Above the Netherworld.
Hongjun had no choice but to sue for peace. Besides, continuing the battle would not lead to any result.
Because the Heavenly Dao was already evenly matched with the Earthly Dao!
If they insisted on determining a victor, perhaps the entire prehistoric land where they fought would vanish!
If the battle between Heaven and Earth truly reached a point of utter turmoil, the prehistoric land would never exist again.
Hearing that Hongjun had been forced to sue for peace and acknowledge the Earthly Dao, Houtu did not look particularly happy.
This outcome had long been within his expectations.
After its enhancement, the Earthly Dao's power was already completely capable of resisting the Heavenly Dao.
Because of this, he no longer feared Hongjun in the slightest.
Although he did not fear Hongjun, there was nothing he could do to him now. After all, Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao had already become indistinguishable from each other.
Thus, the two of them no longer intended to continue fighting.
Rumble!
At that moment, the Earthly Dao sent an image into Houtu's mind—an image so enraging that it was enough to stir up his boundless fury!
In the image, his clansmen were being ruthlessly slaughtered by a Daoist, who then departed in a carefree manner!
That Daoist looked like he belonged to the Chan Sect!
"How dare you raise your butcher's blade against members of my Witch Clan!"
"You're courting death!"
"Die!"
Houtu found that Daoist in an instant and roared.
Before the Daoist could utter a single word, he was directly overwhelmed by boundless fury. His body and Dao were annihilated.
Houtu did not let him off easily. Dark-yellow power directly enveloped the Daoist's spirit, and he cast a soul-searching technique. In an instant, he learned the Daoist's origins: he came from the Chan Sect!
After the Daoist died, a streak of spiritual light flew into the void and entered the Chan Sect's position on the Investiture of the Gods.
"Hmm?"
"He really is from the Chan Sect!"
At that moment, fury had already burned across Houtu's cheeks.
From that man's memories, he had already learned that he came from the Chan Sect, and the Investiture of the Gods had confirmed it once again!
"Bastard!"
"How dare you kill someone from my Chan Sect?!"
Yuanshi had not dared interfere any further just now and had been quietly healing his injuries nearby.
Who could have known that he would suddenly sense a member of his Chan Sect being blasted to death by Houtu and entering the Investiture of the Gods?
Everything had been fine, yet Houtu had actually caused his Chan Sect to follow in the footsteps of the Western Teachings.
Thus, Yuanshi's fury erupted once more!
"Stop shouting nonsense!"
"A member of your Chan Sect went and slaughtered people from my Witch Clan!"
"I haven't even decided how to deal with you yet!"
His eyes were filled with fury. The Earthly Dao directly condensed a dark-yellow radiance, which struck Yuanshi across the face.
Boom!
Yuanshi was sent flying a hundred thousand li. When he finally stopped, his face was so swollen that he could not even open his eyes. He lay sprawled on the ground and could not get up for a long while.
Seeing this, Hongjun's heart jolted.
Before he could intervene, Yuanshi had already been beaten to the ground.
"How dare you humiliate me like this?"
As the saying went, a tree had its bark and a person had his dignity. At that moment, Yuanshi's face had been slapped so hard that it was swollen beyond recognition.
His lips had already been bitten bloody, and his white beard trembled incessantly. His entire body shook uncontrollably as he glared fiercely at Houtu!
This was the first time Yuanshi had ever been slapped in the face!
He had been slapped in front of so many people!
This would become the stain of his entire life!
A humiliation forever carved into him!
"Hmph! Keep a close watch on your Chan Sect's dogs!"
"If anyone from your Chan Sect dares to cause trouble in my Witch Clan again, then dig a hole and prepare to bury yourself!"
Houtu spoke to Yuanshi with murderous fury.
The Witch Clan's numbers were already pitifully low, and now a large number of them had been slaughtered by people from the Chan Sect. How could he tolerate that?
In the past, he had been helplessly unable to do anything for the Witch Clan. But things were different now. He had enough strength to protect them!
Whoever dared touch his Witch Clan would be plucking the whiskers of a tiger and courting death!
Yuanshi's fury took a long time to subside, but as he looked at Houtu's murderous expression, he could do nothing.
If he dared attack Houtu again, he would certainly be acting as though he had lived too long.
He could only forcibly swallow this grievance.
"Houtu, don't act recklessly!"
"Otherwise, even if I have to sacrifice this entire prehistoric land, I won't let you off easily!"
Hongjun stared at Houtu as he spoke, then vanished directly.
Above the void of the Netherworld, the will of the Heavenly Dao could only depart unwillingly as well.
It no longer had any way to suppress the Earthly Dao.
Moreover, it could only watch as the Earthly Dao stood on equal footing with it.
Yuanshi cast Houtu a resentful glance, then fiercely swept his sleeve and returned directly to Kunlun Mountain.
Although Kunlun Mountain had already been flattened, Yuanshi could still use the methods of a Saint to restore it.
Yuanshi first used spiritual power to smooth out the swelling on his face. Then he formed hand seals and directly restored Kunlun Mountain to its original state.
Once he was done, he did not delay for even a moment and went straight into Yuxu Palace.
"Wretched Houtu!"
"In this life, I will fight you until one of us dies!"
Yuanshi roared in fury.
After seeing Kunlun restored to its original state, the disciples of the Chan Sect all returned to their own residences.
At that moment, just as the disciples had sat down, their master's furious and unwilling voice spread throughout the area.
As the voice spread, a terrifying Saintly might spread along with it.
The disciples of the Chan Sect were all shocked.
They had never seen their master lose control like this.
One by one, they hurried far away from Yuxu Palace, afraid that they might be caught in the flames of his fury...
Tongtian was still hidden within space. After everyone had left, he headed directly toward Golden Ao Island.
Houtu still had to spend time stabilizing his cultivation, so it was not suitable for Tongtian to meet him now. He was afraid of being noticed by others.
His alliance with Houtu was not something made public. He definitely could not let the other Saints discover it.
At that moment, Tongtian had already entered Biyou Palace.
He wanted to resume secluded cultivation. He had witnessed the battle between Hongjun and Houtu.
The stronger Houtu became, the better it naturally was for Tongtian.
However, unless it was a critical moment, he could not casually have Houtu help him. He had to keep this trump card in reserve; otherwise, he would have to face Hongjun's pressure now.
Tongtian was still far from being Hongjun's match.
Tongtian pulled his thoughts back and looked at the treasure he had newly acquired in the Violet Palace.
One of them was the Primordial Creation Spring. There were only seven drops, but if he refined them into his body, Tongtian firmly believed that he could raise his cultivation by a minor realm.
One had to understand that even for a Saint, the spiritual power required to advance by a minor realm was astronomical. From this, it was clear how powerful the Creation Spring's effects were!
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