"Snort!"
Yuanshi's face was ashen, his sleeves fluttering slightly as he coldly said...
"Eldest Brother, third brother, this East Prince has ascended to the supreme position in the Immortal Court, and he certainly puts on a very high-handed attitude."
To leave us fellow practitioners waiting here in vain is a breach of etiquette and a disregard for the Primordial Wilderness rituals, bringing shame upon our Innate Deities!
They disdained this trip in the first place; if it weren't for the Dao Ancestor's reputation, why would they have come here?
"Inappropriate..."
Taiqing Laozi suddenly opened his half-closed eyes, the Taiji Diagram in his eyes swirling, revealing a hint of solemnity.
"My two virtuous brothers, have you noticed anything unusual about the aura of Penglai Immortal Island? It seems as if some supreme Magic Power is obscuring the workings of heaven, causing me some unease."
His Spiritual Sense were as deep as an abyss, and he sensed a subtle, indescribable unease.
Both the Sect Master Tongtian and the Yuanshi Tianzun focused their minds, and their immense primordial spirit power instantly swept across the entire Penglai Immortal Island.
However, the sacred mountain remained as beautiful as ever, shrouded in auspicious clouds, with no signs of anything unusual.
"Eldest Brother, my second brother and I have investigated repeatedly, but we haven't found anything amiss."
Tongtian Jian frowned slightly, his tone tinged with doubt.
"But is your perception off, Eldest Brother?"
Laozi pondered for a moment, gently shook the whisk in his hand, and then closed his eyes again:
"Never mind, perhaps it's just a passing thought on my mind. Let's wait and see."
That faint sense of veiled gloom lingered in my heart like a dark cloud.
On the other side, a murderous aura soared to the sky.
"East Prince! Come out and face your death! Your Twelve Ancestral Witches grandfather has arrived, and today I will settle this score with you, paying for your blood debt in blood!"
The Ancestral Witch Zhurong was the most violent of them all. He took a step forward, and his voice was like the roar of an ancient thunder god, the rolling sound waves causing the clouds and mist around the immortal island to churn.
The Witch Clan exuded a menacing aura. Although they saw many top experts from the Primordial Wilderness gathered together, they dared not act rashly, lest they become the target of everyone's attacks.
However, killing an East Prince who had challenged the dignity of the Witch Clan was perfectly justified, and it was unlikely that anyone would stand up for him.
"Eldest Brother."
The Wood Ancestral Witch, Gou Mang, spoke calmly, his sharp gaze sweeping across the silent Myriad Immortals Hall.
"We have been challenging them for a long time, and our voices have shaken the heavens, yet the East Prince has remained cowering and has not uttered a single word in response... There must be something fishy about this!"
"Snort!"
Gold Ancestral Witch Ru Shou scoffed, his face full of disdain.
"In my opinion, this fellow must know that he is doomed today and is so scared that he is hiding in the hall trembling with fear!"
"You mere clown, utterly incompetent, dare to provoke the mighty Witch Clan? You truly have no regard for your own life!"
The other Ancestral Witch also showed disdain; in their eyes, the East Prince's strength was insignificant.
On the plaza outside the palace, many of the Innate Deities who had initially shown some impatience stopped their plans to leave when they saw the Witch Clan's forceful challenge, which seemed determined to fight to the death.
Amidst their astonishment, a sense of amusement ignited in their eyes—was this newly established Penglai Immortal Court about to witness a grand spectacle of supreme beings shedding blood?
This melon must be a "ripe melon" unlike any seen since the Primordial Wilderness!
The Daoist Jieyin and the Daoist Zhunti hid in a corner, exchanging a meaningful glance, everything understood without words.
Once the Witch Clan breaches the Immortal Court and the island descends into chaos, it will be the perfect opportunity for them to use their methods to "convert" the island's spiritual essence and rare treasures to enrich the barren western lands!
Only the Ancestor Minghe of the Blood Sea, the Styx Ancestor, frowned, his mind filled with doubts:
"Strange... Such a Primordial Wilderness event that has attracted worldwide attention, my Qing Huan, with his great supernatural powers, should have sensed it. Why is he nowhere to be seen? And what about Penglai Island, both inside and outside..."
The inexplicable feeling of unease in his heart grew stronger, and he felt that there was some kind of unsettling variable lurking beneath the seemingly peaceful fairy island.
The earth-shattering roar of the Twelve Ancestral Witches was like thunder at the Primordial Chaos, piercing through layers of defenses and exploding loudly within the palace, causing the space to hum.
The expressions on everyone's faces hardened slightly, and as their gazes clashed, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
The Solar True Fire flickered uncertainly in Di Jun's palm, a hint of urgency flashing between his brows:
"Fellow Qing Huan, if I am not mistaken, all the Innate Deities with names and surnames in Primordial Wilderness prehistoric world have probably gathered outside the gate!"
The original intention was to use one tiger to devour another, to destroy the Immortal Court with the help of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Now that these barbarians are blocking the door, how should we deal with them?
Qing Huan remained calm, a faint image of an ancient bell swirling between his fingertips, scattering Chaos Qi that suppressed time and space.
With a calm smile, his voice carried a comforting power. "Fellow Daoists, please be patient."
At this point, observing the situation is the best course of action; the key lies in the choice made by the East Prince.
He raised his finger and pointed to the void above his head, where two vast and mighty forces intertwined and swirled. One was the spacetime barrier of the Chaos Bell, and the other was the profound array diagram evolved from the Innate Eight Trigrams Disk, together forming an indestructible absolute barrier.
"With these two supreme treasures protecting us, even if those barbarians attack in full force, along with all the Innate Deities outside, they won't be able to budge us in the slightest."
Qing Huan's gaze shifted to the East Prince, who hovered in the center of the hall, his face ashen and all his energy drained. His words carried an air of absolute certainty:
"No matter what he chooses, I have my own means to make the Twelve Ancestral Witches stop here and settle this Karma."
After all, those twelve still owe me a tremendous Karma.
After a pause, his tone turned cold, like ice scraping across the face:
"If the East Prince Duke is wise enough to choose the first path... Ah, the Witch Clan may be fierce, but they are not foolish enough to send the entire clan to fill the bottomless pit of that Volcano of Immortality."
A glint of malice flashed in Qing Huan's eyes, carrying an undisguised threat and calculation.
"If they remain stubborn and choose the second path... well, that's fine too."
The so-called Immortal Court Lord, along with his disciples and grand-disciples, were captured and thrown into the depths of the Netherworld Sea of Blood!
Using the resentment of ten thousand immortals to temper my fierce and rare weapon is quite a good use of it!
Qing Huan's voice suddenly sharpened, like the clang of metal on metal:
"East Prince! The time has come, what do you intend to do?!"
However, he was met with only deathly silence.
The East Prince's eyes were empty, and he hung in the air like a shell whose soul had been emptied. He was unresponsive to everything around him, and not even a ripple of desire for survival appeared.
"Ha, they won't shed a tear until they see the coffin!"
A cold smile curled at the corner of Qing Huan's lips. Before he finished speaking, a burst of crimson light erupted from his palm!
A strange and incomparable Twelve-Petaled Blood Lotus Platform, entangled with karmic forces, suddenly appeared and instantly moved to the foot of the East Prince.
Boom--!
The Red Lotus Karmic Fire soared into the sky, thick as blood, carrying a terrifying aura that could burn away all the sins and Karma of the world, and in an instant completely devoured the Eastern East Prince!
The flames seemed to have a life of their own, greedily licking his celestial skin, jade bones, and primordial spirit, emitting a sizzling, chilling sound of erosion.
This is just the beginning!
Qing Huan changed his hand seals again, and three streams of divine water, each with a different color and containing completely opposite Destruction power, shot out from his fingertips.
The Sunlight Divine Water —as brilliant as molten gold—melted at a visible speed, causing the immortal body of the East Prince to vanish like ice and snow under the scorching sun, his flesh and bones emitting painful groans!