Hongjun's Scheme!

Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun frowned deeply.

What on earth went wrong?

Why would Nüwa and Fuxi join the Demon Court at this critical juncture?

According to the Heavenly Dao's grand design, these two should have only chosen to join when the Demon Court showed signs of decline and Dijun personally paid them a visit.

However, now the Demon Court is at its zenith, completely overwhelming the Immortal Court. There's no reason for them to wade into these troubled waters!

Where exactly did things go wrong?

Hongjun felt a shiver run down his spine.

Dijun and Taiyi ultimately unifying the Primordial Chaos was an outcome he absolutely couldn't accept.

These brothers were both descendants of Pangu. Who knew if Pangu had left any unknown contingency plans before his death?

Even if a certain race was destined to become the protagonist of heaven and earth, it had to be within his control!

He took a deep breath and turned his gaze to Haotian, who was pacing around Yaochi in Zixiao Palace.

Although Haotian's talent was mediocre, his strength lay in being obedient and controllable. He might be useful in the future.

After a moment, Hongjun seemed to have made up his mind.

He withdrew his gaze, looked up into the depths of the void, and his lips moved slightly, as if he were communicating something silently.

In the time that followed, the expression on Hongjun's face changed constantly, sometimes serious, sometimes tangled, and sometimes revealing a hint of heartache.

Finally, he seemed to have reached some kind of agreement with the void, and nodded slightly with a pained expression.

Immediately afterwards, the solemn and grand voice of the Heavenly Dao resounded in the ears of countless powerful beings on the Primordial Chaos Continent:

"The Demon Clan ravages the Primordial Chaos, bringing misery to living beings, and acting against the will of Heaven! All living beings of the Primordial Chaos who join the Immortal Court and kill members of the Demon Clan will receive Heavenly Dao Merit!"

In an instant, the entire Primordial Chaos was in an uproar!

Heavenly Dao Merit!

What a precious thing that was!

Not only could it aid in cultivation and improve one's realm, but it could also eliminate one's karma and avoid entanglement in cause and effect.

For a time, countless powerful beings in the Primordial Chaos, who had originally stood by and watched the conflict between the Immortal and Demon Courts, now had their eyes shining with excitement and could no longer sit still.

They rose one after another, transformed into streams of light, and sped towards the East Sea!

Demon Court.

Nüwa and Fuxi were completely dumbfounded!

What's the meaning of this?

They had just joined the Demon Court.

And now the Demon Court had become the common enemy of the Primordial Chaos?

Dijun and Taiyi were even more bewildered.

What about fighting for fortune and proving the Dao?

Mount Sumeru.

Jieyin's eyes lit up, and he turned to look at Zhunti beside him:

"Junior Brother, merit!"

"Shall we do it?"

A trace of profound meaning flashed across Zhunti's face, and he touched his bald head, chuckling:

"Senior Brother, we still owe Duke Dong karma..."

The two looked at each other and smiled, as if they understood each other perfectly, and nodded in tacit agreement.

The next moment, two streams of light rose from Mount Sumeru, also heading towards the East Sea.

At the same time, on Penglai Island in the East Sea.

Duke Dong had already started packing his things, preparing to pack up and run away.

Qin Xuan's slap had directly awakened him.

He was keenly aware that his strength in the Primordial Chaos was not top-tier at all.

And now, the Demon Court had added Nüwa and Fuxi, two great powers.

If he didn't run now, was he really going to wait for the Demon Court to come knocking on his door?

Although the position of leader of the Immortals was comfortable, allowing him to command the wind and summon the rain, and have all immortals pay tribute, he had to have a life to enjoy it!

He didn't notify anyone, and only planned to quietly pack up his belongings and slip away unnoticed.

However, just as he was about to slip away, the void in front of him suddenly twisted, rippling outwards.

The next moment, an ancient figure exuding supreme pressure appeared out of thin air before his eyes.

Duke Dong was startled on the spot, his knees weakened, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground, respectfully bowing and saying:

"Greetings, Dao Ancestor!"

Hongjun nodded slightly, his expression calm and unfathomable, revealing no hint of emotion.

"Duke Dong, where are you off to?"

Duke Dong's heart skipped a beat, knowing that his little scheme had been seen clearly by the Dao Ancestor.

A look of intense struggle appeared on his face.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, and said with a forced smile:

"Dao Ancestor, this disciple is of shallow talent and virtue, unworthy of the position, and truly unable to bear the responsibility of leading the Immortal Court. Currently, the Demon Court is powerful, and this disciple fears... fears that I will be unable to shoulder this heavy burden."

Hearing this.

Hongjun did not become angry, but smiled faintly.

Then, he gently turned his palm over.

In the next moment, four divine swords, entwined with terrifying baleful aura and overwhelming killing intent, along with an ancient and weathered formation diagram, appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The sharp aura that rushed towards him caused Duke Dong to feel a burst of palpitations.

Hongjun said:

"These are the Four Swords of Zhuxian, combined with the Zhuxian Formation Diagram, they can form the Zhuxian Sword Formation, the number one killing formation since the creation of the world."

"This formation cannot be broken unless by four cultivators of the same realm."

"With this treasure, what is there to fear from the Demon Clan?"

As he spoke, he handed the Four Swords of Zhuxian and the formation diagram to Duke Dong.

Duke Dong, holding the infinitely powerful Four Swords of Zhuxian in his hands, was completely dumbfounded.

He knew that since Hongjun had personally brought such a treasure, the position of leader of the Immortal Court was not something he could refuse.

This was not a gift, but clearly an attempt to tie him firmly to the Immortal Court!

Therefore, he suppressed the myriad of helplessness in his heart, bowed deeply, and respectfully said:

"Thank you, Dao Ancestor, for bestowing this treasure! This disciple... accepts the order!"

Hongjun looked at Duke Dong's reaction and nodded in satisfaction.

With the Four Swords of Zhuxian, coupled with the countless powerful beings who had heard the Heavenly Dao's announcement and came to join the Immortal Court, the strength between the Immortal Court and the Demon Court should be evenly matched.

As for what Tongtian would do without the Four Swords of Zhuxian when he accepted disciples in the future?

He couldn't worry about that at the moment.

The Taiji Diagram had already been given to Qin Xuan, so it wouldn't make a difference to give away this sword formation as well.

When you're up to your neck in debt, you don't worry about more, and when you're covered in lice, you don't feel the itch.

Moreover, he still had many innate spiritual treasures on his Treasure Distribution Rock, so he could just give a few at that time.

Besides, when the immeasurable calamity ended in the future, and Duke Dong died...

Wouldn't he be able to take back the Four Swords of Zhuxian then?

Thinking of this, he took a deep look at Duke Dong, then reached out and patted him on the shoulder in a seemingly friendly manner.

"Duke Dong, rest assured, this humble Daoist... will always stand behind you!"

Afterwards, the figure of Dao Ancestor Hongjun slowly dissipated into the distorted void.

After Hongjun left, Duke Dong stood alone on the island, looking at the Four Swords of Zhuxian in his hand, and sighed helplessly.

At the same time, inside the Pangu Temple.

Qin Xuan and the Ancestral Witches were all looking at Hou Tu with worried expressions, as she sat cross-legged between the pool of Three Lights Divine Water and the pool of Chaos Spirit Liquid.

In the past tens of thousands of years, Hou Tu had only left once to go to the summit of Buzhou Mountain, and had never left since, cultivating beside the two spirit pools.

Just then.

A faint light began to flicker at the center of Hou Tu's tightly closed brow