A Weak Lord at Everyone's Mercy!

This scene was witnessed by countless living beings, leaving them all dumbfounded and speechless with shock.

BOOM--!

BOOM--!

BOOM--!

Thunderous explosions erupted one after another, bursting around the four Saints.

A blazing energy storm swept in all directions, shaking heaven and earth, causing countless powerful beings' eyelids to twitch and their hearts to tremble.

Vast aftershocks radiated outwards from the four figures, spreading to the four extremes and lingering for a long time.

Wherever they passed, the void shattered, and mountains, rivers, plants, and spirit stones all turned to dust.

When the smoke and dust settled, heaven and earth returned to silence.

The four Saints' robes were tattered, their hair disheveled, and they looked utterly disheveled.

But at this moment, how could they still care about their dignity?

Their aged faces were filled with shock and disbelief.

The power of a single strike had forced them to go all out just to barely save their lives.

Such strength was simply horrifying!

Hiss--

The myriad races of the Primordial World gasped in unison at this sight.

A sense of dread permeated heaven and earth, needing no words, it had already seeped into their bones.

At this moment, everyone finally understood that Tongtian's strength had long surpassed their imagination.

"Impossible! How could he be so terrifying?"

"It must be that we have just attained Saintly Positions and have not yet fully grasped the power of the Saintly Way!"

"That's right, it must be like this!" The four roared in their hearts, their Dao hearts on the verge of collapse.

Fortunately, they found an excuse in time to stabilize their minds, otherwise, this battle would have etched an indelible shadow in their hearts.

Above the Heavenly Court, Taiyi and Kunpeng felt the world-shattering fluctuations, their expressions changing drastically.

A single thought surfaced in both their minds: The Saints have emerged, and the great competition has begun!

Atop Buzhou Mountain, within the Ancestral Witch Hall, the Twelve Ancestral Witches also sensed something.

They exchanged glances, their expressions more solemn than ever before.

Zhurong, known for his fiery temper, suddenly stood up, his voice like thunder:

"Now that the Saints have risen, will the path of our Witch Race to unify the Primordial World be hindered?"

As his words fell, the hall fell into a deathly silence, where even breathing could be heard clearly.

Dijiang remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "We'll take it one step at a time."

"Our Witch Race has always been fearless. If anyone dares to block our path, then we will fight!"

Although he spoke forcefully, he couldn't hide the worry in his heart.

They had heard of the power of Saints before; their might was immeasurable, and their momentum unstoppable.

However, from what they could see now, Yuanshi and the other four Saints were still not half as powerful as Dao Ancestor Hongjun back then.

Thinking of this, he felt slightly relieved.

Even so, he was not without his trump cards.

He still had a hidden card in his hand, originally prepared for Dijun and Taiyi.

If it truly came to a desperate situation, he wouldn't mind letting other Saints have a taste of it first.

Deep within the Netherworld Blood Sea, Ancestor Minghe's heart suddenly stirred.

He sensed the hidden connection between becoming a Saint and establishing a sect, and immediately rose into the air, standing above the blood sea and declaring to the heavens:

"Heavenly Dao as witness! I—Minghe of the Blood Sea, hereby establish the Asura Cult in the Netherworld!"

"The Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus will suppress our destiny. The Asura Cult is established today!"

RUMBLE--

The Heavenly Dao responded, descending with an omen.

Minghe's voice, amplified by the power of the Heavenly Dao, spread throughout the Primordial World, drawing the attention of all races.

Unfortunately, the familiar plot unfolded once more.

Merit slowly condensed in the void. The moment it appeared, Minghe's face immediately darkened.

Following that, sounds of mockery and ridicule erupted.

His expression shifted rapidly, from shame to anger, from anger to hatred, and finally, his face turned ashen.

"Pfft!" He spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with injustice.

After imitating Nuwa to create humans last time, I only gained some scattered merits;

Now, imitating the four Saints to establish sects, I still receive this meager reward!

Does it mean that I, Minghe, am truly so unwelcome by the Heavenly Dao?

He almost wanted to question the heavens, but upon remembering the tragic scene of being struck by lightning last time, he forcibly held back.

Amidst the mockery of countless gazes, he gritted his teeth and accepted the paltry merits, then plunged into the depths of the Blood Sea, never to show his face again.

From then on, he vowed: From now on, I will only focus on cultivation and never easily step forward!

Just at this moment, inside a secret chamber of the Heavenly Court.

After years of seclusion, Dijun, whose injuries had finally healed, slowly walked out and ascended the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

"Greetings, Heavenly Emperor!"

Whether it was Taiyi, Kunpeng, or the various subordinates, upon seeing him appear, their faces were filled with ecstatic joy.

If Tongtian was the backbone of the Intercepting Sect, the faith in the hearts of countless disciples.

Then Dijun was the unextinguishable soul of the Heavenly Court, the pillar in the hearts of all his subordinates.

"You may rise," Dijun said with a smile, raising his hand. "During my seclusion, have there been any major events in the outside world?"

Before his words even fell, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

An inexplicable chill crept into his heart.

Dijun's brow twitched, and he vaguely felt that something was amiss.

"Big brother, the Primordial World is not peaceful right now."

Seeing everyone staring at him, Taiyi couldn't help but roll his eyes, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness.

He then lowered his voice and gradually recounted the current chaos--

From the disciples of the Intercepting Sect wantonly plundering the luck of the Human Race, to Nuwa realizing during her sermon that those disciples were outrageously powerful;

Then, in a short period, four Saints actually appeared consecutively, and Tongtian's unfathomable strength...

With each sentence spoken, Dijun's expression grew more somber.

By the time the last sentence landed, his face was as dark as ink.

I was merely in seclusion to recover from my injuries, And when I opened my eyes, the foundation of the Demon Race was almost gone?

Was it that serious? So exaggerated?

Or perhaps... I didn't pick a good time to leave?

He cursed silently a few times, shaking off all the pent-up frustration.

Dijun took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and asked in a deep voice:

"What is the progress on the Grand Formation of the Stars?"

"It is ninety-five percent complete, and if nothing unexpected happens, it will be fully perfected soon."

Taiyi replied respectfully, then elaborated on the entire formation's setup--

"The three hundred and sixty-five formation flags must be refined properly, paired with three hundred and sixty-five Grand Unity Golden Immortals, allowing them to merge with the power of the stars."

"Additionally, one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred elites at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal level are needed to arrange the formation in specific positions, echoing the Grand Unity Golden Immortals."

"This way, both sides can borrow power to enhance their combat strength, and the formation itself will become even more stable."

"Finally, the River Diagram and Luo Book will serve as the formation core, overseeing the entire operation."

"Once formed, it will possess the power to contend even against a Saint!"

Finally hearing some good news, Dijun's tightly furrowed brow relaxed slightly.

After a moment of silence, he decisively ordered:

"Accelerate the progress and ensure the formation is completely built within a thousand years."

"Now that Saints hold sway, if our Demon Race has no means to rely on, we will sooner or later be treated as a soft persimmon to be squeezed."

He was not overly suspicious.

In fact, a Heavenly Court without a trump card was even less significant than an ant in the eyes of a Saint.

It could be annihilated at any moment, and the race could perish.

This was an outcome he absolutely would not allow to happen.

At this moment, Kunpeng, who had been silent, slowly stepped forward and reported in a low voice:

"Heavenly Emperor, your injuries have healed, and the matter of the Heavenly Marriage should also be put on the agenda."

If it weren't for being injured by Tongtian's finger earlier, this matter would have been handled long ago.

But it was precisely because of that strike that he witnessed the might of a Saint firsthand.

That was why he chose to go into seclusion, only to bring his condition to its peak.

When the Heavenly Marriage arrives, I'll use that immense merit to break through to the Hunyuan realm.

Though the hope is slim, what if it works?

Who can say for sure when opportunities arise?

That's why he'd rather postpone than rush things.

"Aren't the two on the Moon Star..."

Taiyi couldn't help but speak, but stopped himself as soon as the words left his mouth.

The memory of being repelled by a mere grunt on the Moon Star years ago made him furious.

That scene was simply humiliating.

It was a good thing he didn't bring anyone with him back then, or he would have lost face completely.

"Eastern Emperor, there's no need to worry. What I said wasn't about them."

Kunpeng's expression shifted slightly, and he quickly clarified.

Now that Changxi and Xihe had joined the Intercepting Sect, who would dare to lay a hand on them?

Wouldn't that be a death wish?

Dijun's eyes flickered as he weighed the options.

The Saints were powerful, but opportunities still existed.

After a moment, he finally made up his mind:

"This matter will be handled entirely by the Demon Master."

"The wedding date is not set yet. First, we must perfect the Grand Formation of the Stars."

"At the ceremony, we will invite the Saints to observe and offer their critiques."

Upon hearing this, everyone understood.

Faint smiles appeared on their faces.

Everyone knew that the so-called "inviting the Saints to critique" was just a formality.

The true meaning was to declare to the world--

Even though the Heavenly Court had no Saint presiding over it, it was not a weak power to be trifled with!

In the distance, the clouds stirred, and a gaze swept over the Heavenly Court.

"Heh, they've certainly got a good plan."

After punishing the four Saints, Tongtian ignored the fawning disciples and elders.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly let out a soft exclamation, his expression changing.

As he swept his divine sense across the Primordial World, he had unexpectedly detected that the Human Race—this rapidly multiplying, population-exploding race—had, without him knowing when, begun to interact with the Witch Race.

"Could it be... that the fusion of Humans and Witches is about to begin early?"

The thought made Tongtian unable to help but laugh and cry at the same time.

After all, the union of the Human Race and the Witch Race was a major trend in the operation of the Heavenly Dao, meant to pave the way for Xuanyuan Shi to achieve the path of the Human Emperor and establish the era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

Yet, the time for that era was still far off, and the two races had already begun to communicate and even subtly merge.

Could it be... that he had inadvertently stirred a small tributary of the river of fate?

Thinking of this, the corner of his mouth twitched, his expression complex.

Upon careful consideration, he understood the root cause lay in the task list he had set.

It was precisely the bounty missions that had ignited the Human Race's ambition, causing their land reclamation and expansion to increase by several times.

As a result, the humans who originally filled the central plains were forced to migrate and expand outwards from Kongtong Mountain.

As he pondered, his expression suddenly changed, revealing a hint of strangeness.

Because he suddenly realized—he hadn't truly influenced the course of heavenly secrets.

The reason was simple: the Witch Race tribe bordering the Human Race was not an ordinary tribe at all!

The Ancestor Witch to whom that land belonged was none other than Houtu!

That supremely holy being who would later transform into the Six Paths of Reincarnation and ascend to the position of Pingxin!

Coincidentally, there was also a renowned Great Witch in the tribe—Hou Yi.

A legendary figure who would leave behind countless tales in later generations.

"Will the story of Chang'e flying to the moon... also unfold?"

Tongtian chuckled softly, a flicker of interest in his eyes.

He really wanted to see what kind of breathtaking beauty the fabled Chang'e possessed, to the point where her fame surpassed that of the twin sun and moon deities, Changxi and Xihe, born on the Moon Star.

As he was thinking, Fuxi pushed the door open and entered.

He had a furrowed brow and a weary expression, looking like he had failed in his seclusion.

Seeing this, Tongtian couldn't help but tease:

"What's wrong? Did you manage to wear yourself out just by secluding yourself?"

Fuxi shot him a glare and snorted irritably, "It's all because of that Primordial Violet Qi!"