao Saint, that would have been the right path. Although he attained Hunyuan by accumulating merit to prove his Dao, he would ultimately fall into a lower level and would find it difficult to wield the power of the Heavenly Dao."
Buzhou Mountain is the ancestral home of Pangu.
The Pangu Temple floats above the pool of evil energy, and the huge crack in the temple's structure is still shocking to behold.
Inside the temple, the atmosphere was as oppressive as solidified lead.
"The Primordial Golden Immortal... Taiyi... he actually..."
Dijiang's voice was hoarse, and his spatial eyes were filled with unprecedented solemnity and...unconcealed horror!
A Primordial Golden Immortal! That's an existence that surpasses even Quasi-Saints!
The existence of Emperor Jun, a Quasi-Saint, was already causing the Wu Clan a great deal of trouble. Now, with the addition of Taiyi, a Primordial Golden Immortal... how can the Wu Clan possibly resist?!
Although the injuries of the six ancestral witches—Zhu Jiuyin, Gonggong, Zhurong, Qiangliang, Xizi, and Xuanming—have improved, their aura remains weak.
Feeling the terrifying pressure of Taiyi's Primordial Golden Immortal aura, their expressions became even more grim, and their eyes were filled with despair.
Zhu Rong clenched his fists tightly, golden flames leaping between his fingers, yet appearing so powerless.
"Big brother...we..."
Houtu, with her human head and dragon body, trembled slightly as she tried to draw upon the power of the earth to appease her people. However, she discovered that the ancient rune on her wrist, formed from the essence of Pangu's blood, was slightly warm, emanating a faint yet supremely majestic tremor!
She tried to find the source of this throbbing, but her divine senses yielded nothing!
This sudden change made her even more uneasy.
"Temple..."
Dijiang's gaze fell on the damaged Pangu Temple, his eyes filled with bitterness and determination.
"Now, we can only rely on the temple left behind by our father! Houtu, Jumang, and Rushou, follow me and do everything you can to repair the temple! Zhujiuyin, you must recover as soon as possible! Our Wu clan... is not yet at the end of the road!"
His voice was encouraging, yet it couldn't hide the heaviness and helplessness within it.
The Pangu Temple is their last resort, but how long can this resort last against a demon race that has a Quasi-Saint and a Hunyuan Golden Immortal?
Just as the ancestral land of the Witch Clan was shrouded in gloom and the primordial beings were awestruck and excited by Taiyi's breakthrough to the Primordial Golden Immortal realm—
On the Sun Star, the grand ceremony for the founding of the Demon Court is drawing to a close.
Di Jun was about to announce the end of the ceremony and have the demon gods perform their respective duties.
suddenly!
Bai Ze, who had been standing by Di Jun's side and had just absorbed 100,000 acres of merit, making his aura even more profound and wise, suddenly stiffened!
The feather fan in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud"!
Immediately afterwards, an extremely strange, chaotic, yet mysteriously rhythmic aura burst forth from his body without warning!
This aura wasn't strong, but it was extremely unique!
It seems to belong to no known power system in the primordial world!
It distorted the space around Bai Ze, making his figure blurry!
The wise and composed expression on his face froze instantly, replaced by extreme pain and struggle! It was as if something was awakening within him, or... trying to break free of its restraints!
"Bai Ze?!"
Di Jun's expression changed slightly as he instantly noticed Bai Ze's unusual behavior! Tai Yi also turned his head sharply, the Chaos Golden Bell hovering above his head, and locked onto Bai Ze warily!
On the Sun Star, the Demon Court was first established, its fortune soaring like a rainbow!
Before the cheers of millions of demon cultivators had subsided, the sudden and strange fluctuations emanating from Bai Ze instantly attracted everyone's attention!
Bai Ze's body suddenly shone with a clear light, but it was also mixed with a chaotic and twisted undercurrent!
His face was contorted, as if he were enduring immense pain, or perhaps fiercely battling some unseen force!
Those wise and profound eyes were sometimes clear and sometimes confused!
Ten thousand acres of golden light of merit flowed wildly within his body, attempting to suppress the chaotic fluctuations, but was constantly eroded and devoured by them!
"Bai Ze! Calm your mind!"
Di Jun roared, and the pressure of a quasi-saint enveloped Bai Ze, attempting to help him suppress the anomaly!
The Taiyi Chaos Golden Bell vibrated, and the bell waves transformed into invisible chains, wrapping around Bai Ze's body!
However, the chaotic fluctuations became increasingly violent!
It was as if something was about to break free from Bai Ze's body! At this critical moment—
A beam of clear light shot into the sky above Bai Ze's head! That light was pure, wise, and seemed to contain the profound mysteries of deducing all things!
Within the clear light, a phantom that looked exactly like Bai Ze, but with a more transcendent expression and a more profound aura, slowly coalesced!
The phantom holding the feather fan nodded slightly to Bai Ze's true form, then transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the feather fan in Bai Ze's hand!
A vast and powerful quasi-saintly aura, surpassing even that of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, erupted from Bai Ze's body!
The chaotic and distorted fluctuations vanished instantly, like gloom dispelled by sunlight!
Bai Ze's eyes regained their clarity, even becoming more profound and wise than before!
His body was surrounded by clear light, and his aura was harmonious and perfect, as he had suddenly stepped into the Quasi-Saint realm!
"Good intentions, sever them!"
Bai Ze's voice was calm yet powerful, carrying the relief and enlightenment of surviving a calamity.
"Congratulations, Demon Master Bai Ze, on attaining Quasi-Sainthood!"
Di Jun's eyes showed surprise, which then turned into joy! Taiyi also withdrew the Chaos Bell Wave and nodded slightly.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Bai Ze bowed respectfully, feeling the new power within his body, yet a lingering doubt remained in his heart.
What exactly was that chaotic fluctuation just now? Why did it appear at such a crucial moment in the breakthrough?
But at this moment, he suppressed his doubts and turned his gaze downwards.
Above the Demon Court, there are Di Jun (Quasi-Saint), Tai Yi (Primordial Golden Immortal), and Bai Ze (Quasi-Saint)!
The auras of the three powerful beings intertwined, like three immortal divine mountains, suppressing the fate of the Demon Court!
The enormous golden dragon of fortune let out a deafening roar, its size increased once more, and its dragon might grew even stronger!
The strength of the Demon Court instantly leaped to the peak of the primordial world!
The beings of the primordial world were once again awestruck!
"Bai Ze!"
He broke through too! Quasi-Saint!
"The Three Venerable Ones of the Demon Court!"
One Primordial Golden Immortal! Two Quasi-Saints!
How...how are the Witch Clan supposed to fight now?!
"The Witch Clan is finished! Although the Twelve Ancestral Witches are strong, Zhu Jiuyin and the others are still seriously injured, and the Pangu Temple has been damaged. How can they possibly resist?!"
"The fate of the primordial world is sealed! The Demon Court shall rise! The Witch Clan shall be destroyed!"
Discussions swept across the primordial world. Everyone understood that the gap in strength between the Demon Court and the Witch Clan had widened to an unimaginable degree! The annihilation of the Witch Clan seemed inevitable!
On the Sun Star, Di Jun felt the flourishing fortune and supreme power, and his eyes blazed with flames!
He took a step forward, standing atop the Demon Court, his voice like a decree from Heaven, resounding throughout the primordial world:
"The Witch Clan! They occupy Mount Buzhou, slaughtering billions of my demon race! Their blood debts are countless! Today, the Demon Court is established! I hereby declare! Ten years from now! The Demon Court's army will march on Mount Buzhou! We will raze the ancestral land of the Witch Clan! We will exterminate their descendants! We will sever their lineage! This oath is witnessed by heaven and earth!" "Raze Mount Buzhou! Annihilate the Witch Clan!"
"Flatten Mount Buzhou! Annihilate the Wu Clan!"
"Flatten Mount Buzhou! Annihilate the Wu Clan!"
Billions of demon cultivators roared in unison! Overwhelming killing intent and hatred converged into a tangible torrent!
Above the Demon Court, the terrifying aura and killing intent intertwined, actually condensing into a ferocious beast phantom that was extremely hideous and exuded an aura of destruction!
The ferocious beast roared to the sky, its scarlet eyes fixed on the direction of Buzhou Mountain!
A terrifying pressure traversed endless space and pressed down fiercely on the ancestral land of the Witch Clan!
Buzhou Mountain is the ancestral home of Pangu.
The Pangu Temple floated above the pool of malevolent energy, the massive crack in its structure still grotesque. Inside the temple, all was deathly silent.
Dijiang, Houtu, Jumang, Rushou, and Zhujiuyin, Gonggong, Zhurong, Qiangliang, Xizi, and Xuanming, whose injuries had eased but whose auras were still weak, the ten ancestral witches gathered here.
The atmosphere was as oppressive as solidified lead.
Di Jun's announcement was like a death knell, tolling in the hearts of every Ancestral Witch.
The oppressive aura of the ferocious beast that crossed space was like a tangible hammer, slamming heavily onto the temple and causing the already damaged temple to groan under the unbearable pressure!
"Ten years...only ten years left..."
Dijiang's voice was hoarse, and his eyes were bloodshot and weary.
He looked down at his brothers, their spirits broken, and gazed at the dilapidated temple. An unprecedented sense of powerlessness welled up within him.
"Big brother! The Pangu Temple! The sacred temple left behind by the Father God! Can it stop those three monsters from the Demon Court?!"
Gonggong suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with the last hope, and asked in a hoarse voice.
He was the ancestral sorcerer of water, with a fierce temperament, yet at this moment he also felt despair.
Houtu's human-headed, dragon-bodied body trembled slightly. She slowly raised her wrist, looking at the ancient rune mark that was slightly warm, her voice filled with bitterness and helplessness.
"The temple's essence has been severely damaged; that crack... has reached its core. Even if we do our best to repair it, it will be extremely difficult to restore it to its original state within ten years. And Di Jun, Tai Yi, Bai Ze... one Hunyuan Golden Immortal, two Quasi-Saints... the temple... cannot withstand them."
"Can't stop it?!"
Zhu Rong slammed his fist into the ground, golden flames erupting, yet it seemed so powerless.
"Could it be...could it be that the millennia-old heritage of my Wu clan is about to be destroyed in our hands?! I am not reconciled! I am not reconciled!"
An atmosphere of despair instantly engulfed the entire temple.
Even the most volatile Zhu Rong felt powerless, and the other ancestral witches were ashen-faced. The difference in strength was like an insurmountable chasm!
Ten years is but a blink of an eye for beings like them! How could they possibly turn the tide?
Houtu's gaze fell once again on the rune mark on that wrist.
The throbbing of the mark grew clearer and clearer, as if something was calling out to it.
With a resolute look in her eyes, she gritted her teeth and channeled her pure ancestral witch blood energy into the mark without hesitation!
The mark suddenly lit up!
A faint yet incredibly ancient and majestic aura emanated from the mark!
Although the aura was weak, it sent a jolt through the hearts of all the Ancestral Witches! It was as if their dormant bloodlines had been awakened!
"Houtu, you..."
Dijiang looked at the glowing mark on Houtu's wrist with surprise and doubt.
Houtu's face was pale, clearly indicating that forcibly activating the mark had greatly exhausted her, but a faint light shone in her eyes.
"This mark... is formed from the essence and blood of the Father God... perhaps... is the last hope of our race..."
Inside the Purple Cloud Palace.
Hongjun Daozu sat cross-legged on a cloud bed, the Creation Jade Disc slowly turning, reflecting the scenes of the primordial world.
He looked at the flourishing Demon Court on the Sun Star, at Di Jun's announcement of the extermination of the Witches in ten years, and at the despairing atmosphere in the ancestral land of the Witch Clan at Buzhou Mountain. Finally, a very subtle look of satisfaction appeared on his usually calm face.
"The Demon Court has been established, and its fortune is at its peak."
Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Bai Ze—these three powerful beings are more than capable of crushing the Wu Clan. The progress of the Great Tribulation has been greatly accelerated.
Hongjun's voice was flat and calm, as if he were stating a trivial matter.
"The Witch Clan... the bloodline of Pangu... is ultimately a hidden danger. This great calamity is a perfect opportunity to use the Demon Court to completely eliminate them, or... bring them under our control."
His gaze was profound, as if it pierced through endless time and space.
"The entire plan has been devised so far, and everything is still in the planning stages. Only Pangu... whether he has truly perished completely, and whether his will has completely dissipated... still needs to be tested."
If, in this crisis of annihilation of the Wu tribe, Pangu's will still not manifest... then it proves that Pangu is gone, and there will be no more changes in the primordial world. At that time, I will personally intervene, 'mediate' the conflict between the Wu and Yao tribes, gather the remnants of the Wu tribe, incorporate them into the Heavenly Dao order, and completely control this Pangu bloodline.”
Hongjun's calculations are unfathomable. He orchestrated the Great Calamity not only to reap the rewards of destiny, but also to test Pangu and, more importantly, to completely control the primordial world!
He believed he had a foolproof plan, but little did he know...
At the summit of Mount Sumeru.
Demonic energy surged, and Rahu's scarlet eyes were fixed on the scene in the water mirror, a cold smile curving his lips.
"Old man Hongjun... what a profound scheme! You instigated the Great Tribulation, tested Pangu, and subdued the Wu Clan... killing three birds with one stone! Unfortunately... your game has already been seen through!"
Di Jun (his clone) stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze also fixed on the water mirror. He looked at Di Jun, who had declared the extermination of the witches, at the despairing witch clan, and at the mark that lit up on Hou Tu's wrist. His eyes were as deep as an abyss.
Just then, deep within his mind, the cold, mechanical system notification sounded again without warning:
[Ding! The Demon Court has been established, plunging the Witch Clan into a crisis of extinction and drastically altering the landscape of the primordial world.]
Option 1: Observe the situation and let the Lich War break out. Reward: 500,000 mu of Heavenly Merit.
[Option Two: Secretly intervene to help the Witch Clan overcome the crisis and balance the power between the two sides. Reward: Fragment of the Chaos Demonic Mystic Arts (Volume 2).]
Option 3: Take the initiative to intervene, ignite the will of Pangu, and completely disrupt Hongjun's plans. Reward: Unknown (High risk, high reward).
As the notification sound faded, a faint blood-red light quietly appeared in the void in front of Di Jun (his clone)!
The blood-red light rapidly condensed and stretched, eventually transforming into a mark identical to the one on Houtu's wrist, radiating an ancient and majestic aura—the Pangu Blood Qi Mark!
The mark hovered before him, trembling slightly, as if awaiting his decision!
Di Jun's gaze was fixed on the floating Pangu blood energy mark!
She looked again at Houtu's pale yet resolute face in the water mirror, and at the equally lit mark on her wrist!
A crazy and audacious plan instantly took shape in his mind!
Hongjun wanted to use the Demon Court to destroy the witches and test Pangu?
Then he would do the opposite! He would deliberately detonate the will of Pangu! He would thoroughly muddy this pool of water! He would completely overturn this primordial chess game! (End of Chapter)