Hongjun Becomes a Saint, The Great Formation of the Myriad Heavens

Fifty Yuan Hui of sitting in seclusion and tempering was, for the Great Powers of the Primordial World, perhaps just the snap of a finger. But for Di Jiang, this was the crucial period where he thoroughly integrated the Soul Tempering Chapter of the Sea of Blood God Refining Art, forging his Primordial Spirit into something as firm as a rock, unafraid of malevolent energy!

When Di Jiang opened his eyes again, not only did the depths of time and space flow within his gaze, but there was also a newfound composure and sharpness that came from enduring myriad trials.

Di Jiang's divine sense turned inward. He saw his Primordial Spirit radiating a clear, brilliant light. The brilliance that would have violently fluctuated under the impact of malevolent energy now stood as steady as a rock. Its surface even seemed to shimmer with a layer of dark red malevolent energy luster, a sign that the Primordial Spirit had already refined a portion of the malevolent energy and turned it to his own use!

"Primordial Spirit tempering is complete! Malevolent energy can no longer shake me in the slightest!" A surge of heroism welled up in Di Jiang's heart. It was time to try setting up the Great Formation of the Myriad Heavens again!

Di Jiang rose to his full height, his blood surging. The intent to ignite the Pangu bloodline had already arisen. He prepared to stand by the Sea of Blood and truly summon that majestic figure who had created heaven and earth!

However, at this very moment—BOOM!!!

An indescribable, boundless, terrifying pressure, as if representing the will of the entire Primordial World, swept in from beyond the Thirty-Third Heaven without any warning! This pressure was not directed at any individual but indiscriminately enveloped the entire Primordial World. All living beings, regardless of their cultivation level or location, trembled and felt awe under this pressure!

The power of the Heavenly Dao was stirred. Purple qi came from the east, golden lotuses emerged from the ground, and ethereal immortal music drifted through the air! A voice, distant and lofty, yet clearly penetrating the consciousness of all beings in the Primordial World, resounded:

"High I recline in the ninth cloud, on a cushion, I understand the true Dao. Beyond the Xuanhuang of heaven and earth, I shall be the honored sect leader. The foremost leader of the Xuanmen, transforming into Hongjun with a single breath."

"I am Hongjun. Today, I have attained enlightenment and become a Saint. I shall lecture on the Great Dao in the Purple Heaven Palace beyond the Thirty-Third Heaven. Those who are fated may come and listen!"

Hongjun, had become a Saint! The pressure of a Saint, mixed with the power of the Heavenly Dao, descended like billions of mountains! The first to bear the brunt were all the Great Powers in the Primordial World who had reached a certain level!

Di Jiang felt a force that he absolutely could not resist acting upon his physical body and Primordial Spirit, as if trying to forcibly press him to the ground to show submission to the one who had become a Saint! Di Jiang's knees bent slightly uncontrollably, and his Ancestral Witch True Body emitted a groaning sound of being unable to bear the burden!

"Outrageous!"

Di Jiang roared in his heart. An unparalleled pride and unyielding spirit, originating from the Pangu bloodline, instantly erupted! I am Pangu's True Lineage. Pangu is gone; I will not kneel to anyone in this life!

The dignity of an Ancestral Witch, the pride of Pangu, made Di Jiang hold on firmly. His blood surged, and the laws of time, space, and the Five Elements spontaneously activated, forming distorted barriers around his body, attempting to counteract the pervasive saintly might.

But the gap in realms was simply too vast. "All below Saints are ants" was not an empty saying! His resistance was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. His body was still being bent little by little, and his Primordial Spirit felt waves of dizziness and insignificance before that grand will of the Heavenly Dao!

In desperation, at the brink of life and death, a flash of inspiration struck Di Jiang's mind! Only the Pangu True Body could resist this saintly might of the Heavenly Dao!

"Now is the time! Great Formation of the Myriad Heavens—Rise!!"

Di Jiang no longer held back anything, nor did he care about perfection or potential risks! He seized the moment when his Primordial Spirit was at its strongest after tempering, and when the Pangu will ignited by the saintly might in his bloodline was at its most fervent!

RUMBLE! Di Jiang fully ignited the Pangu bloodline within him, which had integrated the origins of the Twelve Ancestral Witches! At the same time, the monstrous malevolent energy accumulated in the Nether Sea of Blood over countless Yuan Hui seemed to find an outlet. With unprecedented madness, it transformed into streams of dark red torrents, roaring and surging into Di Jiang's body!

This time, as the malevolent energy entered his body, his physical form remained as stable as a mountain! When the malevolent energy touched his thousand-times-tempered Primordial Spirit, the clear light of the Primordial Spirit surged. Although it was still painful, he could endure it. The Body Tempering Art actively guided and harmonized the malevolent energy, causing it to resonate perfectly with the Pangu bloodline!

Centering on Di Jiang, endless malevolent energy and brilliant vital energy intertwined. Behind him, the phantom of a giant, whose grandeur and majesty could not be described in words, transformed from illusion to reality, rapidly condensing!

The phantom's face could not be seen clearly, but its outline, its aura, and the ultimate essence of power contained within its Dao rhythm were precisely the Pangu True Body!

Although it was merely a relatively blurry phantom, far from its complete form, the moment it appeared, a supreme will of creating heaven and earth and stabilizing the Primordial World boomed and spread!

Under the shroud of this Pangu True Body phantom, the saintly pressure and Heavenly Dao power that had been acting upon Di Jiang, almost crushing him, seemed to encounter an invisible barrier and were greatly weakened!

Di Jiang immediately felt a lightness in his body. The suffocating pressure vanished abruptly! He straightened his spine, standing proudly above the Sea of Blood, sheltered by the Pangu phantom. He looked up at the sky, his gaze piercing through the endless void, and a feeling of exhilaration surged within him!

"Hahaha, it worked! Indeed, the Primordial World still comes down to strength!"

Boundless joy flooded Di Jiang's heart. He had not only successfully summoned the nascent form of the Great Formation of the Myriad Heavens but had also, under the coercion of the saintly pressure, used the Pangu True Body to forcefully withstand the might of a Saint!

Pangu's aura, centered on the Sea of Blood, spread out with a boom. Its fundamental sublimity even vaguely surpassed the Heavenly Dao!

However, the Primordial World at this moment was completely enveloped by the vast heavenly might of Hongjun's sainthood. All things bowed, and all beings trembled. The Pangu True Body summoned by Di Jiang was, after all, only a nascent form. With his cultivation as a Primordial Golden Immortal, the Pangu will and power he could summon were like a firefly compared to the bright moon when compared to the true Pangu.

Therefore, this Pangu aura, which should have shaken the Primordial World, was, the moment it rushed out of the Nether Sea of Blood, fiercely suppressed and enveloped by the ubiquitous saintly pressure representing the current order of the entire Primordial World. It was like a stone thrown into the sea; although it stirred ripples, it failed to create a huge wave, and its influence was strictly confined to the Sea of Blood and its extremely limited surrounding area.

The Three Pure Ones, who were resisting the saintly might on Kunlun Mountain at this time, although they felt something in their hearts and vaguely sensed an ancient and noble aura flash by in the west, seemingly the aura of the Father God, were themselves in dire straits, fully resisting the saintly pressure sweeping across heaven and earth. They had no time or ability to carefully investigate the fleeting anomaly, dismissing it as the special nature of the Sea of Blood itself or their own illusion.

Meanwhile, deep within the Sea of Blood, Minghe, who had just broken through to the late stage of Golden Immortal thanks to Di Jiang's comprehension of the laws, had not yet had time to consolidate his cultivation and enjoy the joy of his breakthrough. He was severely struck to the ground by this sudden saintly pressure. His Primordial Spirit vibrated, his blood churned, and he was in an even worse state than before his breakthrough!

"Saint! Is this the might of a Saint?" Minghe was horrified. In the face of this power, he felt smaller than the wandering souls floating in the Sea of Blood. He operated his cultivation technique with all his might. The Abi and Yuantu swords hummed within his body, and the phantom of the Karma Fire Red Lotus protected him, yet he was still unable to completely counteract the pervasive oppressive feeling. His body trembled uncontrollably, almost forcing him to prostrate himself.

At this critical moment, he suddenly saw the Pangu True Body above the Sea of Blood. Driven by instinct, Minghe no longer cared about his dignity. He transformed into a stream of blood-red light and, with all his strength, rushed towards Di Jiang's location, which was also the direction enveloped by the Pangu True Body phantom!

Minghe broke through layers of blood waves and saw Di Jiang standing under the Pangu phantom, his face solemn but incredibly relaxed. He was deeply shocked. He dared not disturb him, merely silently and with great difficulty moved behind Di Jiang, entering the edge of the Pangu phantom's aura's protection.

As expected, upon entering this range, the suffocating saintly might was greatly reduced! Although he could still feel the pressure, it was no longer unbearable, nor did it force him to kneel.

Minghe gasped for breath, looking at Di Jiang's back with gratitude and deep reverence. Di Jiang naturally noticed Minghe's arrival but did not drive him away, tacitly allowing the young man to take refuge.

At the same time, beyond the Thirty-Third Heaven, in the chaos, within the newly formed Purple Heaven Palace. Hongjun, seated on a cloud bed, his eyes seemingly containing the infinite profundities of the Heavenly Dao, calmly gazed at the Primordial World. Naturally, he saw the Pangu phantom on the shore of the Sea of Blood stubbornly resisting his saintly might, as well as Di Jiang and Minghe beneath the phantom.

His gaze lingered on the Pangu phantom for a moment, and a barely perceptible ripple stirred in his tranquil heart.

"A descendant of Pangu, indeed extraordinary. Though he only has its form and not its spirit, and his power is less than one ten-billionth of Pangu's true body, he can borrow its strength to resist the Heavenly Dao's saintly might at the Primordial Golden Immortal realm..."

Hongjun evaluated calmly in his heart. He saw Di Jiang's potential, and he also saw the Pangu karma carried within that bloodline, which even the Heavenly Dao had to treat with caution.

"Forget it."

Hongjun withdrew his gaze and paid no further attention. He was the first Saint of the Primordial World, the ancestor of the Xuanmen. As he was about to enlighten the Primordial World, he possessed his own magnanimity and vision. Forcing a descendant of Pangu to kneel and submit was meaningless to him; on the contrary, it might involve too much karma, making the gain not worth the loss.

The Primordial World's connection with Pangu was too deep. Even he was unwilling to easily stir this karma.

Moreover, "all below Saints are ants" was not an empty saying. Di Jiang's ability to resist the pressure with the formation at this moment was, after all, borrowing strength. His own cultivation, in his eyes, was no different from other Great Powers in the Primordial World. Since there was no threat and it involved significant karma, there was no need to pursue it.

"Each has their own destiny, each cultivates their own way."

Hongjun silently closed his eyes. The Dao rhythm around him, the Purple Heaven Palace, the vast chaos, and the newborn Heavenly Dao gradually merged into one, and he continued his journey of enlightenment. The saintly pressure sweeping across the Primordial World, with a single thought from him, slowly receded like a tide, finally dissipating into nothingness.

The Primordial World returned to peace. But all the Great Powers who had experienced this event knew in their hearts that a new era—the Era of Saints—had arrived!