Solar Star, Tang Valley.
The little Golden Crows, their vitality restored, flew in affectionate circles around Xuanzheng.
"Uncle Xuanzheng! Uncle Xuanzheng! Give us some more of that cool stuff!" The boldest little Golden Crow rubbed his fluffy head against Xuanzheng's arm.
A "simple and honest" smile hung on Xuanzheng's face. With a flick of his fingertip, a thread of supremely yin water vapor condensed from Gonggong's Water Law, mixed with a trace of Pangu Order Power, precisely entered the little Golden Crow's body.
The little Golden Crow let out a contented chirp. The excessively fierce Solar True Fire around his body became much gentler.
Not far away, Di Jun and Taiyi stood side by side. Their expressions were darker than the shadows beneath their feet.
Every cry of "Uncle Xuanzheng" was like a red-hot iron needle stabbing fiercely into their hearts.
"Many thanks to Fellow Daoist Xuanzheng for lending a hand. My sons... have been unruly." Di Jun's voice was dry, each word seeming to roll over a blade's edge.
Xuanzheng waved his hand, wearing an expression that said, "It's simply my duty." "Ah, Fellow Daoist Di Jun, you're too polite! Children are innocent. Whoever treats them well, they'll grow close to! I'm only doing this for the harmony and stability of the Primordial World, and for the healthy growth of the next generation!"
Once Xuanzheng had gone far away, Taiyi could no longer suppress himself and roared through voice transmission, "Big Brother! I can't take this anymore! I'd rather fight him to the death than suffer such utter humiliation!"
Di Jun closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again, they held endless coldness and killing intent. "Endure it! For the children, for the great cause of our demon race, every humiliation we suffer today shall one day be repaid with the blood of the entire witch race!"
Inside Zixiao Palace.
Crack—!
The Jade Cup in Dao Ancestor Hongjun's hand, which he used to deduce the heavenly secrets, silently turned to dust. In the instant his sacred heart wavered, the Heavenly Dao Laws throughout Zixiao Palace showed a barely perceptible disturbance, as though even the River of Time had trembled before he forcibly smoothed it over.
Within the water mirror, the sight of the ten little Golden Crows happily gathered around Xuanzheng was blinding beyond measure.
The [Calamity Balance Lock] he had set was meant to put a bridle on the witch race and delay the final battle. Yet Xuanzheng, this variable, had directly overturned the chessboard and turned the shackles into a bridge for cooperation! Not only had he failed to stop the witch race, he had personally delivered the lifeline of the demon race into Xuanzheng's hands!
An unprecedented sense of losing control sent ripples through even Hongjun's sacred heart.
This was not a variable. This was a... Chaos Demon God capable of turning his entire script upside down!
At that moment, Hongjun suppressed his churning thoughts. An invisible ripple of Dao resonance spread from beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, reaching every corner of the Primordial World.
"A thousand years from now, Zixiao Palace shall open for the preaching of the Dao."
The voice was indifferent and majestic.
As soon as the news emerged, the Primordial World was shaken. On Kunlun Mountain, the Daoist Three Pure Ones opened their eyes simultaneously, divine light blazing within them; on western Mount Sumeru, Zhunti and Jieyin revealed ecstatic expressions; within the Blood Sea, Ancestor Minghe was so excited that bloody waves surged into the heavens.
On the Solar Star, Xuanzheng also sensed the fluctuation. He had little interest in the Primordial Spirit Great Dao. What concerned him more was...
[Ding!]
In his mind, the Primordial World Bug Fixing Manual refreshed in response!
[BUG ID: Pangu_ZXP001] [BUG Name: The Zixiao Palace Dao-listening seat allocation mechanism is excessively primitive (relying on brute force to seize meditation cushions), lacks humanitarian consideration and orderly guidance, easily triggers unnecessary bloody conflicts and missed opportunities, and hinders the construction of a harmonious Primordial World society and the efficient dissemination of the Great Dao.] [Repair Plan: Introduce a 'diversified, market-oriented, people-centered Dao-listening seat allocation and value-added service system,' ensuring that 'all who should listen can listen' and 'better listeners receive better treatment.'] [Repair Reward: A small amount of Heavenly Dao Merit, a trace of insight into the outer restrictions of Zixiao Palace, Dao Ancestor Hongjun's favorability -100 (but overall Heavenly Dao favorability +1, Pangu world will favorability +1).]
Xuanzheng's eyes lit up at once.
Well, damn! Officially authorized by the Heavenly Dao to scalp tickets outside Zixiao Palace! Hongjun's favorability was already negative infinity anyway—what difference would a little more make?
Xuanzheng immediately rose to his feet and shouted at Zhurong and Gonggong, who were directing the demons in digging pits nearby, "Brother Zhurong! Brother Gonggong! I'll leave the finishing work on the Solar Star to you two. Make sure it meets both quality and quantity standards!"
With that, he turned and walked toward Bai Ze, the demon race's strategist, who was exhausted like a dead dog yet still forcibly carrying out deductions.
"Fellow Daoist Bai Ze," Xuanzheng said with a face full of "sacred radiance," "the Dao Ancestor's preaching is imminent. This is a grand event of the ages. I intend to lead a team of 'outstanding young witch race study delegates' to learn from advanced experience."
Bai Ze's eyelid twitched. A sense of foreboding rose within him, but he could only force himself to agree. "Fellow Daoist Xuanzheng is truly righteous."
But Xuanzheng abruptly changed the subject and sighed in pained frustration. "Alas! The Dao Ancestor is kind and practices No Discrimination in Teaching, but Zixiao Palace has limited seats, while there are countless great powers who wish to hear the Dao! If everyone fought until their heads were bloodied just to seize a spot, splashing blood across the Dao field, wouldn't that go against the old Dao Ancestor's original intentions? It would harm the harmony of Heaven!"
Bai Ze froze, subconsciously feeling that he had a point.
Seeing that he had taken the bait, Xuanzheng patted him on the shoulder. Wearing an expression that said, "I'm only doing this for everyone's sake," he lowered his voice. "That's why I simply can't bear to see such disorderly chaos happen. I've decided to contribute my modest strength toward maintaining order at Zixiao Palace!"
He smiled mysteriously and said slowly, "Through certain 'special channels,' I've already secured several... 'internal subscription karmic rights' to front-row VIP Dao-listening cushions at Zixiao Palace."
"Our witch race has decided to 'friendlily' offer a portion of these 'Zixiao Palace internal VIP Dao-listening seat exchange vouchers' to All Races of the Primordial World! Highest bidder wins, first come, first served!"
Bai Ze was completely stunned, his mind buzzing. This could... be done?
Xuanzheng seemed to be talking to himself, yet his voice clearly reached every high-ranking member of the demon race. "After all, our witch race has obtained too much of Pangu's Legacy. Things like Mysterious Yellow Mother Qi and Geng Metal Divine Iron are just taking up space piled in the warehouse. We might as well exchange them for specialties from the various races and improve the food for our tribe."
After saying that, Xuanzheng ignored the demon crowd that had completely turned to stone, turned, and walked away with a heroic voice.
"Brother Zhurong, Brother Gonggong, I'll leave this place to you!"
"I'm going to develop a 'cultural industry' for our witch race!"
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