A Great Calamity Approaches!

"Fragment of the Jade Plate of Creation?"

A sharp glint flashed in Tongtian's eyes, and he could not help but feel delighted.

This was a rare supreme treasure!

Even Old Ancestor Hongjun would probably find it difficult not to be tempted by it.

Especially the mysteries of the Heavenly Dao contained within it.

It could be said that with it, the path of cultivation would become much smoother, and one's comprehension of the Great Dao would greatly accelerate.

With a thought, he took it out and examined it carefully.

Just then, a furious roar suddenly erupted from the Sun Star, resounding across the Great Desolation Continent.

"Who was it?! Who dared to steal from my Demon Race Treasury?!"

That furious roar shook the Primordial Wilderness, setting the four seas trembling.

Countless cultivators discussed it in astonishment.

"Gasp—! Who was bold enough to break into the Demon Race Treasury? Was that not courting death?!"

"Exactly! How long had it been since East King Duke's lesson? And someone already dared to take such a risk? They truly had guts!"

"That is the Demon Race's sacred ground. Who knows how many treasures are hidden inside... Ahem, ahem, I am just jealous, that is all."

"It seems the Primordial Wilderness is about to become unsettled again."

"Say... could Sect Master Tongtian have done it? After all, he is a Saint. Would entering the Demon Race Treasury not be effortless for him..."

Before the words could finish, they abruptly stopped.

Just as the gods were utterly bewildered, a cold snort suddenly rang throughout the Primordial Wilderness.

"How dare you profane a Saint! If there is a next time, your entire race will be exterminated!"

The moment those words were spoken, countless living beings turned pale in terror. Those with low cultivation were so frightened that their legs went weak and their faces became bloodless.

Dijun and Taiyi were already seething with rage, but when they heard that voice, their expressions changed as well.

They had indeed suspected Tongtian earlier, but now, that possibility seemed extremely unlikely.

Given Tongtian's current status and strength, if he truly wanted something, he only needed to ask. They had no power to refuse.

Why would he need to act in secret?

Fortunately, Tongtian did not know what they were thinking, or he might not have been able to stop himself from laughing like a pig.

He knew full well that something like face was worthless before true profit.

Only those who thought themselves lofty would regard it as more important than life itself.

And such people were often the ones most likely to suffer because of it.

Of course, Tongtian had acted to intimidate them because he wanted to stir up the situation.

Besides, Fuxi had planned and directed the entire operation. Tongtian had not even lifted a finger, so he could not take the blame for this!

"Have you considered another possibility?" Kunpeng, who had remained silent until now, said with a frown, his tone carrying a trace of suspicion.

"What possibility? Tell us quickly!" Taiyi urged at once, ever impatient.

Though Dijun said nothing, his expression was equally grave.

The losses this time had been far too severe. If the treasury's resources could not be recovered, the Demon Race would not be destroyed, but its strength would inevitably suffer a devastating blow.

"First, the heavenly secrets were concealed, which means the one who acted possessed extremely high cultivation."

"Second, after ruling out the Interception Sect, there are very few who could accomplish this. We can investigate them one by one."

"Furthermore, I suspect that the treasury resources we failed to find in the Purple Mansion were also moved away by this group when they had the chance."

"Therefore, these thieves are definitely not a single person. They are most likely an organized group!"

Kunpeng slowly voiced his deductions. Though his tone was calm, every word rang with force.

The moment he spoke, everyone fell into deep thought.

Upon careful consideration, it did not seem unreasonable.

After a while, Dijun's gaze darkened, killing intent blazing within it.

"If that is the case, then investigate this thoroughly!"

"As long as we catch those despicable little thieves, we will make sure they die without a burial ground!!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" the gods answered in unison.

Without even pausing to catch his breath, Kunpeng and the Ten Great Demon Gods each led a portion of the Demon Race army and surged toward every corner of the Primordial Wilderness.

Seeing such a display, all the great experts immediately grew vigilant and strengthened their defenses.

The entire Great Desolation Continent was filled with the tense air of an approaching storm.

At this time, on the Three Immortal Islands.

Fuxi, the instigator behind it all, stored the treasures in the Treasure Pavilion and then cast a clone technique.

He sent several incarnations to oversee the affairs of the Interception Sect, while his true body headed straight into a secret chamber.

He intended to break through to the middle stage of the Quasi-Saint realm.

Within Wuzhuang Temple.

Hong Yun hurried over. Without exchanging much small talk, he sat on a Cushion as soon as he entered, casually picked up a Ginseng Fruit, and began devouring it.

"You called me here so urgently. What is it?"

Still chewing fruit pulp, he asked indistinctly.

Zhenyuanzi let out a soft sigh and spoke with a solemn expression.

"What have you decided regarding joining the Interception Sect?"

Hong Yun froze slightly, his brows unconsciously furrowing.

By nature, he enjoyed traveling everywhere and did not wish to be bound by the rules of a sect.

Yet seeing his old friend so serious, he found it difficult to refuse outright.

Zhenyuanzi naturally understood his temperament. He waved a hand and advised him.

"The great tribulation is about to arise. Many fellow Daoists have already fallen. You should think this over carefully."

"If you do not possess sufficient strength, even if you can roam freely for a time, how long can that freedom last?"

Hong Yun remained silent.

It was not as though he did not understand this reasoning.

It was simply that he still harbored a trace of hope, believing that he had always avoided conflict and had not made many enemies.

Asking him to give up his freedom in exchange for protection was truly difficult to accept.

What was more, the Interception Sect had a Saint like Tongtian overseeing it, along with many Quasi-Saint experts behind him.

"Fine. Since you have already made up your mind, I will not try to persuade you further."

"After the Purple Heaven Palace's third sermon ends, I will formally join the Interception Sect.

"If you are willing then, you can go with me."

Time flew by, and a thousand years passed in the blink of an eye.

Over these years, because of the stolen treasury, the Demon Race had nearly mobilized its entire force to hunt down thieves throughout the Primordial Wilderness.

The entire Primordial Wilderness was filled with panic and cries of misery.

Among the already diminished Three Thousand Mortal World Guests, many more great experts fell one after another, leaving countless living beings fearful and uneasy.

Fortunately, Kunpeng had made an early judgment and focused the search on great experts, preventing more weak living beings from being implicated.

Otherwise, who knew how many innocent people would have died in this upheaval?

However, just as the Demon Race was killing with fervor, it angered another force—the Witch Race.

Since ancient times, they had regarded protecting the world created from Great God Pangu as their duty. How could they tolerate the Demon Race running rampant like this?

Thus, the conflict between the two races deepened by the day.

Almost every day, members of both races perished.

Seeing this, the Witch Race was consumed by fury. They swiftly deployed their forces and intensified their counterattacks.

As for the Demon Race, after gaining nothing for a thousand years, they had long grown restless and frustrated.

When the Witch Race struck them head-on, it became the perfect outlet for their pent-up rage.

For a time, the conflict between the Wu and Yao Races grew increasingly fierce, and the flames of war continued to spread.

The entire Primordial Wilderness was suffused with a grim, murderous aura.

One day.

Nuwa, whose relationship with Tongtian had grown ever closer, suddenly spoke.

"It has been a long time since I returned. I want to go see my Daoist field."

Tongtian was taken aback, not expecting her to bring this up so suddenly.

After thinking for a moment, he smiled faintly.

"Alright. I will accompany you."

"And while we are at it, I will show you something interesting."

A meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

He had sensed that the Heavenly Court was about to emerge, and its location happened to be atop Buzhou Mountain.

In other words, the future Heavenly Court would be built directly above the Witch Race's heads.

The consequences were easy to imagine.

"Something interesting? What kind of excitement?"

Nuwa looked curious.

"Mm... the Wu and Yao Races will probably officially go to war."

Tongtian smiled as he pinched her nose, wrapped an arm around her waist, and moved with a thought.

In the blink of an eye, the two had appeared atop Buzhou Mountain.

Nuwa stared at him in shock. Only at this moment did she truly understand the might of a Saint.

The Three Immortal Islands were countless billions of miles away, yet he had casually brought her across that distance. It was terrifying beyond measure!

"What are you standing around for? Let us go."

Seeing her gaze wandering as though her mind was unsettled, Tongtian chuckled and teased her.

Nuwa came back to her senses and answered softly before leading him into her Daoist field.

And at that very moment,

Dijun and Taiyi, who had searched throughout the Primordial Wilderness for a blessed land without finding anything,

suddenly felt something stir within their hearts and followed the vague guidance toward Buzhou Mountain.

As the sensation became increasingly clear, the two exchanged a glance,

then led their subordinates straight toward the mountaintop.

Before long, they arrived at the summit.

Before they could steady themselves,

an incomparably dazzling radiance suddenly bloomed in the skies above Buzhou Mountain.

Sensing the arrival of those destined for it, the grand formation concealing the mountain automatically dissipated.

Five-colored auspicious clouds surged forth, covering the heavens for countless billions of miles in an instant.

In that moment, countless beings were alarmed.

"They have arrived."

Tongtian gently stroked Nuwa's hair, anticipation filling his eyes.

Nuwa followed his gaze.

"The Heavenly Court! Hahaha! It truly is the Heavenly Court!"

"Heaven favors my Demon Race!"

Dijun threw back his head and laughed, his face filled with joy.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi and the others beside him were likewise overwhelmed with excitement.

They shouted in unison:

"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations!"

"No need for formalities. Follow me inside."

With a wave of his hand, Dijun helped everyone up before taking the lead into the Heavenly Court.

The group briefly inspected the place before finally gathering outside Lingxiao Palace.

That towering and magnificent palace truly carried the imposing aura of ruling over the world.

Overjoyed, the two brothers sensed the heavenly secrets and secretly exchanged a few words before reaching a decision.

They leaped into the air above Lingxiao Palace, activated their magic power, and proclaimed loudly:

"Heavenly Dao, bear witness! We, Dijun and Taiyi, accept the Mandate of Heaven to enlighten all living beings and establish the Heavenly Court atop Buzhou Mountain. May the Heavenly Dao bear witness!"

"Today, with the Chaos Bell as its anchor and the River Diagram and Luo Book gathering its fortune, the Heavenly Court, arise!"

Rumble!

The Heavenly Dao responded, its answer vast and mighty.

In an instant, boundless power of the Heavenly Dao descended.

Dijun and Taiyi's words spread throughout every corner of the Primordial Wilderness.

The Demon Race's endless fortune gathered above their heads, visibly strengthening their auras.

At the same time, clouds of merit slowly rose within a million-mile radius, radiant and dazzling.

Some great experts who had survived by chance until now were startled awake from Closed Door Meditation.

A moment later, dozens of Divine Senses descended upon Buzhou Mountain.

"Gasp! Such immense merit—could they be becoming Saints in a single step?"

"Good heavens, is the Demon Race about to produce Saints too?"

"Who would have thought they could create such a commotion without anyone noticing? It truly makes one envious!"

"I have a feeling that the coming Primordial Wilderness will not be peaceful."

"Enlightening all beings on behalf of Heaven? Hmph! Dijun and Taiyi have no small ambitions!"

Within Mount Sumeru.

"Senior Brother, I suddenly had a premonition. I keep feeling that a great calamity is about to descend."

Zhunti withdrew his gaze and turned to the senior brother beside him,

That vague premonition was exactly the same as the one before the conflict between the Dao and the demons.

There was even a slight tremor in his voice. Clearly, he had yet to recover from that catastrophe.

"It is nothing. This tribulation should have nothing to do with our West. Just cultivate in peace."