Witch and Demon Races' Investiture Fantasy Shattered

"The Heavenly Dao is like a game of chess; once a move is made, there is no going back."

Hongjun's voice was neither sad nor happy, and he gently pointed his fingertip at the void in front of Qing Huan.

In an instant, countless dazzling yet eerie threads appeared out of thin air, the threads of Karma and effect that had bound the Witch and Demon and demon races together for millions of years!

These threads suddenly tightened, became tangled, and buzzed, and then, without warning, snapped at the root!

However, the Chaos Qi at the break point writhed wildly, giving rise to even more twisted and tangled new threads of fate, far more complex and tragic than before!

The marks of Tribulation have long been etched into the very bones and blood of reincarnation, like a predetermined curse.

Qing Huan's pupils suddenly contracted to needle size, and he could clearly see that in the countless broken Karma lines, every point of light reflected the shadow of his own obsession.

Is the true destiny... the Tribulation... arising from the desires of all beings?

Qing Huan was struck dumb, falling into deep thought.

Jian subconsciously stroked the yin-yang fish pattern flowing on the futon beneath him. Those mysterious patterns seemed to writhe like living things, instantly transforming into countless tiny, cold threads of fate that wrapped around his fingers and spread deep into his heart.

He stared blankly as the Dao Ancestor vanished before him.

Ultimately, Heavenly Dao is ruthless, yet it also offers a glimmer of mercy. That glimmer of hope is not to rewrite suffering, but rather to allow all beings to find tempering and redemption of their souls amidst the raging flames of Tribulation.

Those who are not saints need not be mentioned, but even the Sage who are high above, are they truly without desires?

That seemingly detached "non-competition" is, in fact, the greatest competition.

Desire is like an abyss; once unleashed, it's like a runaway horse, difficult to return to its original course, and will only slide into an even more uncontrollable abyss.

I see!

The Witch and Demon Races will ultimately find it difficult to be listed on the Investiture of the Gods the Gods... Thinking of this, Qing Huan felt a deep sense of loss, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

"Young friend, there's no need to be so fixated on this."

Hongjun's voice pulled him back to reality.

"Heavenly Dao's way is impartial, always granting all things Thread of Life. How to find this opportunity and change the fate of the Witch and Demon and Demon races depends entirely on your own understanding and actions, young friend."

Hongjun stroked his beard and chuckled, his eyes filled with unfathomable mystery.

"The key to this matter cannot be spoken of, it cannot be spoken of. As for what you wish to do, young friend, this old Daoist will neither interfere nor assist you. You must walk this path alone."

This... Qing Huan paused slightly, a bitter smile playing on his lips: What a mysterious riddle! But it might not be a turning point.

He composed himself, and bowed deeply once more.

"Thank Dao Ancestor guidance and enlightenment, Dao Ancestor. I will do my utmost to protect the operation of the Primordial Wilderness world and seek the answers Dao Ancestor have provided. I have disturbed you today, so I will take my leave."

After speaking, Qing Huan stood up, and his figure slowly disappeared into the chaotic mist of the Purple Cloud Palace.

I have no choice but to protect it! I'm supposed to prove my Dao through the Primordial Wilderness, going to Chaos? Are you kidding me...? The dangers of Chaos are far beyond what a Quasi-Sage like me can withstand...

Silence returned to the Purple Cloud Palace.

The peaceful smile on Hongjun's face vanished instantly, his gaze like cold lightning, piercing through the void and reaching the depths of the ceaselessly flowing River of Time.

"When Pangu Heaven-Opening, he severed the shackles of Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods, but he also left behind this inextricable Karma debt..."

Ultimately, it will be you, the successors, who will fill the gaps and mend the wounds with your blood, flesh, and souls."

Before the sigh had even subsided, it shot straight into the boundless, turbulent depths of chaos outside the Purple Cloud Palace!

"Fellow Daoist Destiny," the voice was icy cold, devoid of any of its previous gentleness.

"Pangu created the world, the grudges of the past had long since been settled."

If you dare to tamper with the threads of destiny of this Primordial Wilderness again, don't blame this old Daoist for taking action and severing your hopes of resurrection!

The Jade Plate of Creation in Hongjun's hand, which contained the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, suddenly trembled violently. The three thousand Great Dao Runes detached from the disc and instantly unfolded in the void into a vast, golden, and dazzling net of laws, extending wildly along the trajectory of the jade hairpin's escape.

The twisted Karma, born from the malevolent laughter of the Destiny Demon God, was clearly intertwined! All of this was within the Demon God's calculations!

"Hehehe... Hahahaha!"

A burst of manic, venomous laughter erupted from the turbid currents of time, shaking the entire void.

A frenzied roar echoed from the depths of chaos, shaking the universe.

At the end of the River of Time, the terrifying will remaining from the Three Thousand Demon Gods coalesced and roared in the void, converging into a torrent of resentment that breached the dam:

"When Pangu swung his axe to sever our primordial true forms, did he foresee the consequences of the Primordial Wilderness's collapse today? In order to prove his Dao, he opened the Heavenly Dao and slaughtered Three Thousand Chaos Demon Gods!"

How can such Blood Sea be erased with a single stroke?

"I will watch this Primordial Wilderness world crumble before your very eyes!"

Hongjun's face was as cold as ice. The Jade Disc of Creation in his hand transformed into a beam of white light that tore through multi-dimensional space, piercing through the endless void barrier!

However, at the end of the white light, only a few scattered, writhing, twisted lines of Karma were shattered.

"Snort!"

Hongjun let out a cold snort, and the Pure Light of the Jade Plate of Creation was already flowing in his palm, making his beard and hair stand on end.

"Stubborn fools! If it weren't for Pangu's mercy in leaving you Thread of Life before your destruction, would you have the chance to linger in chaos today?"

The Primordial Wilderness world is now scarred and its foundation is shaken; it cannot withstand another Tribulation.

If you dare to extend your evil claws again, this old Daoist priest will fight you to the death, even if it costs him everything!

"Hahaha! Hongjun! You think you can take me on?"

The mocking laughter of the Destiny Demon God was filled with contempt and disdain.

"You can't even find the Dao Field of my own temple, yet you dare to claim you've put on a show?"

The immense Karma that Pangu owed me —Three Thousand Demon Gods —is this Primordial Wilderness world itself!

"One day, you will have to pay this debt in blood!" That arrogant laughter stirred up a monstrous wave in the River of Time, and the aura of the Destiny Demon God receded like the tide, disappearing into the boundless chaos and darkness.

"Well..."

As Hongjun gazed at the long river, which had returned to its turbulent state but was now even more unpredictable, the light of the Jade Plate of Creation in his palm gradually dimmed.

He closed his eyes wearily, letting out a long, heavy sigh, a sigh that seemed to bear the weight of countless Primordial Wilderness. "Pangu, oh Pangu... you cleaved the chaos and attained the Great Dao, yet you left this utter mess to this old man..."

A bitter smile, difficult to describe, appeared on Hongjun's face.

The Great God Pangu Heaven-Opening and earth, bestowing light and order upon the Primordial Wilderness.

The demon god, lurking in the ancient darkness, uses fate as a guide, seeking to drag everything back to the abyss of Destruction.

Hongjun sat upright with a frown, like an anchor point of the Heavenly Dao, with the Jade Plate of Creation hanging in front of him, transforming into the last barrier protecting the Primordial Wilderness.

On the Jade Capital Platform, beside a cup of chilled tea, the invisible battle that would determine the survival of the Primordial Wilderness was reflected in the depths of chaos outside the palace.

The chains of Heavenly Dao are slowly wedging themselves into the dark lifeblood of chaos, the light seemingly questioning silently:

Will this world, nurtured by Pangu's blood and sweat, ultimately fall into the abyss of fate, or will it seize a sliver of hope amidst despair?