Chapter 44

The Witch Clan not only showed no signs of stopping, but instead began opening worlds with even greater frenzy.

This made the two Demon Emperors unable to sit still.

What did the Witch Clan mean by this?

They clearly intended to take advantage of the Demon Clan's rest and desperately open several more worlds!

Good heavens, who would have thought that although the Witch Clan looked brutish, they would resort to such tactics?

How could the two Demon Emperors tolerate this?

The Demon Clan and the Witch Clan had always been on the same track.

If they wanted to take first place, they had to crush the other side!

Thus, the two Demon Emperors waved their arms—

No more resting! Give it everything they had!

"Everyone in the Demon Clan, charge!!"

"We absolutely cannot fall behind, much less lose to those reckless brutes of the Witch Clan!"

For a time, countless members of the Demon Clan also gave it their all,

opening worlds without pause.

The two clans chased after each other. If one opened a world today, the other would follow close behind tomorrow and create one as well!

Merit-gold light fell upon the Witch Clan today, then descended upon the Demon Clan tomorrow,

leaving the living beings of the Primordial World dumbfounded.

Good heavens, were these two great overlords actually fighting so fiercely for supremacy?

Seeing that they could not widen their advantage, the Witch Clan grew anxious as well!

They wanted to take first place!

Even more, they wanted to defeat the Demon Clan!

"Of all the people we could lose to, we absolutely cannot lose to the Demon Clan led by those two feathered birds!"

"Brothers and sisters, the time has come. Form the Du Tian Shen Sha Great Formation!"

At Dijiang's command,

the Twelve Ancestor Witches rose together!

Rumble!!

In an instant, vast pressure swept across the Primordial World,

startling billions of living beings and drawing their shocked gazes!

Then, a giant who reached from heaven to earth stood majestically between the worlds!

The Twelve Ancestor Witches joined forces to form the Du Tian Shen Sha Great Formation, summoning a phantom of Pangu.

They immediately began opening worlds with abandon!

The phantom of Pangu swung its great axe. With each strike, a Middle Thousand World appeared.

Axe shadows followed one after another without end.

Countless Middle Thousand Worlds were born in succession.

Seeing this, Di Jun was stunned at first, then flew into a rage.

"Damn it, how can your Witch Clan be so competitive?"

They had actually summoned a phantom of Pangu through the Du Tian Shen Sha Great Formation just to create worlds!

Were the thoughts of your Witch Clan really that different from everyone else's?

Di Jun also hardened his resolve.

"All members of the Demon Clan, heed my order. Raise the Zhou Tian Star Formation!"

At his command, the Demon Court sprang into action.

The Three Hundred and Sixty True Gods, along with Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Demon Emperor Dijun, Fuxi, and the other powerhouses, each took up positions at the formation's cores.

In an instant, power erupted above the Thirty-Three Heavens, shaking the Primordial World.

The living beings of the Primordial World looked up, only to see the stars filling the sky connected together by the Demon Clan.

Starlight shone brilliantly, and power surged like a tide.

Immediately afterward, the Demon Clan, wielding such immense power, also began creating worlds with abandon!

For a time, the two clans became locked in a fierce tug-of-war.

The Witches and demons competed endlessly.

The sight left countless living beings of the Primordial World dumbfounded.

Please, stop competing so fiercely!

Are you going to leave anyone else a way to live?

However, matters were not over yet.

Seeing the Demon Clan catch up once again, the Witch Clan hardened their resolve on the spot.

All their spirit fruits, pills, and treasured Witch Clan reserves were brought out.

No matter how precious the spirit fruit, they swallowed it whole.

Their strength rose sharply.

The phantom of Pangu solidified somewhat as a result.

Their world-creation speed increased even further!

They were clearly determined to keep competing!

On the Demon Clan's side, Di Jun angrily opened the treasury and brought out every treasure that could temporarily raise one's cultivation.

Come on!

Who was afraid of whom?

If your Witch Clan wanted to compete, our Demon Clan would accompany you to the end!

With the two clans competing so fiercely, it was not only the myriad spirits of the Primordial World—even the Saints were moved.

"Fortunately, they still cannot open a Great Thousand World."

In Eight Views Palace, Taiqing gazed at the commotion stirred up by the Witch and Demon Clans and whispered with relief.

According to the way these two clans were competing, if they could truly open a Great Thousand World, then the Saints' leisurely days would probably really be over.

Most of the other Saints secretly felt relieved as well.

In Biyou Palace, Sect Master Tongtian watched the fierce competition between the two clans, deep in thought.

Before long, a dazzling immortal light suddenly rose from Jin'ao Island.

This strange phenomenon immediately drew the attention of the other Saints.

Then, the Saints saw Tongtian summon all the disciples of the Interception Sect and set up the Myriad Immortals Formation.

With the strength of the entire sect, he began opening a Great Thousand World!

That day, the waves of the East Sea surged, and the might of a Saint shook heaven and earth.

Seeing this scene, Primordial Heavenly Lord was completely stunned.

"Tongtian! Enough! Do even Saints have to compete this fiercely?"

Primordial, Nuwa, Taiqing, and the other Saints witnessed the immortal light soaring into the sky above Jin'ao Island and were stunned for a moment.

No one had expected the Interception Sect to suddenly make such a move.

They had just congratulated themselves on the Witch and Demon Clans being unable to open a Great Thousand World and affect them,

only for Tongtian to turn around and deliver them a completely unexpected blow.

He had actually led the disciples of the Interception Sect in activating the Myriad Immortals Formation to open a Great Thousand World.

Could he be planning to trigger a competition among the Saints?

Taiqing, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti were all stunned.

Primordial, in particular, immediately voiced his strong displeasure.

"Tongtian, that's enough. Others may compete if they want, but do even Saints have to join in?"

Since Tongtian had already acted, he had naturally made preparations as well. He explained to the other Saints:

"I truly had no choice. There are so many disciples in my Interception Sect, and their disciples and grand-disciples all need to be supported. It is better for everyone to act together and earn more merit!"

The other Saints' eyelids twitched as they listened.

Everyone understood that Tongtian had made up his mind to use the Myriad Immortals Formation to accelerate the opening of a Great Thousand World.

At this point, the other Saints were helpless.

After all, how others acted was their freedom.

They now had only two choices: remain as they were, or, like Tongtian, throw themselves into this fierce competition.

At the same time, even the disciples of the Chan Sect heard about the Interception Sect's actions.

Upon learning that the disciples of the Interception Sect had set up the Myriad Immortals Formation to open a Great Thousand World, many felt sour inside.

"A bunch of feathered and horned creatures. It is nothing but good luck!"

"So what if they gained merit? Could they really attain enlightenment?"

Some people discussed the matter jealously.

Others spoke even more sharply. For example, Grand Unity True Person, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals, said coldly:

"A bunch of creatures born from wetness and hatched from eggs actually dare to dream of seeking the Dao? It is simply laughable! All you can do is sully the reputation of my Daoist school!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the disciples of the Interception Sect became furious.

"The people from the Chan Sect have gone too far!"

Among the disciples of the Interception Sect, three powerful young women spoke in displeasure.

They were none other than the elite outer disciples of the Interception Sect—the Three Xiao Sisters.

"What is so great about the disciples of the Chan Sect? What gives them the right to look down on our origins?"

In truth, the Chan Sect and the Interception Sect had long been at odds.

The root of this conflict could be traced back to the disagreement in principles between the two Saints when they founded their sects.

At first, this difference was not obvious.

But as time passed, the principles of the two Saints gradually influenced their disciples.

The friction between the disciples also steadily intensified.

Ultimately, it forced the Three Pure Ones to split up.

After the split, the conflict between the two sects seemed to ease on the surface.

But in reality, it had merely remained hidden. It had never been resolved and instead grew increasingly fierce.

The hostility between the disciples of the two sects also deepened.

At this moment, that hostility finally erupted completely.

Seeing that the disciples of the Chan Sect and the Interception Sect were all rubbing their fists, apparently about to fight,

Tongtian hurriedly intervened and held back his agitated disciples.

"Do not fight. Opening worlds is the priority right now. Put other grudges aside for the time being."

After hearing this, the disciples of the Interception Sect were still indignant, but they understood what mattered most.

Besides, after opening worlds, gaining merit, and increasing their strength, it would not be too late to teach those Chan Sect disciples a lesson.

Thus, they answered one after another, "Yes, Master."

On Primordial's side, he also held back his disciples.

He had come to understand the situation.

The Interception Sect was already fighting so desperately. He could no longer act as freely as before.

The Chan Sect had to change as well.

After all, all the disciples of his Chan Sect were elites. How could they lose to the "demons and monsters" under Tongtian?

However, Primordial soon sighed.

There was nothing he could do. He truly had fewer people than the Interception Sect...

At Shouyang Mountain, in Eight Views Palace,

Taiqing Laozi gazed deeply at his two disciples—Xuandu and Du'e.

The two disciples exchanged a glance and helplessly spread their hands.

"Master, please stop counting on us. Your disciples truly cannot do it."

Inside Wa Huang Palace,

Nuwa looked at her mount, Jin Ning, and her child attendant, Lingzhuzi, and fell silent for a moment.

In the end, she could only let out a soft sigh.

Forget it. She would just work hard quietly by herself.

In the Western Lands,

the two Saints, Jieyin and Zhunti, quickly summoned all the disciples of the Western Teachings, as well as all the living beings in the West, attempting to pour the strength of the entire West into seizing the initiative in this contest.

Thus, a competition that swept across the Primordial World began—from the lofty Saints to the myriad races and living beings of the world, no one escaped being drawn in.

Under this frenzied competition, the Primordial World changed almost by the day.

Every moment, new worlds were being opened.

The void was filled with Great Thousand Worlds, Middle Thousand Worlds, and Minor Worlds, layered upon one another like stars.

Merit-gold light fell like rain, cluster after cluster, spreading across the Primordial World.

All living beings were burning with enthusiasm, immersed in the great undertaking of creating worlds.

Within Wuji Heaven, Lu Changsheng gazed at the scene outside, practically beaming.

Seeing merit continually descend from heaven, each portion represented a reduction in his own merit—just thinking about it filled his heart with indescribable satisfaction.

This plan had indeed worked. He could not help feeling pleased with himself: I really am a genius. It seems that squandering those hundred trillion merits is now within reach.

For a time, heroic fervor surged through Lu Changsheng's chest.

Just then, Ancestor Shenmu entered the hall and respectfully knelt to report:

"Saint Changsheng, a living being from the Primordial World is waiting outside to see you. He claims his name is Kong Xuan."

"I wonder whether the Saint would be willing to receive him?"

Lu Changsheng's expression shifted slightly at those words.

He naturally knew of Kong Xuan's name. During the Investiture of the Gods, he had been hailed as the foremost beneath the Saints, with his Five-Colored Divine Light proving invincible wherever it went.

As Yuanfeng's son, he possessed noble blood and extraordinary talent.

Why had he come? Lu Changsheng felt somewhat curious, but he was not wary in the slightest. After a moment's thought, he ordered Ancestor Shenmu to bring him in.

Before long, a handsome man dressed in a five-colored daoist robe entered the hall and knelt in greeting:

"Kong Xuan pays his respects to Saint Changsheng! The Saint's noble character and concern for all living beings are deeply admirable. Kong Xuan is filled with respect."

The praise pleased Lu Changsheng, but he quickly composed himself and carefully examined Kong Xuan.

At this time, Kong Xuan's cultivation was only at the early-stage Quasi-Saint realm, which seemed inconsistent with the illustrious achievements recorded in later legends.

However, Lu Changsheng knew that it was still early. By the era of the Investiture of the Gods, Kong Xuan might already have reached the Quasi-Saint pinnacle.

After pondering for a moment, Lu Changsheng asked directly:

"Why have you come to see me?"

Kong Xuan raised his head. Seeing that Lu Changsheng had none of a Saint's airs, he could not help but feel a glimmer of hope. He then said:

"To be frank, Kong Xuan has come precisely to ask Saint Changsheng for help!"

Lu Changsheng smiled. "Oh? Tell me about it."

Kong Xuan immediately explained, "The Saint should know that I am Yuanfeng's only son.

"I have come in the hope that the Saint will intervene and help my Phoenix Clan escape its predicament!"