The Heavenly Dao's Great Trend

The six Primordial Era beings were incredibly excited and repeatedly kowtowed, "Thank you, Master!"

The moment they uttered "Master," the System's prompt sounded:

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for taking all the Primordial Era beings who passed the test as **, and the number of ** exceeds ten, completing Choice Three."

Upon receiving the reward, a skill granting card, Saint-grade **: Golden Peng Daoist Art.

As the System's voice faded, a vast amount of information surged into Li Peng's mind.

It contained methods for cultivating the Primordial Spirit, body tempering techniques, alchemy, artifact refining, the Way of Formations, divination methods, and various other contents, all presented within Li Peng's consciousness.

After digesting this information, Li Peng truly understood the power of this Saint-grade ** Golden Peng Daoist Art.

This art cultivated both the Primordial Spirit and the physical body, making its combat power unparalleled at the same level.

If cultivated to perfection, it could even lead to proving the Dao of Hunyuan.

Even more valuable was that the ** contained various methods such as alchemy, artifact refining, the Way of Formations, and divination. It was all-encompassing, arguably one of the most comprehensive ** in the Primordial Era.

Li Peng was quite surprised by the reward the System had bestowed.

He had been worrying about not having suitable ** to impart to his disciples, and the System had delivered just in time, showing great consideration.

Li Peng nodded in satisfaction and then looked towards the few registered ** he had just taken in.

"Since you have entered my tutelage, you must strictly adhere to the sect rules. If you violate them, do not blame me for being merciless," Li Peng said sternly.

"We will definitely abide by them!" the six Primordial Era beings responded in unison.

Li Peng nodded and said, "This is a ** I created over tens of thousands of years, named Golden Peng Daoist Method. I will impart it to you today, so be sure to cultivate it diligently."

With that, he waved his hand, and six streams of light entered the bodies of Liu Er and the other five respectively.

In an instant, all six were overwhelmed by the massive influx of information, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

It took them half an hour to gradually digest it all.

Liu Er and the others looked at Li Peng with shock, never expecting to receive such profound techniques upon entering his tutelage.

They felt that even with a lifetime, they might not be able to fully cultivate the Golden Peng Daoist Art.

Its contents were vast, and each technique required long-term comprehension.

The group found it hard to imagine how knowledgeable their Master must be to have created such a miraculous **.

For a moment, Liu Er and the others' eyes were filled with reverence.

Seeing this, Li Peng felt a sense of satisfaction.

The System is really helpful. If it weren't for this reward, I really wouldn't know what ** to teach them, he mused inwardly.

A moment later, seeing Liu Er and the others still gazing at him with admiration, Li Peng smiled slightly.

Even Li Peng's thick skin, comparable to the corner of a city wall, felt a rare trace of awkwardness.

He coughed lightly and said to the six registered **, "These six Innate Middle-Grade Spirit Treasures are compatible with your attributes. I shall bestow them upon you for self-defense."

Saying this, he casually took out six Innate Middle-Grade Spirit Treasures and distributed them to the registered **.

Liu Er, Yu Ding, and Xuan Du saw that the registered ** had all received Spirit Treasures, and their eyes immediately shone with longing.

Li Peng smiled slightly at this and took out a staff, a cauldron, and a sword—three High-Grade Innate Spirit Treasures—from his System space. "I shall bestow these three High-Grade Innate Spirit Treasures upon you."

With a casual wave, the staff-like Spirit Treasure flew towards Liu Er, the sword-like Spirit Treasure landed in Yu Ding's palm, and the last treasure cauldron hovered before Xuan Du.

"Thank you, Master, for the bestowed treasures!" the three said in unison.

Li Peng waved his hand. "Come with me into the island."

Before his words had even fallen, he had already vanished from the spot with his nine **.

Five hundred years passed in the blink of an eye. Li Peng, who was in the midst of preaching the Dao, suddenly stopped his teachings.

Seeing their Master suddenly stop preaching, all the ** looked confused.

"Cultivate well, all of you. Your Master has something to attend to," Li Peng said before disappearing.

A moment later, he had already torn through space with Fuxi and Nuwa and was heading towards the Heavenly Court.

At this moment, the Heavenly Court was adorned with lanterns and decorations everywhere. Demon soldiers patrolled back and forth, and many Great Powers gathered at Yaochi. Fairies carried spiritual fruits and immortal wine, moving among the guests, creating a joyous scene.

As the space channel suddenly opened, the Great Powers present all rose to welcome them.

Eastern Emperor Tai Yi led the high-ranking members of the Demon Clan forward—only Saints could appear in such a manner.

When Li Peng, accompanied by Nuwa and Fuxi, appeared, all the immortals bowed in unison, "Welcome, Golden Peng Saint, Nuwa Saint, Fuxi Saint!"

The three nodded slightly. "You may rise."

"Please, honored Saints, take your seats," Eastern Emperor Tai Yi said, bowing and leading the way.

Li Peng nodded in agreement and walked towards the head seat with Di Jun.

As Li Peng, Nuwa, and Fuxi entered the hall, they saw the Three Pure Ones already seated.

Upon seeing Li Peng, Nuwa, and Fuxi, hostility immediately flickered in the eyes of the Three Pure Ones.

Clearly, they still harbored resentment over Li Peng's previous act of seizing Spirit Treasures.

Li Peng, however, paid no mind to this hostility, choosing to ignore it.

After all, it was impossible to defeat the Three Pure Ones in one go right now, so why invite trouble?

"The fanfare for Zhunti and Jieyin is quite something; they still haven't arrived," Li Peng remarked casually after he, Nuwa, and Fuxi had taken their seats.

Upon hearing this, the Three Pure Ones all wore displeased expressions.

Yuanshi, in particular, who held himself in high esteem, let out a cold snort to express his dissatisfaction.

At this moment, the sky suddenly displayed wondrous phenomena, with celestial flowers falling and golden lotuses surging from the earth.

Following this, two songs could be heard:

"The Great Immortal walks barefoot, with the fragrance of dates and pears, his feet tread auspicious clouds, a sight most unusual; Twelve lotus platforms manifest spiritual treasures, by the Eight Virtues Pond, white light appears. His lifespan rivals heaven and earth, a truth not false, his blessings are vaster than floods, how could it be boastful? Having cultivated Sarira, named Fetal Breath, leisure and ultimate bliss reside in the West."

"The Great Awakened Golden Immortal, without equal, the profound Dharma of the West, Bodhi the Patriarch. Neither born nor extinct, the three-three path, only with full Qi and spirit can one achieve sustenance. Emptiness and stillness naturally follow transformation, the true nature of reality allows for anything. With a lifespan equal to heaven, a dignified form, through kalpas, the enlightened heart... "

As the songs faded, the phenomena gradually receded, and the figures of Zhunti and Jieyin slowly emerged from the void.

Seeing their grand entrance, the faces of the Three Pure Ones darkened.

In comparison, they felt their own entrances were dim and lackluster, and secretly resolved to prepare their own poetic titles in the future, lest they fall behind.

Li Peng, witnessing the spectacle of Zhunti and Jieyin, thought to himself:

"Truly, ugly people make a fuss, resorting to flashy tricks to show off."

While he was silently complaining, Zhunti and Jieyin had already walked to the front and taken their respective seats.

With all the Saints present, Eastern Emperor Tai Yi clapped his hands to signal the start of the wedding.

Bai Ze stood at the forefront and announced loudly, "The auspicious hour has arrived! Please welcome the groom and bride!"

The Great Powers in the hall fell silent upon hearing this, and for a moment, the entire venue was solemn.

Amidst this silence, Di Jun, hand in hand with Hu Mei, slowly walked from afar.

Today, Di Jun was clad in a ** dragon robe, exuding an imposing aura and majestic presence.

Hu Mei, dressed in a phoenix robe, appeared graceful and noble, captivating all who saw her, impossibly beautiful.

Seeing this scene, Nuwa couldn't help but feel envious.

Li Peng chuckled upon seeing her expression, "When the time is right, I will prepare an even grander wedding for you!"

"Mmm, I believe you, Brother Li!" Nuwa replied with a sweet smile.

As Li Peng and Nuwa were having a tender conversation, Di Jun and the woman had already reached the platform.

Bai Ze then loudly proclaimed, "First bow to Heaven and Earth, to be grateful for the grace of nurturing."

As his voice fell, Di Jun and Hu Mei bowed together towards the Primordial Era's Heaven and Earth.

Bai Ze continued to shout, "Second bow to the Dao Ancestor, to remember the grace of preaching the Dao."

The two then respectfully bowed in the direction of Purple Heaven Palace.

After the rites, Bai Ze raised his voice and announced, "The ceremony is complete—"

In an instant, the sky gathered Xuanhuang Golden Merit Clouds, scattering throughout the heavens.

The Great Powers present were all astonished, never having expected a wedding to attract the Heavenly Dao's merit.

For a time, the hearts of the cultivators stirred, all thinking that if they also held wedding ceremonies upon their return, they might receive blessings from the Heavenly Dao.

As they pondered this, the merit split into four, falling towards four directions:

Forty percent went to Di Jun, forty percent to Hu Mei, twenty percent to Bai Ze, and the last ten percent transformed into countless fine streams, dispersing into the bodies of the guests present.

With the merit entering his body, Di Jun's aura surged, and in a flash, he reached the Quasi-Saint Peak.

Li Peng's brows twitched slightly, knowing that Di Jun was following in the footsteps of the ancient Three Clans—

seeking to gather the Primordial Era's Destiny to prove the Dao of Hunyuan.

He knew long ago that this path was impassable, yet Di Jun, immersed in the glory of the Demon Clan, still believed he could unify the Primordial Era and achieve Hunyuan.

Was it fate playing tricks, or do those in high positions inevitably lose their true selves?

As he was pondering, a loud noise suddenly echoed.

Immediately, a wild laugh followed:

"Hahaha... Di Jun! We've come to congratulate you!"

Upon hearing this, Di Jun's expression sank. He never expected the Witch Clan to be so despicable, crashing his joyous occasion.

All the prominent figures of the Primordial Era were present today. If the Witch Clan wasn't severely punished in public, how could the Demon Clan maintain its dignity?

With this thought, Di Jun's anger surged, but he had to suppress his emotions for now and not act rashly.

Many Great Powers were present. If Di Jun left now, he would offend quite a few of them.

Moreover, as the Emperor of the Demon Clan, if he were to panic over such a minor disturbance, he feared he would be looked down upon by all the Great Powers present.

Di Jun then turned to the crowd and said calmly, "Everyone, some scoundrels have come to cause trouble. Please wait here for a moment, I will return shortly. After dealing with those villains, I will apologize to you all."

The Great Powers heard this and all expressed that it was fine, telling Di Jun to go ahead.

Li Peng watched all this with great interest, wondering if the Witch Clan's actions were just a minor skirmish or a full-blown assault.

After all, his analysis of the pros and cons for Houtu was not purely to offer advice, but more to see if he could use this opportunity to change the Great Trend of the Heavenly Dao.

Receiving a response from everyone, Di Jun immediately shouted loudly, "All demons, follow me to meet the enemy! Today, we will kill all the invading witches!"

As his voice fell, the high-ranking demons followed Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Tai Yi towards the source of the commotion.

Unexpectedly, as they flew to the fifteenth heaven, they encountered the figures of the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

It turned out that the Witch Clan had broken through the preceding fifteen heavens in such a short time.

Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Tai Yi's eyes immediately turned bloodshot.

Although these fifteen heavens were not guarded by powerful demons, they were the foundation of the Demon Clan. Now, with the lower-ranking demons being slaughtered by the Witch Clan, the Demon Clan's vitality was greatly damaged. How could they not be enraged?

"Witch Clan! You are seeking death!" Eastern Emperor Tai Yi roared, brandishing the Chaos Bell and charging towards the Twelve Ancestor Witches.

Seeing this, Di Jun dared not delay and immediately followed. The other demons, seeing their leaders charging forward, also roared and followed.

Di Jiang and the other Ancestor Witches, seeing Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Tai Yi leading their troops to attack, were not surprised but delighted.

"You've come at just the right time! Today, we will eliminate you demons!" Di Jiang laughed.

"Presumptuous scoundrels!" Eastern Emperor Tai Yi cursed, simultaneously striking the Chaos Bell.

"Dong--"

The sound of the bell rippled through space, concealing endless killing intent. In an instant, the witches caught in the sonic waves were reduced to minced meat before they could even scream.

Seeing this, the Twelve Ancestor Witches roared in unison and attacked Eastern Emperor Tai Yi together.

Eastern Emperor Tai Yi was startled when he saw the Twelve Ancestor Witches attacking him in unison.

Although he was always arrogant, he didn't believe he could fight twelve at once.

Fortunately, at this moment, his brother Di Jun had arrived with four Quasi-Saints under his command.

Eastern Emperor Tai Yi's confidence immediately soared.

He wielded the Chaos Bell, striking it repeatedly and blocking five Ancestor Witches: Di Jiang, Zhu Jiuyin, Qiang Liang, Ju Mang, and Ru Shou.

Di Jun, with the River Diagram and Luo Book above his head and the Sun Golden Wheel in his hand, directly attacked Zhu Rong, Xi Zi, and Gonggong, three Ancestor Witches.

As for Houtu, Xuan Ming, She Bi Shi, and Tian Wu, the four Ancestor Witches, they were held back by the four Quasi-Saints.

In an instant, the top combatants of both the Witch and Demon Clans were engaged.

The Ten Great Demon Marshals led countless demon soldiers, engaging in battle with the Twelve Great Witches and the Witch Clan armies they led.

The great battle erupted with shouts, screams, and the clash of weapons echoing across the battlefield.

Only the area where the Ancestor Witches were fighting was silent, with no witches or demons daring to approach—

Anyone who got close was reduced to ashes by the residual power of the battle.

Li Peng and a group of Primordial Era Great Powers were drinking and feasting on the thirty-third heaven of the Heavenly Court, watching the battle with great amusement, appearing as if they were merely spectators.

On the battlefield, Di Jun, protected by the River Diagram and Luo Book and wielding the Sun Golden Wheel, was holding his own against three Ancestor Witches, his cultivation at the Quasi-Saint peak allowing him to remain undefeated.

Eastern Emperor Tai Yi, wielding the Chaos Bell, was both offensive and defensive. Despite being surrounded by five Ancestor Witches, he had not fallen behind.

However, the four Quasi-Saints were being forced back step by step by Houtu, Xuan Ming, She Bi Shi, and Tian Wu, in a sorry state.

Even more critical was that the demon soldiers led by the Ten Great Demon Marshals were retreating under the fierce attacks of the Great Witches and the Witch Clan, suffering heavy casualties.