The Quasi-Saint Era Arrives

The Demon Race was established, the Heavenly Court arose—like a boulder cast into a tranquil lake, stirring wave after wave across the Primordial Wilderness.

Before long, another major event took place above the Eastern Sea.

East King, the Head of Male Immortals personally appointed by Dao Ancestor Hongjun, ultimately could not suppress the restless stirrings in his heart.

He felt that as the one personally chosen by the Dao Ancestor to command all male immortals, he could not possibly lag behind others, could he?

Di Jun and Taiyi could establish the Heavenly Court—why couldn't he establish an Immortal Court of his own?

Thus, East King gathered a group of wandering immortals and Great Powers who followed him and began the grand undertaking of establishing a sect and founding a court.

East King invited guests far and wide, imitating the Wu and Demon Races as he too established a faction—the Immortal Court.

The moment this news spread, the Primordial Wilderness was shaken once more.

"Another one establishing a faction?"

"This East King is the Head of Male Immortals personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor. The title certainly sounds impressive, but who knows how much of a stir he can actually make."

"Did he invite West Queen Mother? If the Head of Female Immortals doesn't come, his Immortal Court will be missing something."

News soon spread.

It was said that East King had personally gone to West Kunlun to invite West Queen Mother, hoping she would join him in the endeavor.

Yet rather awkwardly, West Queen Mother—the Head of Female Immortals likewise appointed by the Dao Ancestor—did not give him the slightest face and flatly refused.

West Queen Mother remained in her West Kunlun, devoted to cultivation and paying no heed whatsoever to this so-called Immortal Court.

Though East King had been snubbed and could scarcely save face, the Immortal Court still had to be established.

Following Di Jun and Taiyi's example, he sent invitations far and wide, inviting Great Powers from all across the Primordial Wilderness to attend the ceremony.

On Penglai Immortal Island, immortal mist curled through the air. Compared to the Heavenly Court's dazzling splendor of gold and jade, it possessed a few more shades of ethereal elegance.

East King wore a magnificent Taoist Robe symbolizing his status as Head of Male Immortals and held the Dragon Head Cane as he stood atop the high platform, his spirits soaring.

He followed the previous procedure as well, raising his voice in an oath to Heaven and Earth.

"Great Dao above!"

"Great God Pangu above!"

"Heavenly Dao above!"

These three consecutive cries were now practically the standard opening lines for establishing a faction in the Primordial Wilderness.

"Today, I, East King, obeying the Imperial Edict of the Dao Ancestor and bearing the title of Head of Male Immortals, establish the Immortal Court here in Penglai of the Eastern Sea!"

"May it command all immortal gods, uphold order in the Primordial Wilderness, guide all living beings toward the Dao, and answer the decree of fate!"

"Any immortal in the Primordial Wilderness who has attained the Dao may enter my Immortal Court and together seek the Great Dao!"

"Immortal Court—established!"

Yet when the oath fell, the Merit descending from the heavens was pitifully thin.

The golden light was dim, far inferior to the vastness that had accompanied the Wu Clan Establishment, and utterly incomparable to the pillar of golden Merit that had nearly blanketed half the sky when the Demon Race was established.

East King was dumbfounded on the spot.

What was going on?

The procedure was correct, wasn't it?

He had shouted the slogans too, hadn't he?

Why?!

"Pfft!"

Among the crowd attending the ceremony, someone was the first to fail to hold back a snicker.

Immediately afterward, whispers rose on all sides.

"That's it? Who could even fill the gaps between their teeth with that little Merit?"

"Tsk, tsk. Head of Male Immortals, huh? He certainly made a grand spectacle of it, but the Heavenly Dao isn't giving him any face."

"Compared to the Wu and Demon Races, this Immortal Court... it's simply a joke!"

East King stood atop the high platform, his face shifting from green to white as his hands clenched tightly.

He had anticipated that the Merit might not match that of the Demon Race, since the Demon Race had united all living beings and created an enormous spectacle.

But he had never imagined it would not even compare to the Wu Clan!

The golden pillar of Merit during the Wu Clan Establishment had been a little thinner than that of the Demon Race, but it had still been thick and imposing.

The amount of Merit directly reflected the degree of recognition granted by the Heavenly Dao.

The scant Merit received by the Immortal Court was undoubtedly proclaiming to the entire Primordial Wilderness: East King, this Head of Male Immortals, did not carry enough weight.

"Cough, cough!" East King forcibly calmed himself, squeezing a smile onto his face. "Thank you, Daoist Friends, for coming to witness this ceremony! The Immortal Court has only just been established, and countless matters await attention. I hope all of you, Daoist Friends, will offer much support in the days ahead!"

For a time, the atmosphere was exceedingly awkward.

After the ceremony, Great Powers from every quarter took their leave one after another, many of them wearing amused smiles.

For a time, East King and his newly established "Immortal Court" became the laughingstock of the entire Primordial Wilderness.

This matter also sounded an alarm for all the Great Powers of the Primordial Wilderness.

It was not enough to simply stake out a mountain and shout a few slogans for the Heavenly Dao to acknowledge you.

Without the foundation, the Fortune, or the strength, forcing oneself into the spotlight would only bring humiliation upon oneself.

Yet at the same time, the immense Merit gained by the Demon Race's establishment and the benefits gained from the Wu Clan Establishment truly stirred everyone.

"Even East King dared to establish an Immortal Court. Though the Merit was a little scant, he's still the lord of a power now!"

"Exactly. The Wu Clan, the Demon Race, and now another Immortal Court... The Primordial Wilderness is getting more and more cutthroat!"

"If we don't break through soon, I'm afraid we won't even get to drink the dregs!"

"Slaying Three Corpses! We must Slay Three Corpses as soon as possible and prove the Dao as Quasi-Saints!"

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An invisible pressure settled over the hearts of every Great Power at the peak of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm.

Back when everyone was a Grand Unity Golden Immortal, there might have been stronger and weaker among them, but at least they had still been on the same level.

They had watched with their own eyes as Di Jun, Taiyi, Nuwa, and Fuxi received Merit, their cultivation shooting upward by leaps and bounds. That pressure could be felt even from a great distance away.

Then there was the Wu Clan. Though they had gained less Merit than the Demon Race, after establishing their clan, their Fortune had visibly surged, and the auras of each Ancestral Wu had grown ever more condensed.

If they did not catch up soon, the gap would only grow wider and wider!

Kunlun Mountain.

The Three Pure Ones almost simultaneously chose Seclusion.

Laozi was detached and inactive, yet he also knew that time waited for no one.

Primordial Lord Tianzun was proud, and could tolerate even less being overshadowed by the Demon Race.

Tongtian was battle-hungry and yearned for greater power.

They would walk the path of Slaying Three Corpses to prove the Dao, passed down by the Dao Ancestor!

Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at his good friend, Hong Yun.

Hong Yun scratched his head. "Daoist Friend Zhen Yuanzi, why are you looking at me? I need to enter Seclusion too! If I don't catch up, I'll be too embarrassed to greet anyone when I go out in the future!"

Zhen Yuanzi nodded slightly. He too could feel that pressing urgency.

Sea of Blood.

Ancestor Minghe looked at his two Innate Killing Swords, which killed without becoming entangled in karma, as bloodlight flickered in his eyes.

Slaying Three Corpses?

Perfect. He had blades that fit his hand.

Western Mount Sumeru.

Jieyin's expression grew even more bitter, while Zhunti's eyes shone all the brighter.

"Senior Brother, we too must Slay Corpses as soon as possible. Only then can we win a sliver of survival for our West in the coming Great Calamity!"

"Good."

Even those Great Powers who had once roamed free and untroubled, or lived hidden away from the world, now felt the pressure and began entering Seclusion to cultivate, seeking breakthroughs.

The entire Primordial Wilderness seemed to fall silent all at once, yet everyone knew this was merely the calm before the storm.

The era of Quasi-Saints was about to truly arrive!

The years flowed on. A thousand years, to the Great Powers of the Primordial Wilderness in Seclusion, passed in no more than the flick of a finger.

On this day, from the direction of Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain, a vast and majestic aura soared into the heavens, its pressure spreading across half the Primordial Wilderness!

Primordial Lord Tianzun had severed his Good Corpse and become a Quasi-Saint!

Immediately afterward, two equally powerful auras erupted from the directions of Taiqing Palace and Biyou Palace!

Laozi and Tongtian successively succeeded in Slaying Corpses, stepping into the realm of Quasi-Saints!

The Three Pure Ones all became Quasi-Saints on the same day, shocking the Primordial Wilderness!

Soon after, two somewhat different Quasi-Saint auras rose from Western Mount Sumeru. Jieyin and Zhunti had also successfully Slain Corpses.

In the Demon Race's Heavenly Court, Di Jun and Taiyi drew upon immense Merit and Fortune, almost simultaneously succeeding in Slaying Corpses and becoming Quasi-Saints!

Nuwa and Fuxi followed close behind; their Merit was likewise complete, and they became Quasi-Saints!

At Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi borrowed the power of the Earth Book and successfully Slain a Corpse!

Ancestor Minghe of the Sea of Blood also successfully took that step!

For a time, Quasi-Saint auras rose and fell throughout the Primordial Wilderness!

Meanwhile, at Buzhou Mountain, in the Depths of Pangu Hall.

"Buzz—"

A powerful fluctuation of the Law of Space came from elsewhere within Pangu Hall.

Wu Ming opened his eyes and looked toward the source of the disturbance.

It was Di Jiang.

The power of the Law of Space surged violently around Di Jiang, the Space Ancestral Wu. He had faintly shattered the shackles of the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm and stepped across the threshold into the Quasi-Saint realm!

"Good!" A smile appeared on Wu Ming's face.

Not long afterward, another murky and profound fluctuation of the Law of Time spread through the hall.

Zhu Jiuyin, the Time Ancestral Wu, had also successfully broken through!

What surprised Wu Ming and the other Ancestral Wu most was Houtu.

This seemingly frail, kind-hearted Earth Ancestral Wu had actually overtaken them from behind, breaking through almost at the same time as Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin!

Earth-yellow Mystic Light flowed around her, heavy and vast, bearing all things. Faintly, it seemed to carry an additional trace of reincarnation and creation.

"Houtu Sister broke through too?" Zhu Rong's Loud Voice rang out in surprise.

"Good heavens! Houtu, you're something else! You actually got there faster than us older brothers!" Gonggong wore an equally astonished expression.

The other Ancestral Wu all turned to look at her.

Houtu smiled faintly, her temperament growing ever gentler and more serene. "I merely gained a little insight."

Wu Ming gave Houtu a deep look. He knew that her Path of Laws had likely already taken a direction different from that of the other Ancestral Wu.

Perhaps it had something to do with how she often traveled the Primordial Land, experiencing the suffering of all living beings and taking pity on those souls who had nowhere to return after death.

Wu Ming did not expose it. He merely said, "Very good. Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Houtu—you three have entered the Quasi-Saint realm and should set an example."

"The rest of you brothers and sisters must also cultivate diligently and strive to break through as soon as possible."

"Yes, Big Brother!" The other Ancestral Wu answered in a thunderous chorus, their eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

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