Zhunti: Give Me Some Face? Taiyi: Get Lost! (Please Bookmark and Recommend)

After Dijun captured the Golden Winged Great Peng, he was about to return to the Sun Star when, for some reason, a burst of Daoist Sanskrit chanting suddenly rang out across the starry sky, accompanied by visions of pagodas from countless worlds.

The Sanskrit chants resounded as Buddha's Light Illuminates All. Golden Arhats demonstrated dragons and tigers, compassionate Bodhisattvas saved the people of the world, and jeweled banners and jade pendants formed a thousand-layered knot.

Dijun froze, staring at the strange sight in astonishment.

At this moment, Taiyi had also caught up and stood beside him.

Watching the Buddhist radiance, with heavenly flowers falling chaotically and golden lotuses surging from the earth, a cold sneer crossed his lips.

With such an obvious entrance, Taiyi, who knew the historical trajectories of Primordial Wilderness figures, could identify the newcomer with his eyes closed.

Who else could it be but Quasi-Sage Zhunti, who ran everywhere seeking opportunities for the rise of the West?

Some might have felt that Zhunti had worked hard and diligently, making him the Primordial Wilderness version of an inspirational workplace success story, someone who had made great contributions to the West.

But when the West rose, who would ultimately benefit?

Was it not Zhunti himself?

After all, Zhunti and Jieyin had long regarded the Western Continent as something in their pockets, not to be touched by anyone else.

As the chairman behind the scenes, was it not only natural for him to build up the West's foundation?

"Fellow Daoists, this Golden Winged Great Peng is fated to be with my Western Continent in the future. Could you spare this beast's life for my sake?"

After the phenomenon faded, a Daoist appeared amid the stars. His face was sallow and his body thin; his hair was tied into twin topknots adorned with two flowers, and he held a branch in his hand.

The aura of his cultivation at the peak of the late Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm was fully displayed.

Dijun's entire body instantly tensed as he gripped the Hetu Luoshu tightly.

Holding the Chaos Bell, Taiyi took the initiative to step forward. "You are truly rude. When this beast took advantage of my brother and me having meager magical power, why did you not step forward to stop it?"

"You only appeared after my brother and I joined forces to subdue this fiend?"

"And the first thing you say is that we should release this Golden Winged Great Peng."

"What kind of logic is that?"

The smile on Zhunti's face had already faded as Taiyi spoke.

He glanced at the Chaos Bell in Taiyi's hand, a gleam flashing in his eyes, before returning to an expressionless look. "I will not argue with the likes of you. Just heed my words and release that Golden Peng. There will still be room for reconciliation between me and you brothers."

"Otherwise, when you see me in the future, you will surely be too ashamed to show your faces."

"You Daoist, how arrogant! Do you think that because your cultivation is profound, you can humiliate my brother and me?"

"I will fight you, then settle who wins and who loses."

Dijun had always possessed a flamboyant and domineering temperament. Seeing this Daoist speak so forcefully, act so tyrannically, and use his power to bully others, he immediately flew into a rage. With a wave of the Hetu Luoshu in his hand, it transformed into primordial divine mountains and bore down upon the Daoist.

"A glow from a grain of rice, yet it dares to shine."

"Go."

Glancing at the innate killing formation formed by the Hetu Luoshu, Quasi-Sage Zhunti's expression remained cold as he casually waved the branch in his hand.

It was unknown what the branch was made of. With a light brush from Quasi-Sage Zhunti, Dijun's innate killing formation was swept away, reverting to the form of the Hetu Luoshu.

The Golden Winged Great Peng imprisoned within it was released as well.

"Thank you for lending me a hand, Senior. Golden Peng is endlessly grateful."

The Golden Winged Great Peng had originally been struggling desperately within the internal space of the Hetu Luoshu. Just a moment ago, he had been exhausted from dealing with searing earthfire, freezing water engulfing his body, Mount Tai pressing down upon him, and gale winds flaying his bones. He had suffered beyond measure.

The next moment, his vision suddenly blurred, and he returned to the Primordial Starry Sky.

With a turn of thought, he understood what had happened. Joy appeared on his face, and he hastily kowtowed humbly to Quasi-Sage Zhunti.

"Mm. Go stand aside. Do not let yourself be hurt."

Quasi-Sage Zhunti neither acknowledged nor rejected the Golden Winged Great Peng's gratitude. Still wearing that aloof and indifferent expression, he casually dismissed him.

"Yes."

The Golden Winged Great Peng did not dare utter a single unnecessary word and obediently ran to the side.

"Elder Brother, be careful. This is Quasi-Sage Zhunti's accompanying supreme treasure. Using his own Western Geng Metal Bodhi as its base, he refined gold, silver, lapis lazuli, crystal, giant clamshell, red pearl, and agate—the seven treasures—into it."

"Like the Hetu Luoshu in Elder Brother's hands, it is one of the ten finest innate spirit treasures. It is said to brush away anything and everything. Its full name is the Seven Treasure Wonderful Brush Tree, also known as the Seven Treasure Mystical Tree Staff."

"Unless it is an Innate Supreme Treasure or a meritorious sacred artifact, do not let it come into contact with it. Otherwise, it will be brushed away at once."

Taiyi stepped forward, the Chaos Bell suspended above his head. Strands of Yellow Profound Chaos Energy cascaded down, protecting both himself and Dijun as he transmitted his words in secret.

"Then what should we do?"

After hearing Taiyi's words, Dijun immediately furrowed his brow.

Though he did not know where his Second Brother had obtained this information, Dijun believed that Taiyi would never deceive him.

"Do not panic. It is not a major problem. Quasi-Sage Zhunti would not dare truly do anything to us."

Taiyi knew the history of later generations, so he remained calm as he reassured his Elder Brother, Dijun.

Yet being at another's mercy was something the proud and arrogant Dijun could not endure.

"Elder Brother, while there are green hills, there will always be firewood. We can avenge this grievance later."

Seeing the unusual look on Dijun's face, how could Taiyi not know what was happening? He immediately comforted him.

"Fine. I will listen to you, Brother."

Dijun said with a face full of frustration.

The killing intent in his gaze toward Quasi-Sage Zhunti was utterly undisguised.

Quasi-Sage Zhunti's eyes darkened. Just as he was about to act, he abruptly froze, his face full of disbelief.

He suddenly raised his head and looked toward the chaos of Beyond the Heavens outside the Primordial Starry Sky.

A moment later, Dijun and Taiyi seemed to sense something as well and turned their gazes toward the chaotic Beyond the Heavens outside the Primordial Starry Sky.

Rumble! Rumble!

The Great Dao trembled.

The Heavenly Dao resounded in unison.

A Daoist sound that echoed through the Thirty-Three Heavens

entered the Primordial World from the chaos of Beyond the Heavens.

Like the thunderous sound of Pangu Creates the World, it shook the entire Primordial Wilderness.

Waves of heavenly Daoist music emerged from the void and pierced directly into people's hearts.

Even under the protection of the Chaos Clock, Taiyi could hear it.

This vast, profound, and mysterious heavenly music was filled with the supreme truths of the Great Dao.

It seemed to depict the end of one era and the beginning of another.

Countless blurred images of ancient Primordial Wilderness mountains, seas, and realms flowed forth from this heavenly music, brimming with an ancient aura.

These were the true and unfalse histories and mysteries once evolved by the Great Dao.

After the Primordial Wilderness was opened, they had been faithfully recorded by the newborn Heavenly Dao.

They remained preserved within the most hidden sea of law-source, the core of the Heavenly Dao.

After the baptism of endless time, they had become weathered and fragmented.

Like old photographs buried in dust for many years, they had lost their former brilliance.

Blurred and obscure, they made it impossible to see what they had truly looked like at their birth.

For some unknown reason, the Great Dao now trembled, and in the instant the Heavenly Dao lost control,

they leaked out and transformed into heavenly Daoist music, revealing their true appearance.

They manifested before the world, allowing countless beings to glimpse what they had once been.

Though it was like a comet falling, it still let all living things know that it had once been here.

In that fleeting instant was an inexplicable power that shook the heart.