For instance, at Eastern Kunlun Mountain's Jade Void Palace, three Big Shots held the fort: Grand Pure Laozi, Jade Pure Primordial Beginning, and Upper Pure Tongtian. They called themselves the Pangu Orthodox Lineage.
Ever since their birth, the three had rarely gone out. They spent their days comprehending the Dao on Kunlun Mountain, occasionally lecturing their disciples, and not many beings in the Primordial World knew of them.
Yet anyone fortunate enough to witness the three cast their arts would never forget the magnificence of their attacks.
A single glance was enough to tell that all three possessed great Divine Abilities.
Coupled with their title of "Pangu Orthodox Lineage," the beings of the Primordial World knew that they had been formed from Great God Pangu's primordial spirit. Thus, ordinary people did not dare provoke them lightly.
Besides, one could tell from the Witch Clan's attitude toward the Three Pure Ones. The Witch Clan claimed to be the Pangu Orthodox Lineage and revered Pangu as their Father God, yet when the Three Pure Ones called themselves the Pangu Orthodox Lineage, the Witch Clan made no move at all, as if acknowledging their identities. Could that really be possible?
Of course not. Perhaps the Witch Clan had secretly fought the Three Pure Ones and only acted this way after learning of their strength.
Therefore, the other beings of the Primordial World naturally did not dare underestimate the Three Pure Ones. Before looking down on them, they had better look at the Witch Clan first!
Speaking of Eastern Kunlun, one could not leave out Queen Mother of the West from Western Kunlun. Many might underestimate her because she was a woman, but after failing even to enter the barrier outside Western Kunlun, they understood. Though Queen Mother of the West was a woman, she was no weaker than any of the Three Pure Ones. With all of Western Kunlun as her territory, who would dare act recklessly?
Thus, Queen Mother of the West was naturally someone not to be provoked.
Then there was Netherworld Blood Sea Minghe.
Minghe wielded the two supreme Innate spirit swords, Yuantu and Abi, and also possessed the Twelve-grade Blood Lotus and the Karmic Fire Red Lotus.
Even more feared was the fact that he had refined four hundred and eighty million Blood God Spawn avatars. This was merely a figurative number; his avatars were the entire Nether Sea. His strength was absurdly formidable!
Furthermore, the Netherworld Blood Sea had formed from a mass of filthy blood that fell from within Pangu's body. It was known as the foulest place in the Primordial World, and ordinary beings did not dare approach it at all.
Leaving aside the Blood Sea's terrifying corrosiveness, its stench alone was more than ordinary cultivators could endure.
If an ordinary cultivator was touched by a single drop of Blood Sea blood, even their soul would melt away.
Even when Golden Immortals encountered it, their protective immortal light might be corroded, causing their cultivation realm to plummet drastically or even making them lose their minds.
And that was not all. The Blood Sea's most terrifying trait was that its foul power worked on magical treasures as well. Unless it was an Innate Magical Treasure, its spiritual light would almost instantly be contaminated, causing it to lose all effectiveness.
For that very reason, as the master of the Blood Sea, Minghe had become one of the beings in the Primordial World whom no one wished to provoke—and no one dared to provoke.
In addition, Kunpeng of the Northern Sea had established the Demon Master Palace.
His speed was unparalleled in the Primordial World, making him another figure not to be trifled with.
There was also Zhenyuanzi of Wuzhuang Temple. He possessed the Book of Earth and the Innate Spiritual Root, Ginseng Fruit, and had Hongyun as a friend. He too was one of those who could not be provoked.
Of course, there were Nuwa and Fuxi on the mountainside of Mount Buzhou. Though the siblings had never gone out, they had been able to establish a Daoist sanctuary on Mount Buzhou, surrounded by the Witch Clan. Not to mention that it was located halfway up Mount Buzhou. For ordinary beings, simply climbing Mount Buzhou was already a problem, yet they had built their sanctuary there. Their strength was obvious.
They were naturally figures not to be provoked as well.
As for the west, there was no need to mention it. It had already become a barren wasteland, and beings from the east naturally disdained going there.
This gave Zhunti and Jieyin room to breathe and develop.
After making their vow to develop the west, Zhunti and Jieyin began restoring its vitality.
But the western land before them was filled everywhere with despair and deathly silence. The two were completely dumbfounded for a time, having no idea where to begin.
In the end, after discussing it, the two decided to begin by restoring the scorched land left behind after the great battle.
They searched everywhere for all kinds of Spiritual Roots and Exotic Varieties, then scattered them across the earth like celestial maidens scattering flowers.
These Spiritual Seeds possessed exceptionally tenacious vitality. They struggled to take root and sprout in the scarred soil, their tender shoots swaying gently in the wind. They appeared fragile, yet radiated resilient strength, as though silently crying out, "We will never admit defeat!"
Besides scattering Spiritual Seeds, Zhunti and Jieyin gathered all the surviving cultivators. Everyone worked together to prepare for the rebuilding of their homeland.
Each of them gave it their all, using their own Mana to restore the mountains, spiritual veins, and blessed grotto-heavens destroyed by the war. Some used their Mana as a guide to gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, nourishing the dried-up Spiritual Springs and gradually restoring the clarity of waters once stained red with blood.
Others used Divine Abilities to move massive boulders and rebuild the collapsed Spiritual Mountains. The process was full of hardship, but every boulder carried their hopes for a better future.
However, the most difficult problem during the reconstruction remained the Spatial Rifts in the sky.
These rifts were scars left behind after space had been shattered during the battle between Hong Jun and Rahula. The Chaos Energy filling them was terrifying. Any cultivator below the Grand Golden Immortal realm who touched it would be completely swallowed by the Chaos Energy and perish on the spot.
As a result, repairing the rifts was incredibly difficult. Even Zhunti and Jieyin, the two strongest among them, were deeply troubled by it.
In the end, several cultivators who had reached the Grand Golden Immortal realm stepped forward, choosing to sacrifice their own cultivation to mend the wounds in the heavens.
They continuously poured the spiritual power within their bodies into the rifts. As more and more spiritual power flowed in, the rifts gradually closed, the dark clouds slowly dispersed, and long-lost sunlight finally shone upon the western land once more.
But those Grand Golden Immortals perished after exhausting all their spiritual power. Their bodies merged into the western land, offering their final strength to this place.
Zhunti, Jieyin, and the surviving beings silently watched it all, their hearts filled with grief. They secretly vowed to make the west incomparably powerful.
After a long while, everyone finally composed themselves and continued devoting themselves to the restoration of the western land.
The injured beings also slowly recovered under one another's care. The cultivators cast spells to heal the wounds of injured Demonic Beasts and Spirits and Monsters, while soothing their frightened hearts.
Throughout this process, relations between the different races grew increasingly harmonious. Everyone put aside their old grudges and focused solely on restoring their shared homeland.
Under the united efforts of countless beings, the western land had finally embarked on its arduous road of reconstruction.
As time passed, the western world gradually regained its vitality. Spiritual Roots and Immortal Herbs flourished once more, the cheerful songs of birds echoed through the mountains, clear spring water flowed through the Spiritual Springs, and dense spiritual energy filled the air.
The beings of every race not only cooperated seamlessly in rebuilding their homeland, but also exchanged cultivation insights with one another, improving their strength together.
The once-parched land became increasingly fertile, while the newly cultivated Spiritual Roots and Immortal Herbs grew splendidly. The Spiritual Fruits they bore were larger and plumper than before.
Although its former prosperity would be difficult to restore, an entirely new and hopeful scene was quietly spreading across this land.
Seeing the western land regain its vitality, Zhunti and Jieyin finally stopped wearing such troubled expressions.
Yet over the years, for the sake of the west's development, their faces had always been clouded with sorrow. Over time, "suffering expressions" became their defining feature, and others could not help feeling sympathy when they first saw them.
No wonder the "nice guy" Hongyun had been fooled by them until he was utterly bewildered.
After all, they were all cultivators. If Hongyun had truly been nothing more than a simple "nice guy," he likely could not have cultivated to the peak of the Grand Golden Immortal realm.
Thus, aside from the karma ordained by the Heavenly Dao, Zhunti's grief-stricken appearance, coupled with his superb acting, was undoubtedly a crucial advantage.
Hongyun's eventual fate may well have been connected to those two factors.
All that could be said was that everything had been destined. Hongyun was fated to undergo this calamity.
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