Chapter 50

This showed that when Pangu created Heaven and Earth, he had already condensed the Three Thousand Great Daos within himself.

Studying this heart might help him deepen his comprehension of the laws.

Thinking of this, Lin Fan sat cross-legged beside the heart and immersed himself in enlightenment.

Ding! The host has comprehended the Dao rhythm of Pangu Heart, gained sudden enlightenment into the true essence of Reincarnation Law, and greatly improved his level of comprehension.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Lin Fan's mouth.

Reincarnation Law truly was profound beyond measure.

This should have been the manifestation of Pangu's own immense power of reincarnation.

The Heavenly Dao's might was vast. Humanity's Way alone could hardly contend with it.

The Earth's Way had to be awakened. Only by joining forces could they restrain the Heavenly Dao.

And establishing reincarnation was the best way to awaken the Earth's Way.

Mastering Reincarnation Law would greatly benefit him when he sought out or established the Six Paths of Reincarnation in the future.

Lin Fan had yet to set foot in the Netherworld and did not know the true state of the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Some said Houtu had transformed herself into reincarnation.

Others said the Netherworld had originally possessed an incomplete reincarnation cycle, and Houtu had sacrificed herself to remedy its flaws.

He would investigate it personally in the future.

For now, the key was to bring Reincarnation Law to perfection.

Even if reincarnation had yet to appear, he could still help Houtu establish it and avoid Hongjun's schemes.

Moreover, he possessed the Divine Breath of the Great Dao, enough to help Houtu comprehend the true essence of reincarnation and attain Hunyuan.

If Houtu took control of the Earth's Way, she might be able to stand against Hongjun as an equal.

Humanity's Way and the Earth's Way were utterly different. Humanity's Way had only just begun and was still taking shape, while the Earth's Way had existed long ago, nearly born alongside the Heavenly Dao.

Lin Fan immersed himself in sudden enlightenment once more.

Ding! The host has comprehended Pangu Heart, improved his understanding of the Twelve Laws, triggered sudden enlightenment, and comprehended the Twelve Capital Gods and Fiends Formation.

This formation? Lin Fan's heart jolted.

This formation was known as the supreme formation of the Primordial World. It could summon Pangu's phantom and slay Saints and gods alike, its might terrifying. Yet it required the combined activation of the Twelve Ancestral Witches; without even one, its power would plummet.

Perhaps it could be improved...

Lin Fan's thoughts turned, and he immediately began deducing the formation.

Ding! Using the Three Thousand Formation Daos as a foundation, the host has perfected the formation, comprehended the Hunyuan Twelve Capital Gods and Fiends Formation, and received the High Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Mountain River Map.

After the formation was improved:

1. The summoned Pangu phantom contained true intent.

2. It only required twelve masters of the laws.

Though its power was somewhat reduced, it was far more practical.

The Mountain River Map contained a Grotto-Heaven world within it and was truly a rare treasure. Lin Fan secretly rejoiced. Pangu Heart truly possessed endless marvelous uses.

Above Purple Mansion Prefecture.

Demon clouds blotted out the sun, their pressure bearing down upon the East Sea. Kunpeng and Bai Ze led hundreds of millions of demons to the border. As colossal demons spread their wings, their shadows covered the sea and their aura engulfed thousands of miles.

The East Sea dimmed, and the aquatic clans fled one after another into the deep sea to avoid disaster. To the cultivators of Purple Mansion Prefecture, the sight seemed like the end of the world.

The shadow of death enveloped every cultivator of Purple Mansion Continent.

Donghuang Taiyi waved his hand and gave the order. Demon Saints led tens of thousands of Demon Kings in a dive. Amid brilliant Immortal Light, killing intent shot into the heavens. In an instant, millions of cultivators fell across the Penglai Sea, a horrifying sight of bloody seas and mountains of corpses.

Damn demons! East Prince glared furiously at Donghuang Taiyi on the other side of the battlefield. Watching Bai Ze and the other Demon Saints slaughter his subordinates, he wished he could kill his enemies himself. Unfortunately, Donghuang Taiyi was watching him like a tiger, and the Chaos Bell could ** down at any moment—this Demon Race war god was said to be invincible beneath Saints, and their previous clash had already revealed his terrifying strength.

Quickly, go to Shouyang Mountain and inform Guest Lin Fan! East Prince urgently ordered a cultivator. The demon attack had come without warning. Now, only Lin Fan could save Purple Mansion Prefecture. The cultivator accepted the order and slipped away, only to be struck into ashes by Immortal Light the moment he left the formation.

Hahaha! Donghuang Taiyi sneered. At death's door, you still expect that brat Lin Fan to come? He will never come.

Di Jun spoke solemnly, "East Prince, surrender, and you may be named a Demon God of the Heavenly Court."

East Prince had been transformed from the first streak of lesser yang qi after the Primordial World began.

He was a supreme Innate God.

His talent and cultivation far surpassed the Demon Saints under his command.

If they could persuade him to surrender and have Purple Mansion Continent submit to the Demon Court,

the Demon Race's strength would surely soar.

Di Jun, say no more! I am the Head of Male Immortals personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor, the orthodox bearer of Heaven's mandate. How could I associate with filthy creatures born from dampness and eggs?

East Prince rebuked him sharply as divine light burst from the dragon-headed staff in his hand.

I would rather die than surrender!

His voice resounded through the nine heavens, stirring the immortal generals of Purple Mansion Continent.

They actually withstood a fierce assault.

Di Jun's expression instantly turned cold.

Donghuang Taiyi unhesitatingly brought forth the Chaos Bell.

Golden light swallowed Heaven and Earth, and space-time trembled.

East Prince's physical body shattered on the spot.

Though he was reborn from a drop of blood, his face had already turned pale as gold paper.

Before an Innate Supreme Treasure, he had no ability to resist.

Today shall be the day you die!

Taiyi was about to take his life when blood-red light suddenly surged across the sky.

Big Brother?

Those savages actually attacked the Heavenly Court!

Di Jun roared. The Twelve Ancestral Witches were leading tens of millions of Witch Race warriors,

slaughtering through the South Heaven Gate and charging straight for the Thirty-three Heavens.

Many great powers of the Primordial World were startled awake.

Why would the Witch Race launch a surprise attack now?

The Demon Race had kept this expedition extremely secret. How had they learned of it?

The Heavenly Court had dispatched its entire force this time, leaving its interior empty. The Demon Race might face a catastrophic disaster.

Many great powers of the Primordial World were stunned. They had originally believed that Purple Mansion Prefecture would certainly be destroyed under the Demon Race's powerful assault.

But now, the situation had changed. Unless the Demon Race was willing to abandon the Heavenly Court and let the Witch Race destroy it—but was that possible? The Solar Star was the foundation of Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi.

They would never abandon the Heavenly Court merely to eliminate East Prince.

The Witch Race had actually chosen this moment to strike.

Within the Jade Pool immortal realm, Queen Mother of the West gazed toward the Heavenly Court, shock on her face. Just as the Demon Race was attacking Purple Mansion Continent with all its strength, the Witch Race had suddenly assaulted the Heavenly Court. It was truly unexpected.

This meant Purple Mansion Continent had been saved.

Watching the monstrous baleful aura, killing intent, and blood-red light pervading the skies above the Heavenly Court, Queen Mother of the West could not help but shudder.

The Demon Race would surely suffer grievous losses this time, perhaps even worse than in the first Witch-Demon War.

Upon Kunlun Mountain, Laozi and Yuanshi stared toward the Heavenly Court with their eyes wide in shock.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches? How was this possible?

Before the Demon Race attacked Purple Mansion Continent, they had clearly used their arts to conceal the heavenly secrets. Even Lin Fan could not have perceived it. How had those dull-witted witches learned of it?

Damn it!

Laozi ground his teeth. As a supreme Saint who could perceive all things, he had actually been deceived by a group of Ancestral Witches.

At that moment, within Zixiao Palace, Hongjun too frowned deeply, his face dark.

Why had the Heavenly Dao's course produced another variable?

As far as he knew, the Witch Race had never interacted with Purple Mansion Prefecture. How could the Witch Race have known that Purple Mansion Prefecture was in danger? To strengthen the Demon Race, he had even personally acted to suppress the Witch Race, yet changes kept arising.

Hongjun activated Heavenly Dao Power and traced the river of time backward to investigate, but found nothing.

Such a variable was truly strange and unfathomable.

Hongjun felt deeply troubled. To ensure the tribulation proceeded smoothly, it seemed he had to act soon and weaken the Witch Race.

Meanwhile, above Purple Mansion Prefecture...

The changes in the Heavenly Court alarmed many Demon Saints and Demon Gods.

The subordinates and relatives left behind in the palace had all met with disaster. Every demon powerhouse within the battle formation was thrown into turmoil.

Royal Brother, what should we do?

Donghuang Taiyi's face was as dark as water, his clenched fists turning white.

Inwardly, he had cursed the Sanqing Saints thousands of times—they had promised to conceal the heavenly secrets, yet it had proved empty talk. Even those reckless witches had learned the truth.

Withdraw the troops and return to the Heavenly Court.

Di Jun's sword-like brows knitted tightly. Though unwilling, he still issued the order decisively.

No matter how tempting Purple Mansion Continent was, it could not compare to the Heavenly Court's foundation. If the Witch Race destroyed the Order of the Heavens, the Demon Race's foundation built over ten thousand years would be ruined in a single day.

The Demon Gods felt as though they had been granted amnesty and hastily raised demon clouds to return. In an instant, hundreds of millions of demon soldiers withdrew toward the Thirty-three Heavens like a receding tide.

Before leaving, Donghuang Taiyi cast a long look toward East Prince, then transformed into a streak of golden light and shot into the sky.

The immortal soldiers of Purple Mansion Continent stood frozen, then embraced one another in wild joy.

What they had thought was certain death had unexpectedly revealed a path to survival, and the danger of total destruction had vanished without explanation.

The Witch Race attacked the heavens?!

A Quasi-Saint looked at the blood-red sky and laughed heartily. "Wonderful! Who would have thought the Demon Race would have such a day?"

East Prince pressed a hand to his chest and steadied his breathing, contemplation appearing on his pale face.

He knew there had to be something unusual behind this—the Demon Race had deployed its entire force and even brought out a supreme treasure like the Chaos Bell. How could the Witch Race have so easily broken their plans?

It had to be Lin Fan, who had once promised to help, making arrangements in secret.

Above the Heavenly Court, hundreds of millions of demons were massacred, with scarcely any survivors.

Blood stained the Heavenly Palace. This once-glorious palace had now become an infernal hell.

The battle cries of countless Witch Race warriors resounded throughout the universe. Even the towering Demon Emperor's Palace collapsed beneath their iron hooves.

The Witch Race's plan was truly a masterstroke.

After this battle, the Demon Race would likely be severely crippled.

Witnessing the Heavenly Court's tragic state, many powerhouses of the Primordial World were shaken.

The majesty of Pangu's true lineage truly lived up to its reputation.

When they did not move, they were still. When they did, it was with thunderous force.

After this battle, the Heavenly Court's foundation would likely be shaken.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi looked as cold as iron.

Dijiang! How dare you be so arrogant!

Hahaha, old Di Jun, you returned quickly enough!

Standing amid the ruins, Dijiang burst into laughter.

With a casual wave of his hand, Zhurong reduced a Great Luo Golden Immortal-level demon to ashes.

Gonggong also struck with thunderous force, destroying the bodies and primordial spirits of two great demons on the spot.

Such ruthless methods

seemed intent on venting all the resentment they had accumulated from being restrained by Lin Fan that day.

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were nearly driven mad with rage.

Donghuang Taiyi furiously activated the Chaos Bell.

Golden divine radiance drained all color from Heaven and Earth.

Di Jun also brought forth the River Diagram and Luo Script, wielding them with all his might.

Since condensing his primordial spirit,

Dijiang had not only become exceptionally cunning,

but had also greatly increased his physical strength through the Hunyuan Nine Revolutions Heavenly Technique.

Now, even when facing an Innate Supreme Treasure, he showed no fear.

With a single palm strike,

he actually sent the Chaos Bell flying back.

He had repelled a supreme treasure with his bare hand.

He was actually this powerful!

Di Jun and Donghuang Taiyi were secretly shocked.

Such divine might—

when had Dijiang acquired it?

Since the gift has been delivered, I shall not keep you company any longer.

Dijiang sneered and withdrew his troops.

This surprise attack

had not only dealt a heavy blow to the Demon Race's foundation,

but also reduced its strength by thirty percent.

The results could be called brilliant.

Beneath the blood-red sky, Di Jun gripped the broken River Diagram and Luo Script, his fingers digging into his palms. His demon eyes reflected the bloodstained palace halls, while the three thousand jade steps were covered in shattered fragments of magical artifacts. Cracks in the Eastern Emperor Bell spread across Taiyi's pale face, and within its fading chimes still echoed the thunderous roar of Houtu crushing the South Heaven Gate.

Your Majesty! Blood dripped from Ji Meng's broken dragon horn. The scales of the young child in his arms were turning to ash inch by inch. Those Ancestral Witches did not even spare little demons who had yet to take form...

The blood grooves on the Demon Saints' weapons still steamed with baleful aura, yet Bai Ze's tortoiseshell suddenly shattered before Di Jun. The divination showed that Pangu's will atop Buzhou Mountain was awakening, while clouds and radiant mist suddenly churned around Zixiao Palace beyond the Thirty-three Heavens. Di Jun abruptly pressed a hand to the mark of the Immortal Slaying Gourd on his chest—this was the restriction left behind by the Dao Ancestor's previous reprimand.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, the Capital Gods Divine Fire in Zhurong's palm was still devouring the remnant souls within demon cores. Listen well, old Di Jun! The waves of flame overturned half the Heavenly Palace, melting the golden plaque into red-hot iron. Next time, not even a single brick or tile of your bird nest will remain!

Gonggong suddenly pressed down on Zhurong's shoulder, and the bloodlines of the Twelve Ancestral Witches trembled at once. They heard Lin Fan's words from beside the Sea of Blood that day: when the Myriad Stars were all stained red, it would be time to stop. Xuanming's bone whip coiled around Witch Race soldiers maddened by slaughter, while Houtu raised her hand and shattered the spatial rift leading to the human world—those little demons fleeing in panic were finally able to fall into reincarnation.

Beyond the Thirty-three Heavens, the Taiji Diagram's golden bridge suddenly stretched across the Primordial World. Laojun's voice drifted over with violet smoke from the pill furnace: "Heavenly Emperor, do you remember this humble daoist saying that the heavenly marriage was the key to breaking the deadlock?" At the same time, the Six Paths of Reincarnation Disk manifested in the underworld. Houtu seemed to sense something as she looked towards the depths of the Sea of Blood, where a stone stele Lin Fan had left behind years ago was giving off a faint glow.

Heavenly Court's Scheme

Di Jun's expression sharpened, and he immediately stepped through the heavenly gate, riding the clouds straight for Kunlun.

Outside Laozi's dojo, the rosy clouds had just begun to fade. Di Jun straightened his robes and stood solemnly. "Di Jun requests an audience with the Saint Taiqing."

The palace gates opened on their own without a breeze. Amid swirling violet qi, Di Jun hurried inside and cupped his hands. "The heavenly secrets the Saint concealed should have been foolproof. How did the Witch Race foresee this surprise attack on Purple Mansion Continent?"

There was a faint barb in his words. When he had personally gone to Kunlun and asked Laozi to conceal the heavenly secrets, it had been precisely to prevent Lin Fan from perceiving them. Yet the Witch Race's army had descended from heaven like divine soldiers, and the demon race had suffered grievous losses.