This Scene Startled All the Primordial Wilderness's Powerhouses

Haotian's face darkened.

The God of Slaughter Bai Qi looked at Haotian with contempt.

A Heavenly Emperor like this wasn't even worthy of Dijun or Taiyi.

"Your Majesty, I volunteer to lead the vanguard and take Haotian's head."

Before the words faded, Bai Qi was already poised to advance.

But Ying Zheng raised a hand to stop him, speaking calmly:

"To defeat a powerless Haotian is nothing."

"Why rely on another's strength?"

At these words, all were stunned.

This scene stood in stark contrast to Haotian's forceful command of his subordinates.

The difference was clear at a glance.

Haotian flew into a rage.

Meanwhile, the Primordial Wilderness experts sighed in admiration.

Look at that Ying Zheng—now that was a true sovereign!

And then look at Haotian—relying solely on his own strength, utterly lacking the bearing of a king.

Even the Demon Emperor Dijun of old was far better than him.

Haotian caught the murmurs among the immortals.

His expression twisted to an extreme, completely losing control.

"How dare you!"

"Who speaks such insolence!"

"Today, I will slaughter every last one of you!"

In an instant, Haotian unleashed a terrifying, earth-shaking aura.

Haotian was already a Peak Quasi-Saint, the supreme Heavenly Emperor, and a great power from the ancient era.

How could he tolerate this Ying Zheng, who had cultivated for mere centuries, provoking him so!

"Rebel, die!"

Haotian rose abruptly.

Above the Nine Heavens, a colossal Dharma form manifested.

It blotted out the sky, its vast pressure crashing down.

Boom!

Thunder roared across the Nine Heavens, and billions of heavenly bolts descended.

This was the power of the Heavenly Emperor's wrath.

Even the Heavenly Court might be destroyed, the earth turned to scorched waste.

This was true heavenly might.

The hearts of the Primordial Wilderness experts trembled.

The Heavenly Emperor was going all out.

Could the Human Emperor Ying Zheng withstand it?

At that moment!

Above the Nine Heavens, a dragon's roar shook the sky, and a golden dragon bellowed.

Ying Zheng's expression remained steady, fearless before the descending heavenly thunder.

He spoke calmly: "Sun-Moon Radiance, Heaven-Earth Longevity, All Beings Unity." Instantly, stars blazed, light radiated in all directions, the Human Race's fortune converged, and a spark of the Human Path ignited.

In Daluo Heaven, the System Panel showed the Primordial Wilderness fortune value surging rapidly. Taiqing watched, his gaze sharpening—perhaps the Human Path was truly about to awaken.

Above the Nine Heavens, Ying Zheng's aura soared abruptly, pressing toward the Quasi-Saint Realm. His might pierced the sky like the sun, suppressing Haotian's celestial phenomena.

Haotian was shocked, unable to believe Ying Zheng had suddenly reached the Quasi-Saint Realm. Doubt gnawed at him—what secret art had he used?

Ying Zheng spoke in a low shout: "Break!" His voice shook heaven and earth. Stellar power erupted, condensing into a colossal fist seal, its momentum staggering.

Boom!

A thunderous crash echoed across the world.

Ying Zheng threw a punch, breaking through all resistance.

That blow shook mountains and rivers, split the void, and annihilated countless stars in an instant.

Even Haotian's heavenly Dharma form crumbled and collapsed under that force.

This battle stunned every expert. Even the immortals of the Heavenly Court trembled in fear.

Who could have imagined that the Human Emperor Ying Zheng possessed such strength?

Yet an even more shocking scene unfolded.

Ying Zheng turned his fist into a palm, gathering the power of myriad realms, and slammed down fiercely.

Haotian was sent flying back a million li by this strike, coughing up blood, golden divine blood spilling across the sky.

This battle shook the entire Primordial Wilderness, and everyone fell silent.

The Human Emperor Ying Zheng had struck back the Heavenly Emperor Haotian with a single palm.

The great powers were stunned, the immortals of the Heavenly Court stood dumbfounded, and even Yaochi found it hard to believe.

Haotian had been the supreme ruler of the Three Realms since the Investiture of the Gods!

Ying Zheng, newly ascended as Human Emperor, had already displayed astonishing strength.

All the gods of the Heavenly Court were shaken.

How long had such a figure existed?

He had cultivated for less than a hundred years, yet he could challenge the Heavenly Court and even slap the Heavenly Emperor.

Wasn't the Human Race far too powerful?

On Square Inch Mountain, Sun Wukong watched without blinking.

He was thrilled and shouted in praise.

"What a satisfying fight!"

"This Human Emperor is just my type."

"When I see my master later, I must have him take Ying Zheng as a disciple."

Inside the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain.

Yuanshi Tianzun clapped his hands and laughed heartily.

This Ying Zheng had truly lived up to his elder brother's expectations.

He was indeed extraordinary.

Haotian's prestige, built over countless years, had now been utterly shattered.

In the Purple Cloud Palace.

Hongjun furrowed his brow slightly.

He cared little for Haotian—that was merely a pawn.

But he noticed something wrong with the method Ying Zheng was cultivating.

Why could he gather fortune and bear the collective will of the people?

The Primordial Wilderness had never seen such a technique.

Could it be that some Mysterious Existence had tailored it specifically for Ying Zheng?

But was a mere Human Emperor worth such effort?

Suddenly, Hongjun's pupils contracted.

Though the Human Emperor was insignificant, what about the Human Path?

Could this be the rise of the Human Path?

That Mysterious Existence seemed to have the Human Path as its goal!

In Daluo Heaven, at the Eight Sceneries Palace.

Taiqing watched Ying Zheng and gave a slight nod of acknowledgment.

Ying Zheng had already cultivated the Grand Void God Sealing Art to perfection!

This was a disciple at the level of the Heavenly Dao!

It allowed the Human Emperor to bear the power of all things in the world!

In other words, Ying Zheng's strikes were not solely his own strength!

They included the collective might of the World Protagonist's sentient beings!

Haotian's actions were tantamount to opposing all living beings!

This fake Peak Quasi-Saint had no chance of winning!

Thirty-Third Heaven.

Haotian was furious to the extreme!

He had nearly gone mad!

His hair was disheveled, his eyes burning with the flames of hatred.

He was the Lord of Ten Thousand Realms, the Heavenly Emperor!

Yet he had been publicly humiliated on the Primordial Land by a nobody from the Human Race!

Such disgrace!

Was utterly unforgivable!

If he could not completely destroy Ying Zheng, and annihilate the entire Human Race, what face would he, the Heavenly Emperor, have left to rule the Three Realms?

"Ying Zheng, you will die without a doubt!!!"

"This Emperor will make you perish body and soul!!!"

His roar of extreme rage shook the Nine Heavens!

Boom!

The earth-shattering thunderclouds shrouded heaven and earth!

Endless black clouds swept across the sky!

The entire Primordial Land seemed to have fallen into doomsday!

This was the Heavenly Emperor!

Void shattered, star rivers collapsed, and Haotian's massive phantom appeared.

His eyes bulged wide, he unleashed his full power, and infinite divine thunder descended in an instant, engulfing Ying Zheng and the Human Race.

"Damned little insects! All of you, disappear!"

Haotian had completely lost his mind, vowing to destroy Ying Zheng and the entire Human Race to salvage his dignity.

As the Heavenly Emperor, he wielded part of the Heavenly Dao Power, and now, with his full eruption, his might shook the heavens.

Even though the entire Human Race had become immortals, they could hardly withstand such force—it was like the end of the world.

This scene alarmed all the powerhouses of the Primordial Land.

"Has Haotian gone mad? Does he intend to exterminate the Human Race?"

Even the sages were shaken.

In the Western Paradise, Receiver and Cundi were utterly shocked.

"Haotian is using Heavenly Dao Power to wipe out a race? He's insane!"

In Grand Simplicity Heaven, within Wa Huang Palace, Nüwa watched Haotian coldly.

"This beast must die!"

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun observed with an expressionless face.

He was curious whether Ying Zheng's secret methods could withstand Haotian's Heavenly Dao Power.

In Daluo Heaven, at the Eight Sceneries Palace.

Taiqing glanced over lightly, a faint smile curling at the corner of his lips.

"Using Heavenly Dao Power to destroy the World Protagonist?"

"Haotian will hardly escape the backlash."

Once Haotian suffered the backlash, the Heavenly Court's fortune would plummet, while the Human Race's fortune would rise again.

Taiqing's gaze shifted to the System Panel.

This meant!

The world was about to upgrade!

It wouldn't be long!

The Primordial Land!

Thirty-Third Heaven!

Faced with Haotian's fully unleashed, terrifying heavenly might and endless World-Destroying Divine Thunder, even a powerhouse like Bai Qi could barely hold on, guarding his Dao heart and struggling to endure.

But Ying Zheng stood motionless, coldly watching the maddened Haotian.

Then, the Kongtong Seal was offered up, blazing with dazzling divine light!

Ying Zheng took a step forward and roared, "Break!"

The words had barely left his mouth when—

"ROAR!!!"

The Auspicious Golden Dragon of Human Fortune roared to the heavens, even igniting the Human Path Spark—a sign that Human Path fortune was awakening.

Human Emperor Ying Zheng gathered the will of all people, standing firm against the power of Heavenly Dao.

In Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun furrowed his brow slightly, sensing that Human Path fortune was growing ever stronger and undergoing changes he had not foreseen. This was no good omen.

At the same time, in Eight Sceneries Palace, Taiqing also felt a response—the Primordial Origin showed that the Human Path had begun to stir back to life.

On the System Panel, fortune values surged sharply, about to break through their limits. A world upgrade was imminent.

All of Human Path fortune converged fully upon Ying Zheng. Heaven and Earth trembled, order collapsed, and an awe-inspiring divine might shook past and present.

This power far surpassed what Haotian wielded as Heavenly Dao power, for Haotian only held a fraction of it, while Ying Zheng had condensed the fortune of an entire race—and even lit the spark of the Human Path.

Driven by this unparalleled force, using Human Emperor Ying Zheng as its vessel, it swept through the Primordial Heavens like a raging tide, utterly shattering and erasing Haotian's heavenly might.

BOOM!

After the violent impact, all of Haotian's authority dissipated completely, and even his divine manifestation collapsed.

At that moment, a terrifying backlash struck Haotian, catching him off guard.

He coughed up a mouthful of Origin Essence Blood, his eyes filled with horror—his own Dao Foundation had developed cracks!

His face darkened with fury beyond measure.

He stared at the vast fortune shrouding Heaven and Earth around Ying Zheng, his heart burning with jealousy.

As the Heavenly Emperor, his fortune was far inferior to Ying Zheng's.

"Why is this happening?"

"Why does someone like him have such powerful fortune?"

"Why isn't this power mine?"

"Why does a being like Ying Zheng possess such miraculous strength?"

Haotian's mind twisted into a roar of rage.

He realized that he simply could not defeat Ying Zheng.

Because Ying Zheng was not only shielded by Human Path fortune, but also wielded a mysterious technique that could trigger the Fortune Golden Dragon Resonance and even bear the power of All Beings.

Every attack Haotian launched was not aimed at Ying Zheng alone—it was aimed at an entire people.

He understood now: he was facing the protagonist of the Primordial World.

This realization filled him with searing envy: "Why isn't this method of gathering the power of all beings mine?"

"Why?"

All the mighty beings of the Primordial Heavens were shaken by the terrifying fortune Ying Zheng carried.

The sages' expressions shifted dramatically, clearly sensing the wonder of the technique the Human Emperor had unleashed.

In the Western Paradise, Receiver and Cundi exchanged glances, both visibly stunned.

"Who created this technique? To be able to bear fortune and gather the power of all beings!"

Greed and longing flickered in their eyes.

If the Buddhist Sect could obtain this method, and then use the Incense and Fire Prayer Power of all beings to control the fortune of the Primordial World—wouldn't they be invincible under Heaven?

Inside Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun's face was grim beyond words.

The technique Ying Zheng used was no ordinary one—it could even contend with Heavenly Dao power, standing on equal footing with the Dao itself.

Who could possibly have such ability?

Ancestor Yang Mei? Or one of the ancient Chaos Demon Gods? No! None of them possessed the status of Heavenly Dao.

Hongjun could not trace the figure behind Ying Zheng, and it vexed him greatly.

What troubled him even more was that Human Path fortune seemed to have undergone a massive transformation, surpassing even the era of the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors.

Could that mysterious existence truly be plotting the Human Path?!

Hongjun's face turned ashen.

Inside Purple Cloud Palace, the suffocating pressure of Heavenly Dao power filled the air.