A flash of cold light appeared, and the last few rays of spiritual light on the Treasure Distribution Cliff disappeared, with thousands of spiritual treasures now belonging to their respective owners.
The cave was empty and deserted, with only a dozen or so figures of Innate Deities standing alone in the void, making this once radiant Earthly Realm seem even more desolate.
Qing Huan's gaze swept across the bare cliff face. With a casual flick of his sleeve, the majestic cliff, which had borne countless spiritual treasures and whose body was forged from rare and precious materials, was silently absorbed into the Universe.
"Good eye!"
Heavenly Eye, clapped his hands in admiration upon seeing this, his eyes revealing undisguised envy.
"This cliff can bear the spiritual treasures of the heavens; its material itself is already unparalleled!"
If it were refined into Supreme Acquired Spiritual Treasure, would its power be inferior to that of an ordinary Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure?
Yuanshi nodded in agreement, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"That is precisely the reason; the Treasure Distribution Cliff is also a place where opportunities are hidden."
Qing Huan waved his hand dismissively, his tone nonchalant:
"Fellow Daoist, you flatter me. Since no one else wanted to take this item, I simply did it."
Besides, I only obtained one magical treasure on this trip, which can only serve as a small compensation."
Qing Huan remained calm—such external things were ultimately just icing on the cake for his Great Dao, not the foundation.
Just then, a voice carrying a majestic and imposing aura rang out from the side:
"Fellow Qing Huan, would you be willing to travel to my Solar Star for a discussion on the Dao?"
With each blink of his golden eyes, Di Jun exuded an air of dominance over the Primordial Wilderness.
Looking across the Primordial Wilderness, there are only a handful of people who can catch the eye of both myself and Tai Yi.
Qing Huan's heart stirred slightly—he was just worrying about how to approach the Lord of the Solar Star, and now the other party had taken the initiative to invite him; wasn't this a golden opportunity?
The Essence Blood of the Lords of the Greater Yang Greater Yin are key to breaking through to the Mid-Quasi-Saint, which can accelerate the process considerably, and are also excellent resources for comprehending the origin of the Great Dao!
He immediately responded loudly:
"That is indeed my wish! I am honored by Fellow Di Jun's invitation, and I will certainly choose a day to travel to the Solar Star to discuss the Great Dao with you two!"
"Good!"
Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi responded in unison, transforming into two dazzling golden rainbows that pierced through the chaos and vanished into the vast sky in an instant.
The remaining powerful beings also dispersed.
Zhenyuanzi and Hong Yun rode side by side on auspicious clouds, slowly drifting towards the Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain.
Qing Huan's gaze quietly locked onto the big fool "Hong Yun," a barely perceptible glint of cold light flashing in his eyes—the time had come!
It's time to reclaim this opportunity for sainthood; and incidentally, it's also time to rid the Primordial Wilderness of this "greatest fool of the Primordial Wilderness."
"Houtu Daoist Houtu."
Qing Huan turned to look at Ancestral Witch Houtu.
"Right now, there is one more matter I would like to ask for your assistance, fellow Daoist. I wonder if you could help me?"
Houtu looked solemn and cupped her hands, saying:
"Our Witch Clan will forever remember the kindness of Fellow Daoist Qing Huan. If you have any request, Houtu will do her utmost."
"Good!"
Qing Huan nodded approvingly, then transmitted his Spiritual Sense to Minghe Styx:
"Minghe, you and Houtu Daoist Houtu should set off immediately to intercept Zhenyuanzi and Hong Yun."
No need for a death match, just keep Zhenyuanzi occupied for a moment!
The Ancestor Minghe's blood-red eyes suddenly lit up, and he instantly understood Qing Huan's intention.
To seize the Hongmeng Purple Qi? The Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, Zhunti, Nuwa are all direct disciples of the Dao Ancestor. To harm them is tantamount to courting death!
Only this wandering Hong Yun, though protected by Zhenyuanzi's Earth Book, has limited cultivation and no spiritual treasures, making him an excellent target!
Thinking of his Yuantu and Abi swords, which were ruthless and untouched by Karma, a bloodthirsty excitement surged from the bottom of his heart.
"Don't worry, Brother Qing Huan!"
Turning to Houtu blood-red robe fluttered without wind, he said, "Houtu Daoist Houtu, shall we depart now?"
Although Houtu may not have been fully aware of all the schemes involved, the Witch Clan has always been clear about their gratitude and grudges, and since Qing Huan had made a request, she naturally complied.
"Can!"
As the Minghe and Houtu transformed into two streaks of light and sped away, Qing Huan's lips curled into a cold smile.
With a flicker, it vanished into the void like a drop of water merging into the ocean.
"When I conceal the secrets of heaven, the primordial Hongmeng Purple Qi will change hands, and Hong Yun... will perish and his cultivation will vanish!"
That ruthlessness was no longer concealed in the slightest.
On the way back to Wuzhuang Temple, Zhenyuanzi, his face full of worry, looked at his old friend Hong Yun, who remained as relaxed as ever, and couldn't help but advise him again:
"My old friend, listen to me! Since returning from the Purple Cloud Palace, countless people have coveted the Hongmeng Purple Qi in your possession, especially the Kunpeng, whose hatred is the most intense!"
You should stay peacefully in Wuzhuang Temple, use the Earth Book to isolate yourself from the outside world, and focus on comprehending the Purple Qi!
"Once we leave Wuzhuang Temple, the consequences will be unpredictable!"
Zhenyuanzi frowned, his ominous premonition growing heavier.
Hong Yun waved his hand dismissively and laughed heartily:
"Brother, you worry too much! I, Hong Yun, have traversed the Primordial Wilderness and have never made any deep-seated grudges with anyone. This is my destiny, and Heaven is protecting me."
Hong Yun had an indifferent expression...
This trip to Zhenyuanzi's Dao Field was merely to reassure my old friend, and it was just a side trip...
A hint of craving flashed in his eyes.
It would be proper to try a few more ginseng Immortal Fruits!
Meanwhile, on the Eastern Sea, Penglai Immortal Island had already been transformed into a battlefield of carnage.
A terrifying aura soared to the heavens, and the Ancestral Witch True Body stood tall and imposing, its every move possessing the power to shatter mountains and split seas.
Blood and gore filled the air, and cries of agony echoed everywhere. The "Ten Thousand Immortals Paying Homage" foundation painstakingly built by the East Prince was as fragile as paper under the brutal slaughter of the eleven Ancestral Witch.
Tens of thousands of Innate Lifeform were instantly reduced to ashes, with only a third managing to escape. They scattered in panic like stray dogs, living in constant fear.
"Brother, this stronghold of the East Prince does have quite the imposing presence!"
Xuan Ming shattered the crystal palace in front of him with a single step, the sound like ice striking jade, crisp yet carrying a bone-chilling cold.
Qiang Liang looked around, grinned maliciously, revealing his gleaming white fangs:
"Sister Xuan Ming is right! The spiritual energy of Penglai Island is quite good. Although it cannot compare to our clan's Pangu Temple, it can still be considered a Blessed Land."
"How about we move back and use it as a temporary palace for you and your younger sister?"
As he spoke, he actually had the idea of moving mountains and hills.
Xuan Ming snorted coldly, his body radiating icy energy that froze large swathes of space.
"Hmph, no matter how good it is, it can't compare to the Pangu Qi of my Xuan Ming tribe! Cultivating here is like scratching an itch through a boot; it's a waste of my cultivation!"
"Alright!"
Di Jiang's voice was deep and thunderous, carrying an unquestionable authority, as his gaze swept over his younger siblings.
"Enough with the idle talk! Quickly search the island for spiritual roots and veins, dig three feet into the ground, leave no blade of grass or tree unchecked!"
Upon hearing this, the Ancestral Witch immediately composed themselves, each choosing a direction to launch a frenzied yet meticulous plunder—a way to both seize treasures and vent their anger, just what they wanted.
Suddenly, Gou Mang stopped in his tracks. His massive Ancestral Witch body emitted a rich life force, and even the surrounding ruins sprouted new green shoots.
As if keenly drawn by something, an ancient Daoist rhythm, subtly resonating with and complementing the fundamental laws of life, emanated from behind the Myriad Immortals Hall.