The Three Pure Ones and Ancestral Witches' Defiance
His gaze swept over the millions of creatures of the North Sea kneeling and worshipping below, but there was no compassion in his eyes, only an overwhelming contempt and coldness.
"Insects!" he sneered inwardly.
"If it weren't for the opportune moment of Heavenly Dao, would you, with your insignificant background, even be worthy to admire the achievements of this ancestor in creating civilization?"
After the initial euphoria came the irresistible urge to retreat into seclusion.
"The Demon Script has appeared in the Primordial Wilderness. Now that you have witnessed the secrets of heaven, why don't you quickly return to your respective lairs?"
Kunpeng's voice was cold and domineering, like a polar wind sweeping across the sea, carrying an unquestionable decree.
"This ancestor is going into seclusion to comprehend the supreme Great Dao. Anyone who dares to linger, make noise, or spy on the Northern Darkness... will be annihilated, body and soul!"
The last word was uttered, and the chilling killing intent pierced the souls of the beings below like tangible ice spikes, causing them excruciating pain and chilling their entire bodies.
Billions of living beings were stunned.
I arrived with awe and anticipation, expecting this newly appointed Demon Master to be like the Dao Ancestor Hongjun who preached in the Purple Cloud Palace in the past, opening an altar to expound the Dharma, enlighten all living beings, and bestow supreme opportunities.
To my surprise, what awaited me was such a cold and heartless expulsion!
Anger, humiliation, resentment... all sorts of emotions arise, surge, and intertwine in the hearts of hundreds of millions of people.
However, under the terrifying pressure and killing intent of that Mid-Quasi-Saint, no one dared to voice their doubts.
Silence spread like a plague, and the creatures, filled with resentment and frustration, retreated swiftly and silently from the North Sea, a place that had just witnessed history yet felt deeply chilled.
Looking down at the rapidly empty sea below, Kunpeng nodded in satisfaction.
With a disdainful curl of his lip, his figure flickered and transformed into a dark and profound streak of light, heading straight into the depths of the Northern Darkness Dao Field, which was shrouded in Xuanbing Yinsha year-round, leaving only the raging waves of the North Sea roaring alone, as if lamenting the injustice.
At the Kunlun Mountain Three Pure Ones' Daoist Abode.
Yuanshi dignified and solemn face was now shrouded in an inescapable gloom and confusion.
His brows were furrowed, Jade Ruyi unconsciously twirled the jade ruyi in his hand.
"Eldest Brother."
His voice was low, carrying a hint of barely perceptible surprise.
"This demon race... is truly blessed by heaven, their Luck is so prosperous!"
First, Qing Huan deduced and perfected the Way of Innate Eight Trigrams Heaven and Earth, thus completing the ultimate principles of the universe.
Then there were the brothers Di Jun and Tai Yi, who comprehended the Great Formation of the Stars, borrowed the Power of the Stars to transform chaos, and gave back to the Primordial Wilderness, thus establishing immeasurable Merit.
"Now, even a Kunpeng can... can create these innate characters that embody the Dao of Heavenly Dao?"
Yuanshi's tone was filled with disbelief, mixed with a deep-seated, unwilling-to-admit fear.
The scene of his first lecture at the Purple Cloud Palace involuntarily flashed through his mind: Kunpeng was nothing more than a lowly creature whom he had dismissed as "Beasts with Fur and Horns, Creatures Born of Wetness and Eggs"...
But how long has it been? This former "monster" has actually used the merit of creating literature to rise to the top in one step, severing his two corpses, becoming a Demon Master, and even gaining the approval of the Heavenly Dao!
This stark contrast severely impacted Yuanshi's Daoist heart, which pursued purity of Yuanshi and hierarchical order.
"Could it be... that the demon race is truly destined by heaven and Protagonist of Heaven and Earth of this Tribulation?"
This thought grew in my mind like a demon.
"Second brother."
A calm and serene voice rang out, containing the power to soothe all turmoil.
Taishang Laojun remained with his eyes closed, seemingly oblivious to the earth-shattering events unfolding around him, as if they were nothing more than Qingfeng rustling across a mountain.
"With a restless and agitated mind, how can one glimpse the Dao?"
Laozi spoke in a calm tone, as if expounding an eternal truth.
"In the darkness, there is a predetermined fate. We, the Pangu Three Pure Ones, inherit the legacy of our Father God who created the world, and bear the Great Dao Merit Creation. Protecting the Primordial Wilderness and regulating the Universe is our innate Heavenly Mandate."
The time is not yet ripe, why force it? The demon race's temporary prosperity is but a fleeting cloud, nothing to envy. Calm your mind, remain steadfast.
Laozi's words were like sweet rain, quietly nourishing Yuanshi's turbulent Dao heart. That pride and confidence, originating from the Pangu Orthodox, re-condensed in Yuanshi's heart.
"What you say, Eldest Brother, is absolutely right!"
The Sect Master Tongtian responded loudly, his eyes bright and sharp, staring directly at the direction where the golden dragon of the Demon Race Fortune was churning in the Above the Nine Heavens. His face did not have the gloom of the Yuanshi Beginning, but instead carried a hint of sincere admiration and fervent fighting spirit.
"The demon race's current state is truly astonishing. Di Jun's talent for leadership, Tai Yi's unparalleled divine might, Qing Huan Creation, and now, with the addition of Kunpeng, who created literature and established the Dao... it is truly admirable!"
After a pause, a chilling sword intent, capable of cleaving through chaos and seizing the secrets of heaven, soared into the sky, carrying unparalleled confidence and pride.
"However, we, the Pangu Three Pure Ones, are transformed from the primordial spirit of our Father God, and we hold the ultimate principles of creation, possessing immeasurable merits in the Merit of the world!"
The current prosperity of the demon race—who knows if it isn't paving the way for our future?
I, Tongtian, firmly believe that in the future, we will surely be able to forge our own supreme Great Dao and rule the Primordial Wilderness world! No matter how prosperous the Demon Race Fortune may be, it will never be the Pangu Orthodox!
With boundless ambition and brimming confidence, his Tongtian sword intent seemed poised to cleave through the seemingly impregnable barrier of the Demon Race Fortune.
At the Buzhou Mountain the Pangu Temple.
The heavy, ancient stone gate isolated the outside world from noise, but it could not block the earth-shaking power of the Heavenly Dao Merit Primordial Wilderness.
The hall was filled with surging malevolent energy, resembling a tangible, blood-red fog. The true forms of the thirteen Ancestral Witch were faintly visible within it, radiating a terrifying power capable of tearing apart the heavens and shaking the earth.
At this moment, however, this power was not filled with fighting spirit, but with overwhelming rage and resentment!
"Boom!"
The Ancestral Witch Zhurong, wreathed in blazing flames, slammed his fist into the altar made of Chaos Stubborn Stone, sending sparks flying and stone chips flying, producing a teeth-grinding cracking sound.
His entire body was crimson, his hair and beard burned like torches, and his eyes were blazing with fury.
"Little sister! Did you see that? This is the ten Kalpa peace you wanted!"
That Qing Huan is cunning and treacherous; he clearly saw through your kindness and deliberately set up this delaying tactic!
If it weren't for this damned agreement binding us, back when Di Jun and Tai Yi first established the Heavenly Court, we could have used all the power of the Witch Clan to fight all over the Thirty-Three Heavens, burning those two filthy birds who usurped the heavenly positions to ashes, shattering their True Spirit, and condemning them to eternal damnation!
Zhurong's voice was like molten lava flowing, filled with violent and malevolent Malevolent Qi.
"But look at this! Look at what the demon race has done in these ten Kalpa! First, they bound the stars in the Zhou Tian Star Dou, and now some damned Demon Master has appeared, creating the 'Word Stealing Heaven Technique'!"
That Qing Huan's achievement is merely a delaying tactic, weakening the achievements of our Witch Clan!
"Qing Huan brat, you deserve to die!" Gonggong, the Ancestral Witch, was surrounded by a monstrous water aura no weaker than that of Zhurong, chilling to the bone, and his voice was like the clash of ten thousand years of ice.
"To deceive Houtu is to insult our entire Witch Clan!"
"In ten Kalpa, the demon race has grown so powerful; this is all Qing Huan!"
"Charge to the Heavenly Court! Tear those two scruffy birds to shreds!"
Qiang Liang, Xi Zi, Tian Wu, Xuan Ming and other Ancestral Witch roared, their voices shaking the temple and the violent baleful aura almost lifting the dome off.
The curses against Qing Huan, the hatred for the demon race, and the regret for the missed opportunity burned like poisonous fire in the hearts of every Ancestral Witch.
Ancestor Witch Dijiang, sat in the main seat, shrouded in ripples of distorted space, silent as a mountain, but the suppressed anger was even more profound.