Die Together!

Ninety-five percent of the immeasurable merit descended upon her, resonating with the Primordial Violet Qi between her brows.

In an instant, Nuwa's aura underwent a world-shaking transformation.

The next moment, an indescribable pressure erupted from within her. Centered on her, it swiftly swept across the East Sea, spread through the Primordial Wilderness, and enveloped the Myriad Worlds.

The entire world trembled.

Purple qi churned across the sky like raging tides. All living beings involuntarily fell to their knees and cried out in unison:

"Congratulations to Saint Nuwa on attaining the Dao!"

On Kunlun Mountain, Laozi and Yuanshi felt that aura, and their expressions changed drastically.

As Pangu's legitimate lineage, with orthodox inheritances, they could barely console themselves for having yet to become Saints.

But now, even Nuwa had crossed that threshold before them. How could they not feel bitter? How could their hearts not tighten?

What stifled them most was that, after cultivating for so many years, they had not merely failed to set foot upon the legendary Saint's path.

They did not even know which direction to take!

The grievance and helplessness in their hearts were things they could never tell outsiders.

At Spirit Mountain.

"Damn it! The Interception Sect again! Why does the Heavenly Dao always favor the Interception Sect? I refuse to accept this!!"

Zhunti shattered the stone platform before him with one palm. His face was livid, nearly twisted with rage.

One Saint after another had emerged, and all of them belonged to the Interception Sect. How were they supposed to bear this?

Was I, the great Zhunti, truly worthy of no one's respect?

Within the Heavenly Court.

Dijun felt the might that had spread out when Nuwa broke through to the Saint realm, and his heart clenched sharply.

He had just planned to join forces with Yuanshi to suppress Tongtian, yet another new Saint had appeared in the blink of an eye.

How was he supposed to control this situation now?

Fortunately, Taiyi promptly spoke to reassure him:

"Brother, there is no need to worry. The Grand Formation of the Stars is nearing completion."

"Once the formation is fully established, dealing with Tongtian will be effortless."

"As for Nuwa, who has only just attained the Dao, we can suppress her with the formation. Victory should be certain."

Hearing this, Dijun's expression eased somewhat.

As the creator of the formation, he knew better than anyone just how terrifying its power was.

Just then—

[Congratulations, Host. Your disciple Nuwa has successfully attained the Dao and become a Saint. Reward: ten million units of Great Dao merit.]

[Congratulations, Host. Your disciple Nuwa has created the Human Race. Their fortune is now closely linked to that of the Interception Sect.]

[Congratulations, Host. Nuwa's sainthood has caused a surge in fortune. The growth-type supreme treasure, the Sect Master's Seal, has advanced into a low-grade Chaos Spiritual Treasure.]

Three consecutive notifications rang out in Tongtian's mind. He was briefly stunned before the corners of his lips rose.

Ten million units of Great Dao merit was no small amount.

Although it was far less than what Nuwa had received from the Heavenly Dao, in terms of purity and effectiveness, the merit bestowed by the Heavenly Dao was not worth mentioning in his eyes.

What delighted him even more was that the Sect Master's Seal had finally entered the Chaos level.

One had to know that, in the present Primordial Wilderness, aside from the Chaos Bead, every Chaos Spiritual Treasure was an utterly unique existence!

Moreover, this supreme treasure could continue evolving. Its potential was limitless!

Almost at the same time.

At the edge of the East Sea.

A clear, resounding cry tore through the sky.

Immediately afterward, a phoenix radiating golden light soared into the heavens.

Moments later, it arrived before Nuwa, lowered its head, and bowed respectfully.

"It has some discernment, at least."

Nuwa smiled faintly, tacitly accepting its submission.

Tongtian watched calmly from the side and did not stop it.

After all, it was a divine beast at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal level. It was worthy enough to serve as a mount.

Still, this fellow had always hidden itself, never showing its face. Now that it saw someone become a Saint, it immediately appeared to pledge allegiance. It truly was slippery.

"All beings may rise."

"In three thousand years, I shall be Opening the Altar to Preach the Dao at the Three Immortal Islands for one thousand years. All those fated to do so may come and hear the Dao."

Nuwa withdrew her Saint's might. Her tone was calm, yet her words shook the world in every direction.

The entire Primordial Wilderness erupted at those words.

Leaving aside the supreme mysteries contained in a Saint's preaching, the name of Tongtian's Interception Sect alone was enough to draw every race into a frenzy.

The only regret was that the Interception Sect's second large-scale recruitment of disciples was still far in the future.

While countless eyes were focused on the East Sea.

Minghe, deep within the Netherworld Blood Sea, suddenly felt a stir in his heart.

The next moment, he imitated Nuwa and began using the essence of the Blood Sea to breed living beings.

Before long, countless figures emerged from the blood waves and covered the sea's surface.

Strangely, among this newborn race, the men were vicious and ugly, while every woman possessed beauty capable of toppling kingdoms.

Minghe did not care about their differing appearances. Looking up at the heavens, he proclaimed loudly:

"Heavenly Dao above, I, Minghe, create a race within this boundless Blood Sea today. It shall be known as the Asura Race. May the Heavenly Dao bear witness!"

Rumble—!

Thunder roared through the Three Realms, instantly drawing countless gazes.

Minghe wore a face full of anticipation as he waited for merit to descend.

Yet in the next moment, his entire body froze.

It was not that nothing had happened. Rather, the merit gathering in the sky... was pitifully scarce.

Tsk—

Stifled snickers came from every direction.

Minghe felt his face burn as if roasted by fire. He roared in furious humiliation:

"How unfair is the Heavenly Dao! Nuwa created the Human Race and received immeasurable merit. Why have I received only such a paltry reward for creating a race?!"

The moment his words fell, a bolt of purple lightning struck down from the void without warning.

It hit Minghe squarely on the head!

The already sparse motes of merit vanished the instant the lightning exploded.

It was as if the Heavenly Dao coldly replied: Think it is too little? Fine, then you get none at all!

Pfft—!

Minghe spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression miserable as humiliation and fury intertwined.

The enormous disgrace left him too ashamed to linger. He hastily dove into the depths of the Blood Sea and hid as though fleeing for his life.

This time, he had utterly disgraced himself!

Elsewhere in the world...

Hong Yun, who had cultivated in Huoyun Cave for many years,

felt a slight stir in his heart upon hearing that Nuwa would be Opening the Altar to Preach the Dao in three thousand years.

Yet he did not know that shortly after he left,

Dijun and Taiyi, who had long been secretly tracking him, were already leading their forces quietly toward this place.

"Brother, why not set up a formation and trap Hong Yun?"

As Eastern Emperor Taiyi hurried onward, he sent a voice transmission to Dijun. "We finally caught him alone. If we make too much noise and alert others, would all our previous efforts not be wasted?"

In truth, the one he truly feared was not anyone else, but Tongtian—after suffering repeated setbacks at Tongtian's hands, he had long developed lingering fears.

"You make sense."

After a brief contemplation, Dijun nodded. "I will use the River Diagram and Luo Book as the foundation to set up a concealment formation."

Not long after he finished speaking, a grand formation that concealed auras and sealed fluctuations took shape.

Just then, Hong Yun leisurely approached, his gaze still lingering over the vast scenery between heaven and earth.

But the instant he stepped into the formation, a chill surged into his heart, as though blades pressed against his back.

His expression changed drastically, and he instinctively turned to retreat—

Yet before he could move, killing intent had already emerged behind him.

Taiyi stood quietly in his path of retreat, the Chaos Bell in hand, as though he had been waiting for a long time.

"May I ask why you two have stopped this humble Daoist?"

Still unaware of the situation, Hong Yun forced himself to remain calm and asked with cupped hands.

"It is nothing much. We merely wish to ask Fellow Daoist for a favor."

Taiyi smiled lightly. His face appeared gentle, but his tone carried an indescribable chill.

"Oh? Please speak. So long as it is within my capabilities, Hong Yun will naturally do his best."

"You can certainly accomplish this." Taiyi narrowed his eyes. "It is quite simple—lend us your life."

Before his words had faded, shadows flickered all around them as dozens of figures appeared.

The weakest among them were Grand Unity Golden Immortals, while several had already reached the early or even middle stages of the Quasi-Saint realm.

Hong Yun's heart sank sharply. He sighed inwardly, Damn it! If I had known this would happen, I should have listened to my old friend and joined the Interception Sect!

He forcibly suppressed his panic and focused on guarding himself.

"Do not waste your efforts, Fellow Daoist Hong Yun."

Taiyi sneered. "This place has already been sealed by the formation. Even if you had wings, you would not escape."

Seeing the slight change in his expression, a trace of disdain flashed through Dijun's eyes, as though the man before him was nothing more than an ant.

"You two... I, Hong Yun, have always avoided conflict and have never offended the Demon Race. Why are you determined to strike so ruthlessly today?"

Hong Yun forced out a smile, though his entire body was tense, afraid that they would suddenly attack.

"You may not have offended us, but you are simply too 'kindhearted.'"

Dijun spoke slowly, his voice gentle though every word cut like a blade. "Since that is the case, why not do one final good deed before you die and fulfill our wishes?"

Hong Yun felt cold from head to toe upon hearing this.

If not for the circumstances, he truly wanted to rush forward and slap these two men several times!

I may be kindhearted, but I am not an idiot!

What sort of good deed requires someone to fill the gap with his own life?!

He said no more. His magic power surged rapidly within him as he gritted his teeth and roared:

"If I survive today, I will surely make the Demon Race repay this blood debt someday!"

The moment those words were spoken, the killing intent throughout the area rose sharply.

"Since you seek death, we shall grant your wish!"

Taiyi's voice was cold as ice. The Chaos Bell in his hand crashed down, its might shaking mountains and rivers.

Hong Yun, one of the Primordial Wilderness's foremost experts,

searched through all his possessions and found only three spiritual treasures for protection—

two low-grade Innate treasures, and a single mid-grade one that was merely a belt for binding the waist.

Seeing the Chaos Bell, an Innate Supreme Treasure, bearing down on him, Hong Yun went pale. He hurriedly brought out his waistband and used all his strength to resist.

The sight was both miserable and absurd.

Dijun and the other demons spread out in all directions, aiding Taiyi while completely sealing off every route of escape.

As for whether they might lose?

What kind of existence was an Innate Supreme Treasure? It possessed both overwhelming offensive and defensive power.

Besides, their opponent could not even produce a proper magical treasure.

If they still lost under such circumstances, they might as well scatter their Dao and return to nothingness.

A muffled boom rang out, as though the firmament itself had split apart.

The Chaos Bell collided with the belt.

Hong Yun immediately felt a violent force capable of destroying heaven and earth surge from his waist into his body.

He had no time even to circulate his magic power for defense. His chest tightened, blood sprayed from his mouth, and he was sent flying a million miles like a kite with its string cut.

After stabilizing himself, he raised a hand to wipe the blood from his lips, but his heart had already sunk into an abyss.

He knew that he would likely be unable to escape the calamity of death today, and his heart was filled with unwillingness.

Fury churned in his eyes, and hatred surged like waves before quickly turning into madness.

"You want my life? Then we shall die together!"

With an enraged roar, he ignored his grievous injuries and frantically activated his cultivation, intending to self-destruct and perish with them.

Just then—

A clear voice came from the horizon, causing his movements to halt involuntarily.

"Do not panic, Fellow Daoist. This humble Daoist has come too late!"

It was Zhenyuanzi!

Hong Yun's heart shook, and the tension in his mind finally eased somewhat.

As it turned out, Tongtian had noticed the disturbance the moment Dijun and the others began besieging Hong Yun.

But he still remembered how Hong Yun had refused his invitation back then. Harboring a bit of selfishness, he had not immediately informed Zhenyuanzi, intending only to let Hong Yun suffer a little before rescuing him.

Only now, seeing him pushed to the brink of death and preparing to destroy himself, did Tongtian appear with Zhenyuanzi.

Tongtian's expression stiffened slightly when his gaze fell upon that waistband swaying in the wind.

An image uncontrollably surfaced in his mind: an old man waving a strip of cloth around wildly in midair...

Tsk!

It was truly too unbearable to look at!