A Personal Visit to Wa Palace, Trying to Stop All This
Hongjun moved.
Or rather, he dared not remain still.
That sense of rejection from the very bottom of the Heavenly Dao was like a Damocles' sword hanging over one's head, its edge sinking a little more with every second.
He could clearly feel that the threads of law he held in his hands, which originally belonged to the "highest authority," were breaking off one by one and sliding into that unknown abyss.
If we continue to sit idly by, forget about achieving Dao; I'm afraid even this Purple Heavens Palace chair, which symbolizes the Dao Ancestor's status, will be taken away.
"Variable..."
"Damn variable!"
Hongjun's usually expressionless face was now filled with gloom. He took a step forward, and his figure disappeared directly from the Purple Heavens Palace, forcibly tearing apart the ancient and unchanging chaotic void.
There was no attempt to conceal it.
There's no need to hide it.
This time, he came with anger, carrying the last vestiges of the old Heavenly Dao's dignity.
Rumble!
Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, the once calm Chaos Sea seemed to have been boiled.
A purple figure traversed billions of miles of void, and wherever it passed, the earth, wind, water, and fire instantly calmed down, and all the laws bowed and gave way to that figure.
That was the majesty of the Dao Ancestor.
It was an absolute terror that had suppressed the Primordial World for countless eons.
The next second.
Hongjun's figure appeared out of thin air in front of the gate of the Wa Palace.
Looking at the palace before him, a place he had visited countless times and knew all too well, Hongjun's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints.
Things have changed.
Everything has changed completely.
The Wa Palace, though once Saint's Dojo and resplendent in gold, was, in Hongjun's eyes, no different from a child's building blocks. He could kick it over at any time if he wanted.
But now.
The palace was shrouded in a layer of gray mist.
The mist appeared thin, yet it exuded an aura that made even Hongjun's heart tremble. It was a power more ancient than the Heavenly Dao, more primordial than chaos, and even... more domineering than the Great Dao!
It sat there quietly, unassuming and unassuming, like a sleeping ancient beast, coldly watching every ant that tried to approach.
That's right.
In the eyes of this Dao Ancestor, the Wa Palace at this moment gave him the illusion that "I am an ant".
"Playing tricks!"
Hongjun gritted his teeth, forcibly suppressing the inexplicable throbbing in his heart.
who is he?
He is Hongjun! The sole administrator of this world!
Even if Nuwa really had some extraordinary encounter, even if she really colluded with some Chaos Demon God, in this Primordial World world, dragons must coil up and tigers must lie low!
"Nuwa!"
Hongjun did not make a move directly, but instead gave a low, deep shout.
The voice wasn't loud, yet it carried the majesty of the Heavenly Laws. Each word uttered transformed into golden runes in the void, crashing heavily against the gates of the Wa Palace.
"Without being summoned, you arbitrarily altered the Heavenly Mandate and made the human race the protagonist. Do you still have any respect for me as your master? Do you still have any respect for the Primordial World laws of this world?!"
"Come out and confess your crimes at once!"
"Considering our past relationship as master and disciple, I will only strip you of your Saint Position, but allow your true spirit to reincarnate!"
These words were spoken with righteous indignation and full of confidence.
According to Hongjun's script, Nuwa should have run out in fear and trembling, kneeling down to beg for mercy, or at least opened the door and came out to explain herself to him.
However.
A second passed.
Two seconds passed.
Inside the Wa Palace, all was quiet.
Not a word was spoken, not even a fly flew out. The layer of gray mist still drifted lazily, as if the earth-shattering interrogation just now was nothing more than an insignificant breeze.
Ignore it.
Blatant disregard!
For Hongjun, who was used to being high above and worshipped by all, this was even more painful than being slapped twice in the face.
"Good!"
"Very good!"
Hongjun laughed in anger. His gray hair moved without wind, and the purple aura around him surged instantly, transforming into a boiling sea of lightning.
"Since you remain so stubborn, then this Wa Palace has no reason to exist today!"
If you refuse a toast, you'll have to drink a penalty shot.
If words can't open the door, then smash it open!
"Purple Firmament Divine Thunder, descend!"
Hongjun raised his hand and pointed.
Boom!
The sky split open, and a bolt of purple lightning as thick as a mountain, carrying a world-destroying force, slammed into the defensive barrier of the Wa Palace.
This is no ordinary thunderbolt.
This is divine punishment!
Every bolt of lightning contained the wrath of Heaven, the power of law to obliterate all "heretics." Not to mention Saint's Dojo, even a Innate Supreme Treasure would be reduced to ashes on the spot under this lightning.
However.
Just as the terrifying lightning was about to strike the Wa Palace...
The layer of gray mist that had been languishing there stirred.
It didn't light up its shields like a typical defensive formation, nor did it unleash any earth-shattering counterattack. It simply opened its mouth up lightly, even somewhat perfunctorily, like a gaping maw.
Zi--
There was no explosion.
There was no roar.
There was only a faint sound, like a red-hot iron block being dropped into water.
That Purple Firmament Divine Thunder, powerful enough to destroy an Great Thousand World, vanished like a drop of rain falling into the ocean, disappearing without a trace into the gray mist.
It disappeared completely.
The mist even tumbled once more, as if to say, "That's all? I'm still not full, want some more?"
"..."
Hongjun remained frozen in place, his finger pointing to the sky.
If the previous ignoring was a slap in the face, then this scene is simply tearing off his face as the Dao Ancestor, throwing it on the ground, and then stomping on it.
invalid?
How could it be invalid?!
That's the manifestation of the power of Heaven's Dao! In this Primordial World universe, there simply isn't a power capable of ignoring such an attack! Unless...
Unless the opponent's power level is fundamentally higher than the Heavenly Dao!
"Impossible!"
"That's absolutely impossible!"
Hongjun's composure began to crumble.
He stared intently at the layer of gray mist, his horror gradually turning into insane jealousy and murderous intent.
This power does not belong to Nuwa!
Nuwa cultivated creation and achieved sainthood through merit; she could never cultivate such domineering and unreasonable power in her lifetime.
An outsider has interfered!
Moreover, it was a terrifying existence capable of threatening his position and even overturning the entire Primordial World order!
"Who are you?!"
"Hiding in the Wa Palace and playing tricks, what kind of skill is that?!"
"Get out here!"
Hongjun has gone mad.
He held back no longer, frantically forming hand seals. The Creation Jade Disk floated above his head, showering down countless chains of divine laws. He mobilized the power of the entire Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, transforming it into a sky-covering millstone, attempting to forcibly grind away that damned mist.
Rumble!
Heaven and earth wept.
The entire Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens trembled, and countless stars shattered under this oppressive force.
Inside the Wa Palace.
The Jin Feng Fairy (Jin Ning), who had been hiding under the table, was now covering her head and trembling.
Who is that crazy old man outside?
That's the Dao Ancestor!
He is the teacher of all sages and the supreme ruler of heaven and earth!
This important figure, whom she would normally kowtow to and bleed at just a glance, is now blocking her doorway, yelling and banging on it like a shrew?
"It's all over, it's all over..."
"The Empress eloped to the West with that Ruthless, leaving me all alone here under this thunderbolt..."
"If the Dao Ancestor were to break through, wouldn't this little Phoenix of mine be turned into roasted chicken wings?"
Jin Ning, with a mournful face, peered through the crack in the door at the devastating scene outside, and her heart sank.
But soon...
She realized something was wrong.
Although the old man outside was smashing things fiercely and making a lot of noise, it seems that not a single tile in her Wa Palace fell?
That gray barrier, which appeared out of nowhere, was like an indestructible tortoise shell. No matter how fiercely Hongjun bombarded it from the outside, no matter how the Heavenly Dao Laws impacted it, it remained unmoved.
even.
Jin Ning also noticed that the golden apple tree that Qin Feng had casually planted in the courtyard, after sensing the pressure of the Heavenly Dao outside, not only did not wither, but instead excitedly swayed its branches and leaves.
The tree roots pierced deep into the void, as if drawing nourishment.
Each time Hongjun's attack was absorbed by the barrier, the tree shone brighter, and the golden apples on the tree became plumper.
So...
Is this Dao Ancestor watering and fertilizing our house?
"That man..."
Jin Ning recalled Qin Feng's casual look before he left, and his words, "Don't worry about the house, the sky won't fall down."
She initially thought it was just bragging.
Now it seems...
That's just them being modest.
This isn't just saying the sky won't fall; it's practically using the sky as a stepping stone!
Even the Dao Ancestor himself couldn't break through the defense he casually left behind...
Just how powerful is Qin Feng's true form?
At this moment.
Hongjun, standing outside the door, was already panting heavily, his old face turning a deep purplish-red.
I'm tired.
That made me even angrier.
He, a dignified Dao Ancestor, wielding the highest authority of the Heavenly Dao, bombarded a disciple's dojo for half a day, yet he couldn't even scratch the paint off the door.
This sense of powerlessness and humiliation ignited a fire within his long-frozen Dao Heart.
"Nuwa!"
"I know you're inside!"
Hongjun stopped his futile attacks. He knew that brute force alone wouldn't be enough to break the tortoise shell.
He stood before the Wa Palace, his chest heaving violently, his eyes filled with a venomous resentment like a poisonous snake.
"You think hiding inside will make everything alright?"
"You think you can defy Heavenly Mandate just by finding some unknown backer?"
"Since you're not coming out..."
"Then I will destroy your human race! Destroy your very foundation! Let's see how long you can hide!"
At this moment, Hongjun no longer resembled even a fraction of the Dao Ancestor.
Driven to desperation, he resembled a gambler who had lost everything and was ready to overturn the table.
However.
Just as he was about to turn around and go down to the lower realm to cause trouble for the human race.
A faint voice suddenly drifted over from the far west, following the lines of cause and effect and the pulse of the Heavenly Dao.
"Oh, isn't this Old Man Hongjun?"
"Instead of staying home and being a good homebody in the Purple Heavens Palace, what are you doing yelling like that at my doorstep?"
"Looking for Nuwa?"
"Come to the West! We're having a demolition project going on. Want to join the fun?"