boom--!
Chaos exploded.
The chaotic gale, powerful enough to crush even Daluo Golden Immortal, was forcibly torn apart by an extremely tyrannical force at this moment.
The golden gate of the Wa Palace, which had symbolized the "majesty of a sage" since the World Creation, let out a mournful cry as it could no longer bear the weight. The protective divine light on its surface shattered instantly into countless shimmering powders, like a mirror that had been smashed to the ground.
It didn't turn to dust as I had imagined.
Just as the Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage was about to crash into the door, it suddenly stopped.
That inch.
Just an inch away.
The scalding breath from the nine ten-thousand-foot-long true dragons sprayed directly onto the gate, causing the two auspicious Jiaotu beasts holding rings to howl in pain. The originally majestic relief instantly turned into two distorted, bitter faces.
"Hey, the brakes are working pretty well."
Qin Feng sat in the carriage, leaning slightly forward, his face showing no sign of panic, but rather a mischievous grin of triumph.
He raised his hand and gently patted away a layer of non-existent dust in front of him.
"It seems Yuanshi's car isn't being properly maintained. I'll have Duobao do a four-wheel alignment another day."
This scene, projected through the Heavenly Dao, was clearly reflected in every corner of the Primordial World.
The whole world seemed to have been put on pause.
The Heavenly Court Grand Pure Palace.
The jade cup that the Haotian Shangdi had just picked up crashed to the ground with a "crack," scattering the Nectar and Jade Liquid everywhere. He paid no heed to the pain, his divine eyes, which ruled over all the heavens, practically popping out of their sockets.
"Madman... madman!"
"He actually dared to crash into it!"
"That's Wa Palace! That's Empress Nuwa's boudoir... cough, her sacred space! What's the difference between him kicking down a widow's door in the middle of the night?!"
Not only Haotian.
At the Western Spirit Mountain, the brothers Jieyin and Zhunti huddled together, trembling with Jieyin and Zhunti; at Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi immediately sealed off the mountain gate, fearing that the fire would spread to him.
Everyone assumed that Qin Feng was just acting on a whim, or that he was simply going to show off.
Who would have thought?
This guy came in with a "we'll demolish the place if you don't open the door" attitude.
But this is just the beginning.
The moment the Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage came to a complete stop.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The deep, rhythmic sound of war drums, like thunder from the heavens, rolled in from the torn, chaotic void.
Behind Qin Feng, the previously empty void suddenly rippled violently.
Golden banners embroidered with the words "Immortal Alliance" fluttered in the wind, instantly obscuring the chaos.
That's a person.
It was an army of immortals that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Fully 100,000 elite disciples of the Immortal Alliance, all wearing standard battle armor, with feet on flowing clouds and holding magic weapons. They did not stand scattered, but arranged into a huge "pin"-shaped square array, surrounding the entire Wa Palace.
And at the very front of the formation.
Zhao Gongming rode Black Tiger, held Golden Whip, and had a fierce and menacing look on his face.
The Golden Spirit Holy Mother rode in a chariot of Seven Fragrance Chariot, her body radiant with starlight.
Even the adorable Jade Rabbit spirit was now dressed in miniature armor, holding a fluorescent sign that read "Warmly welcome Empress Nuwa to join us."
This is hardly a visit.
This is clearly an attempt to pack up and take the Wa Palace with them.
"Is this the kind of prestige the Alliance Leader has?"
The Primordial World beings watching the live stream feel their worldview being reshaped.
In the past, when sages traveled, purple clouds would appear from the east and golden lotuses would bloom on the ground, emphasizing elegance and mystery.
But Qin Feng's move...
Simple, brutal, and powerful due to sheer numbers.
This street-fighting style of leading 100,000 henchmen to block the door of a saint's house doesn't feel vulgar at all; instead, it evokes a chilling awe.
This is absolute power.
This is the only king in the Primordial World today.
" Qin Feng!!"
finally.
From within the tightly closed Wa Palace, a cold, delicate shout, suppressing anger, rang out.
Boom!
An extremely terrifying aura of a saint erupted from the depths of the palace like a volcanic eruption.
The once calm, Chaos Qi surged violently, transforming into billions of ferocious dragons that bared their fangs and claws as they lunged at the arrogant fleet.
The gate suddenly swung open.
A figure of unparalleled elegance stepped out slowly.
She wasn't wearing any elaborate palace attire, just a simple and elegant long dress with cloud patterns, yet it couldn't conceal her breathtaking beauty that could eclipse the heavens and earth. The Dharma Form of a human-headed, snake-bodied deity was faintly visible behind her, exuding the divinity and majesty of a creator.
Nuwa.
The Saint Mother Empress, who had been living in seclusion since the Witch-Demon Calamity, now had a murderous look on her face, and her beautiful eyes were filled with a chilling light.
She looked at the Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage blocking her doorway, at the vast army of the Immortal Alliance, and finally fixed her gaze on the innocent-looking young man in white.
What do you mean by this?
The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable air of questioning.
"With so many people, driving the Yuanshi Chariot, you rammed into my gate."
" Alliance Leader Qin, do you think I'm too weak to wield my sword, or do you truly believe that no one in this Primordial World can subdue you?"
If it were anyone else, faced with such direct anger from a sage, they would have long since knelt down and begged for mercy.
Qin Feng, however, simply shifted his posture lazily, resting his chin on one hand, and brazenly surveyed Nuwa's body, clicking his tongue in disapproval.
"Don't get so angry, Fellow Daoist Nuwa."
"This door is of poor quality, it's broken, but I'll have someone replace it with a fully automatic sensor one later, I guarantee it'll be much better than this piece of broken wood."
As for these people...
Qin Feng turned around, pointed to the 100,000-strong army behind him, and smiled broadly.
"They heard I was coming to see you and insisted on following me to catch a glimpse of the Saint Mother Empress's magnificence."
"As you know, I'm the Alliance Leader now, and I believe in democracy. I can't ignore the voices of the people."
These words sounded very grand and dignified, but in reality, they were all nonsense.
Nuwa was so angry she laughed.
This smile, like a hundred flowers blooming, carried a chilling Killing Intent.
"To pay homage?"
With a gentle wave of her hand, a bright red embroidered ball, decorated with the sun, moon, and stars, appeared out of thin air, radiating a terrifying aura that seemed capable of shattering everything.
Red Embroidered Ball.
Merit Supreme Treasure, and karma is a powerful weapon.
"I see you've come here to force me to abdicate, haven't you?"
" Qin Feng, others may fear you, but I certainly don't."
"This is Wa Palace, this is Chaos, not your Golden Ao Island!"
As her words fell, the surrounding chaotic void began to twist violently, and countless laws of creation transformed into tangible chains, rattling in the void, seemingly about to annihilate this arrogant and ignorant team in the next second.
Faced with this tense situation...
Qin Feng finally dropped his carefree attitude.
He slowly stood up.
This place was like an Primordial Divine Mountain rising from the ground, its domineering aura emanating from its very bones actually withstood the sage-like pressure of Nuwa.
"A coup?"
Qin Feng shook his head, stepped out of the Nine Dragon Agarwood Carriage, and floated in the raging chaos, facing Nuwa from afar.
You're wrong.
I'm not here to pressure you.
"I'm here to inform you."
With a wave of his hand, a massive screen of light instantly unfolded between the two of them.
The scene depicts the Primordial World land.
Countless human tribes were worshipping Qin Feng's statue, their incense burning brightly, their fortunes soaring like a dragon.
The area that originally belonged to the Nuwa Temple was deserted, and some of the statues were even covered with cobwebs.
"Did you see it clearly?"
Qin Feng pointed at the screen, his voice turning cold and authoritative.
"This is an open conspiracy."
"You can shut yourself in and be a homebody, you can ignore everything in the world."
"But your human race, your foundation, your destiny, are gradually becoming mine."
Nuwa's pupils suddenly contracted.
She stared intently at the fanatical humans in the image, watching the Power of Faith that once belonged only to her now flow continuously eastward.
An unprecedented sense of panic spread through her heart.
"You..."
"Mean!"
Nuwa gritted her teeth, practically squeezing those two words out from between her teeth.
Say what you want.
Qin Feng shrugged nonchalantly and took another step forward.
"The situation is now very clear."
"Or you cling to your pitiful saintly dignity and watch as humanity completely forgets you, and watch your Saint Position crumble."
"Either..."
Qin Feng extended his hand, palm up, in an inviting gesture.
Those dark eyes gleamed with an ambition that even Nuwa found chilling.
"Join us."
"Tear down the gates of your Wa Palace completely."
"Come with me."
"Go and see for yourself what real..."
"Man can conquer nature."