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This meant Fuxi had gained another method of attack and escape.

He could even trap enemies within Space Rifts, leaving them lost in endless spatial fractures.

This method was far more terrifying than exiling an enemy to a boundless sea or desert.

After using several techniques of the Space Law, Fuxi discovered that the barrier of the small world containing Three Immortal Island was gradually collapsing.

In a few dozen days, the entire small world would likely shatter completely. At that time, Three Immortal Island would truly emerge.

Fuxi had originally planned to leave after taking all the treasures, but after ascending the island of Top-grade Immortal Stone, he suddenly felt that the environment here was ideal for cultivation. He could use this place to break through to the Quasi-Saint realm.

During his battle with Daoist Yang Mei just now, Fuxi had sensed that within his Flower of the Great Dao, his Good Corpse had already fully formed. All that remained was to use a spiritual treasure to sever it.

Since the conditions here were so suitable for breaking through to Quasi-Saint, and there was still some time before the small world collapsed, he could break through before it opened.

Without further delay, Fuxi directly summoned the Seven-Colored Glazed Treasure Gourd, sat upon the Twelve-grade White Lotus of Purity, and began preparing to sever his Good Corpse and break through to Quasi-Saint.

But just as Fuxi was preparing to break through, in the endless void beyond the Hong Huang World, on a barren red star, space suddenly shattered. Endless baleful energy gathered above the star, forming an enormous black cloud.

A towering ancient willow tree with lush branches and emerald-green leaves grew upon the red star.

Although the space above the star had shattered, baleful energy soared into the sky, and storms swept through the land, there was no flying sand or rolling stone around the old willow. Its willow branches simply hung quietly.

Beneath the willow tree, a white-haired old man in a purple robe had streams of blood flowing from his eyes and the corners of his mouth.

The old man opened his eyes and said hoarsely:

"Fuxi, you deserve to die!"

This old man was none other than Great Immortal Yang Mei, the Space Demon God among the innate demon gods, whose true form was the Hollow Willow.

Although Great Immortal Yang Mei's Good Corpse was a middle-aged Daoist, his true form had always been that of a white-haired old man.

Now that his Good Corpse had been slain, the memories transmitted by its primordial spirit filled Great Immortal Yang Mei with towering rage.

And the rage of a Quasi-Saint changed the color of heaven and earth.

Ever since his great battle with Demon Ancestor Luohu, he had not felt anger in a very long time.

Although Hongjun's declaration of sainthood had surprised him earlier, he had merely felt envy, not anger.

But he had never imagined that his Good Corpse would be slain by a Grand Unity Golden Immortal.

He, Great Immortal Yang Mei, was an ancient god and demon who had existed since the era of creation, yet his Good Corpse had been slain by some little insect born after creation. Great Immortal Yang Mei found this hard to accept.

That was right. Although Fuxi's cultivation had reached the peak of Grand Unity Golden Immortal, in Great Immortal Yang Mei's eyes, Fuxi was merely an insect—an insect his true body could crush at will.

After all, when Great Immortal Yang Mei became a Quasi-Saint, Fuxi had probably been nothing more than a wisp of void, not even as much as an insect.

But now, an insect had slain his Good Corpse and cut off his path to sainthood. How could Great Immortal Yang Mei not be furious?

His hatred for Fuxi could fill the entire East Sea.

"Fuxi, you dared to kill my Good Corpse! From this day onward, you and I are enemies of the Great Dao, locked in a struggle to the death! I will kill you!"

A feud of the Great Dao referred to hatred forged through obstructing another's path to the Great Dao.

The obstruction of one's path here did not simply mean preventing cultivation. It meant directly sealing off an immortal's Great Dao, leaving them without the possibility or hope of further advancement.

For immortals who pursued the Dao, this was the deepest and most irreconcilable hatred.

Daoist Yang Mei had resolved to take revenge. His fury and hatred were not only displayed through the shattered space and baleful energy, but also traveled through his Space Law to the Heavenly Dao of the Hong Huang World.

If a powerful expert could observe the Heavenly Dao of the Hong Huang World, they would discover a trace of blood-red dark clouds appearing within it.

Such blood-red dark clouds were exceedingly rare.

Only when a sufficiently powerful immortal harbored extreme hatred could they influence the Heavenly Dao and give rise to such a phenomenon.

Hongjun, who sat within Zixiao Palace constantly observing the Heavenly Dao, naturally noticed this blood-red phenomenon.

"Hmm? This aura seems to come from Yang Mei."

Hongjun directly raised his hand, drew a wisp of blood-red dark cloud from the Heavenly Dao, placed it before himself, and began deducing.

As the first Saint born after the creation of the Hong Huang World, Hongjun's powers of deduction were incomparably formidable!

Even a Quasi-Saint like Daoist Yang Mei, a powerful being from the same era as Hongjun, could not escape Hongjun's deductions.

"Oh? No wonder Yang Mei is so furious. His Good Corpse was actually slain?"

Hongjun raised a brow, looking somewhat surprised.

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In truth, Hongjun had previously deduced that Great Immortal Yang Mei's Good Corpse was within the Hong Huang World, and he had guessed that the Good Corpse was likely healing its injuries.

After all, during the battle with Demon Ancestor Luohu, he had personally witnessed Luohu severely injure Great Immortal Yang Mei's Good Corpse.

But he had not expected that the Hong Huang World would contain someone capable of killing Daoist Yang Mei's Good Corpse.

Although Daoist Yang Mei was severely injured, he was still a being who commanded the Space Law. An ordinary peak Grand Unity Golden Immortal could never defeat him.

Thus, Hongjun continued his deductions, wanting to see exactly who had slain Daoist Yang Mei.

"Hmm? Fuxi?"

After carefully deducing the matter, Hongjun finally identified the Grand Unity Golden Immortal who had killed Daoist Yang Mei.

However, Hongjun had never expected that it would be Fuxi.

After all, Daoist Yang Mei had died on Three Immortal Island. The Opportunity of Three Immortal Island should have belonged to Eastern Prince Gong.

Why was Fuxi on Three Immortal Island?

Now that Fuxi had killed Daoist Yang Mei, the Opportunity of Three Immortal Island had likely already been plundered by Fuxi. Did that not mean Eastern Prince Gong was completely fated to miss Three Immortal Island?

Without Three Immortal Island, how could Eastern Prince Gong contend with Eastern Emperor Taiyi?

Would the general trend of the Hong Huang World change because of this?

In an instant, countless questions had arisen in Hongjun's mind.

He had to deduce these questions one by one to ensure that the general trend of the Hong Huang World did not undergo unforeseen changes.

However, the person Hongjun most wanted to calculate now was still Fuxi.

Every time Fuxi appeared, something unexpected happened to Hongjun.

When Fuxi first appeared, Zhunti, who should have sat upon a prayer mat, could only stand behind Jieyin and listen to the lecture, losing his chance to become Hongjun's formal disciple.

Then there was the Opportunity of the Gourd Vine. Every side should originally have gained something, yet in the end, Fuxi monopolized the Opportunity.

When the second lecture ended, Fuxi merely provoked Eastern Prince Gong with a few words, yet Eastern Prince Gong nearly died beneath Eastern Emperor Taiyi's Chaos Bell, almost causing the general trend of the Hong Huang World to undergo a drastic change.

And now, Fuxi had seized the Opportunity of Three Immortal Island before Eastern Prince Gong. He was practically Eastern Prince Gong's nemesis.

Even more terrifyingly, Fuxi had discovered Daoist Yang Mei's hiding place, killed him, and cut off Great Immortal Yang Mei's path to sainthood.

Every appearance of Fuxi brought about variables. Whether large or small, these variables all had some effect on the general trend of the Hong Huang World.

This was something Hongjun absolutely could not accept. He only wished for the general trend of the Hong Huang World to develop steadily according to his deductions.

But whenever Hongjun calculated with his fingers, Fuxi remained a mass of impenetrable mist.

Even when Hongjun used the power of a Saint to disperse the mist, he could not clear it away. Fuxi's fate remained shrouded in that mist, impossible to investigate.

This greatly troubled Hongjun. Could it be that he had to imprison Fuxi within Zixiao Palace and seal him away for ten million years?

But who could guarantee that doing so would not trigger even greater changes?

For instance, Nuwa was his disciple, and Fuxi was Nuwa's elder brother.

If Fuxi were imprisoned and Nuwa betrayed her master, the impact on the general trend of the Hong Huang World might become even greater—great enough to shake heaven and earth.

Although Hongjun was already a Saint and could stand upon the river of fate to observe it, he was not the master of that river and did not possess the power to control the course of an era.

Hongjun sat within Zixiao Palace, his gaze directed toward the boundless Chaos Void.

How exactly should he deal with Fuxi, this variable?

Naturally, Fuxi did not know that Dao Ancestor Hongjun had already set his sights on him, much less that Hongjun had developed some rather unfriendly thoughts toward him.

However, Fuxi could sense a deep hatred coming from beyond the Hong Huang World.

This hatred carried a familiar aura, similar to that of the Daoist Yang Mei he had killed.

It seemed that this aura came from Great Immortal Yang Mei, who had sensed the death of his Good Corpse.

Fuxi was not surprised by Great Immortal Yang Mei's hatred.

Although Great Immortal Yang Mei's cultivation was certainly stronger than his, Fuxi believed that he would definitely catch up to and even surpass Great Immortal Yang Mei. After all, he had the system's support.

He even somewhat looked forward to how much insight into the Space Law the system would grant him when Great Immortal Yang Mei came for revenge.

Or, if he became strong enough, he might even take the initiative and hunt down Great Immortal Yang Mei himself.

Of course, he could only think about that for now. The urgent matter was still to sever his Good Corpse and break through to Quasi-Saint.

Within the small world of Three Immortal Island, Fuxi sat atop the Twelve-grade White Lotus of Purity and began preparing to sever his Good Corpse.

Outside the small world, a disturbance arose among the crowd surrounding the enormous vortex.

The cause of the disturbance was several golden dragons flying through the high heavens not far away.

These dragons possessed formidable cultivation and imposing auras, drawing everyone's attention.

A group of immortals could be heard discussing among themselves:

"The Dragon Clan? The Dragon Clan has actually come to investigate the Opportunity of Three Immortal Island as well?"

"That is normal enough. The Opportunity within Three Immortal Island is incredibly abundant. Even though the Dragon Clan is an ancient great clan, they should still be drawn here."

"The cultivation of these golden dragons is so powerful. Their mere auras are making it hard for me to breathe."

"In my opinion, their cultivation has likely reached the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm."

"Look at their heads. It seems several powerful experts are standing there."

"Those who can stand atop the heads of Grand Unity Golden Immortal dragons must possess great cultivation and status alike."

"With the Dragon Clan's physical strength, perhaps they can withstand the vortex's terrifying destructive force."

"I doubt it. No matter how powerful the Dragon Clan's physical bodies are, can they truly compare to that senior of the Witch Clan?"

The conversation had originally been entirely focused on the Dragon Clan, but when someone mentioned it, many immortals recalled Fuxi, who had entered the vortex.