Hongjun Flips the Table! Xuanzheng: Dao Ancestor, Don't Be Angry, Your Emotions Are Also Merit!

In the Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan, Di Jun's handsome yet somber face was locked onto the River Diagram and Luo Script.

The Witch Clan's originally dim star point was now radiating with an almost manic brilliance, tightly intertwined with the Destiny of Buzhou Mountain, forming an impenetrable "iron bucket formation" that made his eyelids twitch uncontrollably!

"Pangu... If they truly awaken some forbidden existence, my Demon Clan's Heavenly Emperor seat might not be stable!" Di Jun's voice trembled slightly.

Taiyi, hopping with anxiety nearby, his Solar True Fire burning fiercely around him, exclaimed, "Elder Brother! What are we waiting for? Let's gather the Demon Gods and flatten Buzhou Mountain! I'd like to see what waves the Witch Clan can stir up!"

Di Jun abruptly raised his hand, his eyes cold. "The news Bai Ze sent back is a mix of truth and deception. That brat Xuanzheng is as cunning as a fox. This move looks more like a deliberate trap to lure us in, a feint!"

Despite his words, the supreme pressure emanating from the name "Pangu" felt like ten thousand divine mountains crushing his heart, forcing even him, the Demon Emperor, to temporarily suppress the urge to attack.

The bizarre ascent of Buzhou Mountain's Destiny, and the violent deviation of Heavenly Mystery caused by that "abnormally" stable divine mountain, had already unsettled his Dao Heart!

Meanwhile, in Zixiao Palace.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun's eternally calm Dao charm was rippling, like a thunderclap striking a placid lake!

A sense of "loss of control" he had never experienced before, like a maggot gnawing at his bones, began to fester in his heart!

He keenly sensed that subtle yet ceaseless streams of "power of sentient beings' emotions" were being forcibly stripped and harvested from the thoughts of countless beings by a strange power he had never encountered!

The source... was pointed directly at Buzhou Mountain! At that damned variable!

"Hmph!!"

A cold snort, carrying the Heavenly Dao's majesty capable of crushing eternity, tore through the endless void. Like an invisible giant hand, it slammed down towards the ant on Buzhou Mountain who was disturbing his Dao Heart!

[Warning! Warning! Detected strong malicious interference from the Heavenly Dao's ultimate interpreter (ID: Old Thief Hongjun)! Target locked: Host! Host, please immediately flee for your life, or... slap him back!]

Xuanzheng was gesticulating wildly, directing a group of Great Witches to pour the freshly made "Pangu Divine Concrete PLUS Edition" into a newly discovered massive fissure. The alarm from his Primordial World Bug Fixing Manual was blaring in his mind, its effects more spectacular than any New Year's celebration!

A terrifying pressure descended with a roar!

The pressure was so immense it could shatter the Dao Heart of an ordinary Quasi-Saint on the spot, forcing them to their knees and sing praises!

However, the faint golden halo around Xuanzheng, woven from Pangu's Legacy and a massive amount of Heavenly Dao Merit, merely flickered.

The pressure, capable of crushing stars, dissolved into nothingness like spring snow meeting the midday sun!

"Huh?!" Xuanzheng looked up sharply, gazing at the seemingly calm yet turbulent void, his face instantly contorting into an expression of "extreme terror" and "deep confusion." His acting was so superb, even an Oscar statue would have to bow down to him!

"May... may I ask, Dao Ancestor!" His voice trembled with just the right amount of fear, yet it carried clearly across the entire Buzhou Mountain construction site, each word filled with "endless grievance" and "righteous indignation":

"Junior Xuanzheng, leading the Witch Clan, has worked day and night to repair the Primordial World's ley lines and mend all the gaps between heaven and earth. This... this is in accordance with Father God Pangu's dying wish!"

"Every step we've taken has been witnessed by the majestic Heavenly Dao Merit descending as proof! Dao Ancestor, you who reside on high and oversee eternity, could it be... could it be that your eyesight isn't good today, that your old eyes are blurry, and you intend to personally intervene, forcefully interfering with the completion of the Heavenly Dao's grand trend and obstructing us from adding bricks and mortar to the Primordial World?!"

"This... if this were to get out, wouldn't it make all beings in the Primordial World misunderstand that Dao Ancestor... you are targeting Father God Pangu?!"

In Zixiao Palace, the corner of Dao Ancestor Hongjun's eternally unchanging face twitched uncontrollably!

What a sharp-tongued little witch!

What a mouth that twists right and wrong!

He dared to publicly brand him with such damning accusations as "old and blurry-eyed," "interfering with Heavenly Dao," and "targeting Pangu," which could shatter his Dao Heart!

And he was using Heavenly Dao Merit to suppress him!

Just as Hongjun's will and the "Merit Turtle Shell" around Xuanzheng reached a stalemate!

In Xuanzheng's left hand, the ancient-looking [Karma Scale], inscribed with profound Dao patterns that even he couldn't fully decipher, silently materialized.

He chuckled inwardly and silently recited, "My little treasure, weigh it for me!"

"This old scoundrel Hongjun, his 'desire for control,' 'desire to exclude others,' and 'intense urge to grind me into paste 300 times' towards me, this 'excellent BUG repair engineer' and 'little helper for Primordial peace construction'..."

"Let's see how much Merit points these 'Saint-Grade negative emotions' are worth! Can they drop something good for me!"

The [Karma Scale] let out a soft hum and flashed brightly!

The scale beam, as if injected with chicken blood, tilted sharply upwards!

[Ding! Detected extremely pure and highly concentrated Saint-Grade Negative Karma Aggregate!]

[Component Analysis: 'Supreme Desire for Control in the Eternal Game of Chess where I Alone Am Supreme' (from Old Thief Hongjun, 99.99% purity), 'Strong Desire to Exclude Others, "How Can Others Sleep Beside My Bed?"' (from Old Thief Hongjun, concentration off the charts!), 'Hidden Killing Intent: "If This Naughty Child Jumps Again, I'll Break His Legs"' (from Old Thief Hongjun, concentration rapidly increasing!)...]

[Comprehensive Value Assessment: Top Grade A! (Host, have you poked a hornet's nest of Saints or what? This haul is incredibly rich!)]

Xuanzheng almost burst out laughing like a pig!

Top Grade A! And "incredibly rich"!

"Show me the exchange options! The best! The most expensive! The kind that can make me ascend to heaven in one step!" Xuanzheng roared in his mind!

[Exchange Option One: Steal and Convert a Wisp of 'Hongjun's Exclusive Saintly Dao Charm Essence' (Warning: This operation is extremely risky and may cause the Dao Ancestor to flip the table and physically transcend the host! However, the rewards are also immense, significantly enhancing the host's understanding of Heavenly Dao Laws and greatly strengthening the physical origin!)]

[Exchange Option Two: Condense a Wisp of 'Acting on Behalf of Heaven - Merit Purple Qi' (Can be used to upgrade the rank of spiritual treasures, or accelerate one's own cultivation, or... to smash walnuts, the effect is excellent!)]

[Exchange Option Three: Apply a DEBUFF to Dao Ancestor Hongjun: 'A Kind Greeting from Father God Pangu' - 'Within the next ten thousand years, Heavenly Mystery prediction accuracy decreases by 50%, Zixiao Palace toilets will be clogged, even drinking cold water will get stuck in your teeth' Curse Gift Package!]

"I choose one!!" Xuanzheng's eyes flashed with madness as he chose without hesitation!

Fortune favors the bold! If you don't take risks, how can you pluck the thickest wool from Hongjun?!

Boom!!

An unfathomably profound aura, as if containing the origin of all laws from the beginning of heaven and earth, surged into Xuanzheng's body through the [Karma Scale]!

Instantly, Xuanzheng felt as if his Ancestral Witch true form had been thrown into the Pangu Essence Blood Pool and tempered eighty-one times!

Every cell was cheering! Every inch of muscle and bone was transforming!

His comprehension of Laws skyrocketed like a rocket, soaring upwards!

His physical body's strength also increased by a significant margin! So satisfying! It was incredibly satisfying!

Zixiao Palace.

Hongjun: "?????"

He suddenly felt a trace of his own origin, extremely faint yet incredibly important, being fiercely gnawed by something unseen!

Although the loss was minuscule, almost negligible, the feeling of being "burgled" made him, a Saint, feel an urge to curse for the first time!

"This damned chess piece! This damned variable!" Hongjun's fury surged like a monstrous tidal wave!

He had clearly calculated that the core causal thread he had personally woven, "Gonggong Angrily Collides with Buzhou Mountain, the Sky Tilts Northwest, and the Earth Sinks Southeast," had now dimmed to a flicker in the wind, almost completely severed!

The script for the Witch-Demon Calamity, and even the subsequent Saint Era structure he had meticulously planned, was heading towards an unknown abyss he couldn't predict, all because of this unpredictable Witch Clan chess piece!

This chess piece was jumping too wildly! It was practically leaping back and forth on his Hongjun's face, outputting madly!

Hongjun took a deep breath... oh no, Saints didn't need to breathe.

He suppressed the urge to directly descend Zixiao Divine Thunder and blast that little brat into dregs.

He knew that if he directly acted to obliterate Xuanzheng now, he would face fierce backlash from the entire Heavenly Dao Rules! The Merit Golden Light on that kid was unreasonably thick!

He slightly closed his eyes, moved his fingertips, and attempted to use his Saintly power to "fine-tune" the minute details of the Heavenly Dao's operation, creating a "small bit of trouble" for those ignorant Witch Clan members.

The next moment!

A Witch Clan elite team, tasked with laboriously transporting "Ten Thousand Year Deep Sea Silver" from the eastern sea coast, suddenly encountered a terrifying spatial rift tens of thousands of miles long opening in the void before them!

The dark rift was like the mouth of a ravenous beast, swallowing nearly half of their precious supplies in one gulp!

On the other side, in a critical mining area responsible for excavating a certain "Primordial Geng Metal Mother Ore."

Hundreds of powerful Great Witches, capable of tearing apart ancient fierce beasts with their bare hands, suddenly clutched their stomachs in unison, their faces turning green, frothing at the mouth, clearly having been afflicted by some "once-in-a-billion-years" super-duper invincible mixed-type bizarre miasma!

"Hahaha! Father God's test! This is definitely Father God's ultimate test for us!"

Upon receiving these two "bad news," Xuanzheng was not alarmed but delighted, almost popping champagne to celebrate on the spot!

He immediately waved his hand, activating the "Disaster Film Director" mode of the [Script Mirror], instantly rendering these troubles, which Hongjun saw as "minor punishments," into "Father God Pangu's Extreme Pressure Test PLUS Edition to inspect our Witch Clan's engineering quality and determination!"

He then led Dijiang, Houtu, and a host of other Ancestral Witches, along with millions of Witch Clan warriors on the construction site, towards the majestic peak of Buzhou Mountain, performing three kowtows and nine bows with utmost respect!

"Thank you, Father God, for this rigorous test! We, the sons and daughters of the Witch Clan, will overcome all difficulties, persevere unyieldingly, and live up to Father God's trust by forging this Buzhou Mountain into the universe's number one divine mountain, billions of times sturdier than a Chaos Supreme Treasure!"

Xuanzheng's voice, filled with "excitement" and "piety," echoed through the heavens!

Rumble--!!

Above the firmament, the Merit Golden Clouds, which had already dispersed, seemed to have received an order and gathered again!

Their scale was immense, their color purer, and several times more concentrated than ever before!

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh--!

A rain of merit, like a golden waterfall, poured down, blanketing the entire Buzhou Mountain construction site!

Wisps and strands of Pangu's Legacy, visible to the naked eye, also seemed to be summoned, descending from the void, integrating into the body of Buzhou Mountain, and even into the countless pious Witch Clan members who were kowtowing.

In Zixiao Palace, the veins on Hongjun's forehead, which had only been twitching slightly before, were now throbbing like earthworms!

I... I wanted you to encounter difficulties and retreat! To show you a little bit of what I can do!

Not for you to come here and grind for dungeon achievements, and even drop hidden equipment, damn it!

These brutes whose brains are filled with nothing but muscle and lava! These simpletons who only know how to think with their fists!

How on earth do their minds work?!

Not only was the disruption ineffective, but it was also actively aiding the enemy!

Hongjun felt a mouthful of blood blocking his throat, almost causing his Dao Heart to destabilize and fall into madness on the spot!

His face was ashen, his eyes so cold they could freeze the Great Dao!

He had made up his mind!

He must employ thunderous means!

He must forcibly pull this completely runaway plot back onto the track he had preset!

"Ten thousand years later, I will hold a sermon on the Primordial Dao outside the Thirty-Third Heaven, within the Chaos, at Zixiao Palace! All those in the Primordial World who are fated may come and listen!"

A voice, indifferent and majestic, yet incredibly clear, as if resonating directly within the Primordial Spirit of every living being, instantly echoed throughout the entire Primordial World, reaching every corner of the boundless Chaos!

The Primordial World was utterly shaken! It boiled!

Countless powerful beings in secluded cave-mansions who were in arduous cultivation, whether they were the lingering remnants of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans, or certain Innate Deities who had existed since the Primordial Era, or even newly formed, ambitious new generation powerhouses...

All beings, regardless of their origin or cultivation level, were startled awake from their cultivation and enlightenment!

"A Saint is preaching!!"

"Dao Ancestor Hongjun is about to lecture on the Supreme Great Dao!"

"Heavens! What an incredible opportunity! A chance to ascend to the heavens in a single step is right before us! We must! We absolutely must go!"

Deep within the luminous Dragon Palace at the abyssal depths of the East Sea, the ancient Ancestor Dragon, long since withered into dead wood and resting his eyes for countless eons, suddenly opened his colossal dragon eyes, which were larger than the sun and moon, shooting out two beams of light that pierced through all of eternity!

In the Kunlun Mountains' ethereal immortal realm, Queen Mother of the West, who was admiring the Innate Spiritual Root, the Peaches of Immortality, by the Jade Pond, paused her elegant and noble movements. Her beautiful eyes gazed towards the endless chaos beyond the heavens, a hint of brilliance flashing within them.

In the Underworld's Sea of Blood, Old Ancestor Minghe, who was enthusiastically evolving the Asura Clan, attempting to forge a path to enlightenment through slaughter, felt his Yuantu and Abi swords emit a yearning hum. His blood-red gaze also turned towards Zixiao Palace!

All the powerhouses of the Primordial World who aspired to higher realms and yearned to transcend their fate, their eyes ignited with a scorching flame capable of incinerating the heavens!

They emerged from their secluded cultivation, packed their belongings, and began rushing towards the mysterious and unfathomable depths of chaos – Zixiao Palace – without regard for anything else!

All for the sake of securing a cushion to listen to the Dao! A prime spot that could change their destiny!

Buzhou Mountain, a bustling super construction site.

Xuanzheng naturally heard Hongjun's "class notification" that echoed throughout the Primordial World.

He casually tossed a sample of the "Pangu Divine Concrete ProMax Exclusive Edition," which had just taken shape and was shimmering with seven-colored treasure light, to Zhurong beside him, asking him to test its fire resistance limit.

He slightly raised an eyebrow, a mocking smirk curling on his lips, even more cunning than a fox's.

"Old man Hongjun, you finally can't sit still and are going to personally enter the arena to control the game?"

"You want to use this lecture to draw a 'pie in the sky,' use those illusory Saint Positions to control the Heavenly Mysteries, redefine the grand trend, and forcefully steer the derailed plot back on track?"

"What a pity, what a pity!" Xuanzheng extended his pinky finger and picked his ear, his expression one of arrogant confidence, as if saying, "Perform all you want, I'll admit defeat if I'm wrong."

"This script of yours, I, Xuanzheng... will not only revise it, but I'll also turn it into a limited-edition feel-good novel exclusively customized for our Witch Clan!"

Dijiang's robust figure appeared beside him and asked in a deep voice, "Thirteenth brother, Old man Hongjun is holding class in the chaos, should we... go join the fun?"

Xuanzheng clapped the non-existent dust off his hands, his gaze deep as he looked towards the distant depths of chaos, where it seemed countless 'Merits,' 'Destiny,' and 'Treasures' were beckoning him.

"Go! Of course, we'll go! How can an event this grand and lively be complete without us, the Witch Clan, your 'excellent students' and 'atmosphere enhancers'?"

He paused, the "honest and innocent" smile on his face becoming exceptionally meaningful at this moment, carrying a hint of chilling "friendliness."

"Besides, Elder Brother, don't underestimate the 'tickets' to Zixiao Palace..."

"Some 'listening slots' are treasures that can be sold at sky-high prices!"

"For example, selling them to those three mudfish, oh no, the Daoist Three Pure Ones, and charging them a little 'sponsorship fee' wouldn't be too much, right?"

"Or, for example, selling them to those two penniless fellows from the West, making them sign a 'Ten Thousand Generations Merit Loan,' and charging them some Spiritual Mountain and Spiritual Veins as interest, that's quite reasonable, isn't it?"

"Hehehehehe..."