Di Jun's New Target

"Although this world is of little use, its very essence should not be wasted."

After hearing this, Luohu nodded slightly.

Chu Feng's gaze sharpened, and the earth trembled violently. In an instant, towering mountains collapsed into dust, rivers flowed backward, and oceans surged with waves tens of thousands of meters high.

Countless living beings, whether mortals or highly skilled soul masters, were annihilated along with the earth beneath their feet before they could even utter a cry of agony in the face of this world-destroying power.

"Waaah..."

A mournful cry of will echoed between heaven and earth.

That was the final Douluo World's World Will, which had been dreading the world, after sensing the impending doom.

It mobilized all its power, transforming it into countless Chains of Order, shooting towards Chu Feng from all directions in an attempt to seal him and stop the plunder.

However, Chu Feng merely snorted coldly, and the Chains of Order that embodied the world's last hope shattered inch by inch when they approached within a hundred feet of him, dissipating into the most primal energy.

"Noisy."

Chu Feng increased his power slightly, and the speed at which the world's origin was extracted suddenly accelerated, being absorbed into his body.

Yang Mei and laughed, "The spatial structure of this realm is fragile, and its origin is mixed; it's not exactly a good thing."

A hint of disdain appeared on Luohu's cold and beautiful face. "It really is a trash world, without even a decent resistance."

With the last vestige of its essence drained Douluo World lost all its luster and was completely erased.

Chu Feng withdrew his gaze, looked at Yang Mei and Luohu, and said, "Now that this matter is settled, let's break down the barrier and move on to the next world."

"Good." Luohu nodded.

Yang Mei and smiled slightly, "Leave it to me."

With that, she waved her hand gently, and ripples spread across the world's spatial barrier, slowly forming a spatial passage.

Chu Feng nodded, said no more, and with a thought, the illusory image of the River of Time reappeared.

The three exchanged a glance, took a step, and disappeared.

On the other side, in the Primordial World, in the Immortal Court.

"Sister, now that we have become saints, we still need more help," Donghuang Taiyi said.

Di Jun nodded slightly, understanding her thoughts.

Although the demon race currently possesses abundant fortune, it still has the potential for growth.

"Taiyi is absolutely right. There are still a few top-tier beings in the Primordial World who do not obey the orders of our Heavenly Court, which is also a potential variable."

"Who does 'sister' refer to?"

"West Kunlun, Xi Wangmu."

Di Jun smiled and said, "This person was formed from the essence of innate Yin energy. She was personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor as the Head of Female Immortals, in charge of the West Kunlun, and has countless female immortals under her command. Her power should not be underestimated."

Di Jun's idea was simple: the Witch Clan was now too powerful for her to handle.

The Western Religion also has two saints, and she doesn't want to start a war either. Hongjun's intention is clearly not to let them take action against the Western Religion.

Therefore, she could only turn her attention to other forces, and West Kunlun was the best target.

The Xi Wangmu never wanted to be the Head of Female Immortals. When Hongjun bestowed the title upon her, she had a premonition and wanted to refuse.

Unfortunately, Hongjun's attitude was firm, giving her no chance to react.

There are no seats.

The Xi Wangmu was tricked by Hongjun.

Donghuang Taiyi snorted coldly, his fighting spirit rising. "Hmph, the mere Xi Wangmu of the West dares to rule over female immortals? Does she think she's more Dao Ancestor?"

"We've already subdued the Dong Wanggong, how dare she defy our Demon Clan Heavenly Court? Sister, once I gather all the Demon God, I'll turn that West Kunlun to dust, and show her what the might of Heaven truly is!"

Now that they have all become saints, they naturally look down on the Xi Wangmu.

"Don't be reckless."

Di Jun raised his hand to stop him. "The Xi Wangmu was appointed by the Dao Ancestor. We must give the Dao Ancestor face in this matter and proceed slowly."

"What do you think we should do, sister?"

"Courtesy first, then force."

Di Jun's lips curled into a meaningful smile. "Since the Xi Wangmu is the Head of Female Immortals, I will bestow upon her the title of the Yaochi Golden Mother in my Heavenly Court, a position of great honor."

If she is sensible and submits to the Heavenly Court, our demon race will greatly increase in strength, and we will have a better chance of dealing with the Witch Clan in the future. If she is ungrateful...

A cold glint flashed in Di Jun's eyes. "Then let's destroy her, use this to establish our authority, and let all the races of the Primordial World see the consequences of defying the Heavenly Court."

Upon hearing Donghuang Taiyi nodded and said, "Sister's plan is excellent. Then let's first send an eloquent person to West Kunlun to sound her out."

With the agreement reached, Donghuang Taiyi immediately began making arrangements.

Now that she is a saint, she will refrain from taking action if possible.

Meanwhile, in the Kunlun Immortal Realm, ethereal mists swirl, jade trees bloom, and celestial birds dance in the air.

The Xi Wangmu, seated on her lotus throne, suddenly opened her eyes.

She was dressed in simple palace attire, with an unparalleled beauty and a cool, noble temperament. Her body exuded a Daoist aura, and her phoenix eyes revealed a hint of restlessness and unease.

During her meditation, she suddenly felt a surge of emotion, as if she were shrouded in some immense crisis, the Heavenly secrets were in complete chaos, making it impossible for her to discern even a fraction of them.

This was the first time she had felt this way since she took human form.

As a top-tier powerhouse in the Primordial World, he naturally knew that this was a sign of an impending great calamity.

Disturbed and agitated, she got up and went out to inspect her monastery in order to calm her mind.

As soon as she came out, she heard a noisy argument coming from afar.

She frowned slightly, took a step, and her figure appeared at the scene of the argument.

A group of female immortals were gathered together, their faces flushed, arguing endlessly.

"Why should you be in charge of the Immortal Herb Garden, while I'm relegated to guarding the mountain gate?"

"Hmph, I entered the sect earlier than you, and my cultivation level is higher than yours, so this position naturally belongs to me!"

"In terms of cultivation, I have already reached the peak of the Golden Immortal realm, and am only one step away from entering the Taiyi realm. You are merely a late-stage Golden Immortal; what qualifications do you have to compete with me?"

The female immortals each held their own version of events, refusing to concede to the others, completely losing their former celestial demeanor.

Upon seeing the Xi Wangmu suddenly appear, they all knelt down and said, "Greetings, Your Empress."

The Xi Wangmu swept her cold gaze across the crowd. "I am focused on cultivation and do not concern myself with worldly affairs. I have entrusted West Kunlun to you all in the hope that you can live in harmony and jointly comprehend the Great Dao."

I never imagined you would quarrel endlessly over such a small amount of power and position. What kind of behavior is this?

An invisible pressure emanated from her, making it impossible for the female immortals to lift their heads.

"Your Empress, please forgive us, we know we were wrong."

Looking at these disciples she had personally trained, a hint of disappointment flashed through Xi Wangmu's heart.

Internal instability and the looming threat of external enemies intensified her sense of crisis.

She took a deep breath and said slowly, "I will not pursue this matter any further."

But you must remember that in this Primordial World, the strong are respected, and so it is with my West Kunlun.

If you wish to manage others and enjoy more resources for spiritual practice, you need not engage in verbal disputes, but simply demonstrate your abilities.

From this day forward, all positions will be filled by the most capable person. Do you all understand?

"We humbly obey Your Empress's Imperial Decree!" the female immortals replied in unison.

After the crowd dispersed, the Xi Wangmu once again invoked the secrets of Heavenly secrets, calculating with her fingers.

This time, she finally caught a glimmer of hope, pointing towards Buzhou Mountain.

Buzhou Mountain?

Fellow Daoist Nuwa!

Currently, the only ones who pose such a great threat to her in the entire Primordial World are the Demon Clan Heavenly Court and the Witch Clan.

The demon race now boasts five saints and is at its zenith, while the Witch Clan is not far behind.

It has two Hunyuan Grand Unity, Nuwa Fuxi, as well as the Twelve Ancestral Witches, whose strength is equally formidable.

Neither side is a match for her.

Nuwa possesses profound cultivation, having attained the Hunyuan Grand Unity; perhaps she can guide me on a clear path.

The Xi Wangmu sighed softly, then transformed into a streak of light, rushing out of West Kunlun and heading towards Buzhou Mountain...