You Deserve This Calamity

For example, on Eastern Kunlun Mountain, the Jade Void Palace was home to three Big Shots: Grand Pure Laozi, Jade Pure Primordial Beginning, and Upper Pure Tongtian. They styled themselves the "Pangu Orthodox Lineage."

Since their birth, the three rarely ventured out, spending their days comprehending the Dao on Kunlun Mountain, not even bothering to preach the Dao to their disciples. Few Primordial World beings knew of them.

But anyone fortunate enough to witness the three casting spells could never forget their bearing in action.

A single glance was enough to tell that all three possessed great divine powers.

Coupled with their title of "Pangu Orthodox Lineage," Primordial World beings understood they were incarnations of Great God Pangu's primordial spirit. Thus, ordinary folk dared not provoke them lightly.

Moreover, the Witch Clan's attitude toward the Three Pure Ones spoke volumes. The Witch Clan claimed to be the Pangu Orthodox Lineage, honoring Pangu as their father god. Yet when the Three Pure Ones declared themselves the Pangu Orthodox Lineage, the Witch Clan made no move at all, as if acknowledging the Three Pure Ones' status. Was that possible?

Of course not. More likely, the Witch Clan had clashed with the Three Pure Ones in private and only then recognized their strength!

Thus, other Primordial World beings naturally dared not underestimate or scorn the Three Pure Ones. Before disrespecting them, they'd better check the Witch Clan first!

Speaking of Eastern Kunlun, one couldn't leave out the Queen Mother of the West on Western Kunlun. Many might dismiss her for being a woman, but after failing even to breach the barrier outside Western Kunlun, they understood: though a woman, her strength was no less than any of the Three Pure Ones. And with all of Western Kunlun as her domain, who would dare cause trouble!

Therefore, the Queen Mother of the West was naturally someone not to be trifled with.

Then there was Netherworld Blood Sea Minghe.

Minghe wielded the Yuantu and Abi, two top-grade Innate Magical Treasures swords, and possessed the Twelve-grade Blood Lotus and Karmic Fire Red Lotus.

Even more fearsome, he had refined 480 million Blood God Spawn (a figurative number; his avatars were the entire Nether Sea) avatars, his strength absurdly overwhelming!

What's more, the Netherworld Blood Sea was formed from a mass of filthy blood that fell from Pangu's body, making it the most defiled place in the Primordial World. Ordinary beings dared not approach.

Leaving aside the Blood Sea's extreme corrosiveness, even its emitted odor was unbearable for most Cultivators.

If an ordinary cultivator touched a single drop of Blood Sea blood, even their soul would dissolve.

Even a Golden Immortal encountering it might have their protective immortal light corroded, causing a severe realm drop or even mental collapse.

And that wasn't all. The Blood Sea's most terrifying aspect was that its defiling power worked on magical treasures too. Unless they were Innate Magical Treasures, almost any treasure would have its spiritual light instantly polluted and become completely useless.

Thus, as the master of the Blood Sea, Minghe became one of those beings in the Primordial World that no one wanted to provoke, and no one dared to provoke.

Additionally, Kunpeng of the Northern Sea had established the Demon Master Palace.

His speed was unmatched in the Primordial World, making him another untouchable figure.

Then there was Zhenyuanzi of Wuzhuang Temple, wielding the Book of Earth and the Innate Spiritual Root Ginseng Fruit, along with his friend Hongyun—another person not to be crossed.

Of course, there were also Nuwa and Fuxi halfway up Mount Buzhou. Though the siblings never went out, the fact that they could carve out a Dao field on Mount Buzhou surrounded by the Witch Clan—and halfway up at that—spoke volumes. For ordinary beings, even climbing Mount Buzhou was a problem, yet they could establish their Dao field there, showing their immense strength.

Naturally, they too were not to be provoked.

As for the West, best not to mention it. It had already fallen to barren wasteland, and Eastern beings naturally disdained to go there.

This gave Zhunti and Jie Yin a chance to catch their breath and develop.

After swearing to restore the West, Zhunti and Jie Yin began working to revive its vitality.

But before them, the Western land was filled with despair and death. The two were utterly stunned, having no idea where to start.

In the end, after discussion, they decided to begin repairing the scorched black earth left after the great war.

They searched everywhere for all kinds of Spiritual Roots and Exotic Varieties, then scattered them like heavenly maidens strewing flowers across the land.

These Spiritual Seeds had extremely tenacious vitality, struggling to take root and sprout in the scarred soil. The tender seedlings swayed gently in the wind, seemingly fragile yet radiating a resilient strength, as if silently shouting, "We will never give up!"

Besides sowing Spiritual Seeds, Zhunti and Jie Yin gathered all surviving Cultivators. Everyone worked together to plan the reconstruction of their home.

Each person pulled out all the stops, using their Mana to repair the war-ravaged mountain ranges, spiritual veins, and blessed lands: some used their own Mana as a guide to gather the world's spiritual energy and nourish dried-up Spiritual Springs, letting the once blood-stained waters gradually return to clarity;

others used divine powers to move giant boulders, rebuilding collapsed Spiritual Mountains. The process was arduous, but every boulder carried their beautiful hopes for the future.

However, the most troublesome issue during reconstruction was the Spatial Rifts in the sky.

These rifts were traces left after space shattered during the battle between Hong Jun and Rahula. The Chaos Energy seeping from the rifts chilled the soul; any cultivator below Grand Golden Immortal who touched them would be completely devoured by the Chaos Energy and instantly perish.

Thus, repairing the rifts was extremely difficult. Even Zhunti and Jie Yin, the two strongest, were at a loss.

In the end, several Cultivators who had reached Grand Golden Immortal stepped forward, choosing to sacrifice their own cultivation to seal the wounds in the sky.

They poured their spiritual power into the rifts continuously. As the power flowed, the rifts slowly closed, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and long-lost sunlight finally shone again on the Western land.

But those Grand Golden Immortals perished from exhausting their spiritual power. Their bodies merged into the Western earth, giving their last strength to the land.

Zhunti, Jie Yin, and the surviving beings watched silently, their hearts filled with grief, and secretly vowed to make the West strong and prosperous.

After a long time, everyone collected themselves and continued their work repairing the Western land.

The injured beings slowly recovered under each other's care. Cultivators used spells to heal the wounds of wounded Demonic Beasts and Spirits and Monsters, while soothing their frightened minds.

During this process, relations between different races grew more harmonious. Everyone set aside past grievances, focusing solely on restoring their shared home.

The Western land, with the united efforts of countless beings, finally embarked on its difficult path of reconstruction.

As time passed, the Western world gradually regained life: Spiritual Roots and Immortal Herbs grew strong again, birdsong echoed through the mountains, clear water flowed in the Spiritual Springs, and the air was thick with spiritual energy.

Not only did the various races cooperate seamlessly in rebuilding their home, but they also exchanged cultivation insights, improving their strength together.

The once-parched land grew increasingly fertile, and the newly cultivated Spiritual Roots and Immortal Herbs flourished, bearing Spiritual Fruits larger and fuller than ever before.

Though the prosperity of old could hardly be restored, a new, hopeful scene was quietly spreading across this land.

Seeing the Western lands revived with life, Zhunti and Jie Yin finally stopped wearing their long-suffering expressions.

But over the years, for the sake of the West's development, their faces had always carried a trace of sorrow. As time passed, the "Suffering Countenance" became their hallmark—anyone meeting them for the first time couldn't help but feel sympathy.

No wonder the "kind old man" Hongyun was so easily fooled and led astray by them.

After all, everyone present was a Cultivator. If Hongyun had truly been a pure "kind old man," he would hardly have cultivated to the peak of the Grand Golden Immortal realm.

Thus, aside from the fated karma decreed by the Heavenly Dao, Zhunti's bitter, grievance-laden face—paired with his masterful acting—was undoubtedly a key "bonus point."

That Hongyun ended up in such a miserable state might well be tied to these two factors.

One can only say—everything is fated. Hongyun was destined to undergo this tribulation.