Now that the plan has been made, we must prepare for the worst. A full-scale war with the Witch Clan is no child's play; we must accumulate immense Luck in order to have a chance of Thread of Life in this great calamity.
Qing Huan's mind raced, and information about an Innate Spiritual Treasure surfaced in his mind's sea of consciousness— the Kongtong Seal, Innate Supreme Treasure hidden deep within Shouyang Mountain, whose true power had not yet been fully discovered by the world.
"Hehe, Taiqing Laozi..."
Qing Huan's lips curled into a meaningful smile, tinged with a knowing mockery.
"Although you are Heavenly Dao Sage and you became a sage by Human Teachings, it is because of the Merit of your teachings and the Luck of your Establishing a Religion."
However, your true form is Pure Qi transformed from the Pangu's Primordial Spirit, not from the demon race, nor did you achieve your Saint Position by relying on the Demon Race Fortune.
This Kongtong Seal is the pivotal point that governs the Luck of all living beings. How could an 'outsider' like you possibly activate its full power?
"The precious pearl is covered in dust. In your hands, it's nothing more than a powerful artifact used to suppress the Luck of the Human Teachings. It's truly a pity."
Thinking of this, Qing Huan's mind became crystal clear.
The true power of the Kongtong Seal lies in "control," in "guidance," and in gathering the fortune of all beings (especially the human race, the future Protagonist of Heaven and Earth, and the demon race that is now scattered throughout the Primordial Wilderness Luck), absorbing it into itself, and nourishing its own path.
This treasure can only shine its brightest when it is in the hands of someone who Demon Race Fortune and has a deep understanding of the future trends, thus becoming the true lever to change the Primordial Wilderness world.
"At this time, the Three Pure Ones have not yet separated. Although Laozi sensed that Shouyang Mountain was connected to him, the opportunity had not yet arrived. He had not yet moved his Dao Field there, which was the perfect time for me to obtain the treasure."
Qing Huan no longer hesitated. His figure transformed into a faint blue light, merging into the flow of the Primordial Wilderness mountains and rivers. He began to travel towards Shouyang Mountain, hidden in the eastern part of the endless Primordial Wilderness, guided by a trace of Luck in the dark.
Meanwhile, at Kunlun Mountain, at the Jade Void Palace.
Within the palace shrouded in ethereal mist, the Purity and Non-Action, and naturally serene atmosphere of the past had vanished, replaced by an almost tangible sense of oppression and rage.
Even the starlight hanging from the palace ceiling seemed to dim, as if it dared not touch the surging emotions of the three holy beings below.
"Bang--!"
With a loud bang, the Sect Master Tongtian's hair and beard stood on end as he slammed his palm down on the Cloud Patterned Jade Table in front of him, which was made of Nine Heavens Cold Jade.
The jade table, which was strong enough to withstand the full force of Daluo Golden Immortal's attack, was suddenly covered with dense cracks, as if it would completely collapse at any moment.
His chest heaved violently, and his eyes flashed with a terrifying light, like thousands of sharp swords about to be drawn, cutting through the surrounding air.
"A humiliation beyond compare! An unprecedented humiliation!"
The voice that Tongtian was like thunder from the nine heavens, rolling and echoing in the empty hall, shaking the Dao patterns on the four walls, making them flicker and tremble. "So Qing Huan is of extraordinary origin? He is nothing but an arrogant person who has obtained Creation but does not know the will of heaven! How dare he... how dare he so disrespect the decree of his teacher (Dao Ancestor Hongjun)!"
They treat us, the Heavenly Dao Sage, as nothing! They forcibly seize spiritual treasures and extort money from us! How are such actions any different from those of the Devil Dao?!
He grew increasingly enraged as he spoke, and sword energy uncontrollably overflowed from his body, carving tiny black cracks in the void:
"We, the Three Pure Ones, Pangu Orthodox and the Orthodox Mystic Gate. When have we ever suffered such humiliation!"
Not only will he lose face, but he'll also have to pay three Innate Spiritual Treasure for those two poor bastards from the West (Jieyin and Zhunti)! How dare Qing Huan?! What gives him the right?!
The Yuanshi Tianzun sat upright on a futon, his face so gloomy it seemed to drip water.
The rage was not as fiery and outwardly intense as Tongtian's, but rather like ancient ice, chilling to the bone, yet containing within it the power to incinerate the heavens and destroy the earth.
Her jade-like fingers lightly tapped her knees, each tap causing a disturbance in the surrounding Yuqing Immortal Light, and twisting the lines of law.
"Snort!"
Yuanshi let out a cold, sneer, full of disdain and disgust.
"Those creatures with Beasts with Fur and Horns, Creatures Born of Wetness and Eggs, are just like this among your disciples. They are truly utterly uncultured, ignorant of hierarchy, lacking manners, and oblivious to the ways of the world!"
To coexist with such monstrous beings in this Primordial Wilderness is a disgrace to our generation!
His narrow phoenix eyes flashed with cold light as he continued to rebuke, "That Qing Huan, relying on his supernatural powers, accepts disciples indiscriminately, including those of mixed bloodlines and shallow character."
Such actions cannot last. They are nothing but illusions, destined to turn to ashes in the great calamity!
Today he insulted the Three Pure Ones, tomorrow he will surely face retribution! The cycle of Heavenly Dao is cyclical, and retribution is inevitable!
Taiqing Laozi, seated in the center, kept his eyes lowered, as if his mind was wandering beyond the heavens, or perhaps he was deducing infinite secrets of the universe.
He lightly rested his whisk on his arm, his face calm and composed. He neither echoed nor directly stopped his two junior brothers' heated words.
Amidst the clamor and angry shouts, he subtly shook his head.
With a mind as clear as a mirror: Qing Huan is a man of great supernatural powers and mysterious origins. His actions may seem arrogant, but in reality, every step he takes is in accordance with some inexplicable mystery, and even subtly affects the operation of the Heavenly Dao.
Instead of getting angry for no reason, we should observe the situation calmly and carefully calculate the outcome.
Although the three lost treasures were precious, sometimes even Sage's pride doesn't need to be swayed by momentary disputes.
However... deep within his heart, a faint yet undeniable sense of unease quietly arose, as if something that was originally closely connected to him was subtly shifting, or rather... being forcibly severed.
That's enough.
Laozi finally spoke, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority that instantly overwhelmed the anger of Tongtian and Yuanshi.
"What's done is done; getting angry now will not help."
That Qing Huan... has its own Karma. You should all calmly comprehend the Heavenly Dao, and not let external things disturb your Dao heart."
When Tongtian and Yuanshi heard their Eldest Senior Brother speak, although they were filled with resentment, they temporarily suppressed it. However, the atmosphere in the hall remained cold and stiff.
Qing Huan concealed his aura, like a transcendent traveler, traversing famous mountains and rivers. He was not in a hurry to travel, but instead, while comprehending the primordial Dao of the newly Primordial Wilderness world, he used his unique perception of Luck to capture the faint traces that pointed to Shouyang Mountain.
During that time, he witnessed giants battling each other, their blood staining the sky; he also witnessed spirits Transformation, triggering heavenly tribulations.
He had also witnessed the Witch Tribe's sacrifice to Pangu, with its malevolent aura soaring to the sky; and the demon Demon Gods patrolling the four directions, with demonic clouds rolling in. All of this strengthened his resolve to obtain the Kongtong Seal and control his own destiny, and even the destiny of the demon race.
I don't know how many years have passed; perhaps it's just a fleeting moment, or perhaps it's thousands or tens of thousands of years.
On this day, Qing Huan crossed a vast and surging Innate Spiritual River, and the view ahead suddenly opened up.
A sacred mountain rose abruptly from the ground. Its shape was not particularly steep or extraordinary, but it exuded an indescribable aura of solemnity, majesty, and light.
The mountain has a unique pale golden color, and under the sunlight, it seems as if it is cast from warm, Immortal Gold.