"You little bitch! Die!"
Chang Xi's face turned cold, and she was about to meet his attack again and give him a vicious beating.
Just then,
a figure appeared at Hu Lu's side without a sound, like a ghost—or as if he had been standing there from the very beginning.
His features were gentle, his gaze calm. It was Chen Tian, who had watched coldly from the sidelines all along, seeming like nothing more than an ordinary Taiyi Realm rogue cultivator.
Now, he held a pitch-black spear wrapped in boundless, baleful aura.
The Heavenly Dao Exotic Treasure—the God-Slaying Spear!
Chen Tian merely flicked his wrist.
He thrust the spear.
Pfft—!
The sound of it piercing flesh was so faint it was almost imperceptible.
The God-Slaying Spear's tip, which seemed capable of annihilating gods and demons, passed through the protective Dao aura Hu Lu had hastily put up without the slightest resistance, driving straight into the core of his Primordial Spirit!
"Gah—!!!"
An indescribable pain and destructive force erupted within his Primordial Spirit!
Hu Lu let out a shriek so horrible it barely sounded human. The violent aura around him abruptly collapsed, like air rushing out of a punctured balloon.
The seven gourd phantoms wailed and shattered, reverting to solid gourds dimmed of their spiritual light and scattering across the ground.
He stared down in disbelief at the black spear tip protruding from his chest, its surface flowing with dark golden Dao blood and fragments of Primordial Spirit light.
Then, with difficulty, he turned to look at the young man, whose expression remained gentle and peaceful.
"Who are you...?"
Chen Tian's wrist trembled, and the God-Slaying Spear erupted with an even more terrifying baleful aura.
"Chen Tian of the Witch Clan."
He said it calmly, then pulled the God-Slaying Spear free.
The light in Hu Lu's eyes faded completely. His Quasi-Saint Dao body began to crumble inch by inch, transforming into the purest Creation spiritual energy and broken Dao runes, returning them to Heaven and Earth.
Only a wisp of system light, carrying an almost imperceptible speck of True Spirit, escaped into the void.
The valley fell silent once more.
All the Great Powers, including Chang Xi, who had been so imposing just moments ago, stared dumbfounded at the reversal that had unfolded in the blink of an eye.
As he watched the Quasi-Saint body slowly crumble away.
At the seven Innate Gourds scattered across the ground.
At the gentle young man holding the baleful God-Slaying Spear, his expression frighteningly calm.
Chen Tian flicked the golden blood from the God-Slaying Spear and put it away.
His gaze swept over those present, lingering briefly on Xuan Qing, whose expression kept changing, and Chang Xi, whose eyes were deep and unreadable.
Finally, he looked at the seven gourds on the ground, each glowing with a different light, and gave a slightly bashful smile.
"Fellow Daoists, now..."
"How should we divide these gourds?"
As he spoke, he stopped concealing his aura and revealed his true cultivation: early-stage Hun Yuan Golden Immortal!
"Ahem. Fellow Daoist, if you like them, please take them."
"Ah, yes, exactly."
Chen Tian had somehow broken through to Hun Yuan Golden Immortal, and he was even holding Luo Hou's God-Slaying Spear.
The Great Powers dared not complain.
The other side clearly had the upper hand. Anyone who dared step forward would surely die.
Seeing that none of the Great Powers objected, Chen Tian walked over to the seven gourds and collected them all into his system space.
Then he looked at Chang Xi and slowly asked, "Do you have any objections, fellow Daoist?"
Of everyone present, only Chang Xi made him feel threatened.
He didn't know how Chang Xi had broken through to Hun Yuan Golden Immortal, either.
But there was little written about the Lunar Goddess in the Prehistoric World, so he hadn't given it much thought.
Besides, he had just helped Chang Xi deal with Hu Lu. She was sure to feel favorably toward him now.
If he could win the favor of the two Lunar Goddesses, Di Jun wouldn't be able to prove the Heavenly Marriage, which would count as a small change to the Witch-Demon Calamity.
Chang Xi gave an awkward smile, having guessed that Chen Tian was probably a Transmigrator like her.
How could she not see what he was after? Every one of them was after her body.
But deep down, she was still a man.
"Then will you give me a gourd?" Chang Xi asked casually.
"Of course." Chen Tian took out the Immortal-Slaying Gourd and tossed it to Chang Xi.
Chang Xi's mouth fell slightly open, but she didn't know what to say. She picked up the Immortal-Slaying Gourd and left, pulling Xi He along with her.
Once they returned to the Lunar Star, she would have to explain things to Xi He.
Chen Tian watched Chang Xi leave, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
The goddesses of the Prehistoric World were indeed easy to charm.
Di Jun was holed up on the Solar Star instead of entering the Prehistoric World, Tai Yi was disliked by the two goddesses, and Qin Yuan was still just a little kid.
By that reckoning, he, Chen Tian, was the only one who could end up with the Lunar Goddesses.
As a Transmigrator, he did feel a little superior. If he came to the Prehistoric World only to fight for supremacy, how would he be any different from the locals?
Chen Tian looked down at the Great Powers, then burst into laughter and left the gorge.
Seeing that they had gained nothing from this trip, the many Great Powers could only sigh and leave one after another.
Meanwhile,
the Creation System had already fled Buzhou Mountain with Hu Lu.
It was at a loss for words over its host. He could have escaped sooner, but instead he insisted on fighting these Great Powers.
If it hadn't feared being detected by Heavenly Dao, why would it have chosen a host and come to the Prehistoric World in the first place?
Now, it had gained nothing and lost the very source energy that could have nurtured a Quasi-Saint.
Forget it. It would leave the Prehistoric World for now and find some fantasy worlds to fleece.
The waters in this Prehistoric World were too deep. After only one lecture, several Hun Yuan Golden Immortals had already appeared.
The Creation System used its power to try to break through the World Barrier, only to discover that the Heavenly Dao's power had sealed it. No matter what it tried, it couldn't escape the Prehistoric World.
What was going on?
The Creation System sensed that something was wrong.
Just then, a figure appeared behind it.
"Two Hun Yuan Great Daos. Not bad, not bad."
Hongjun stroked his beard, looking at the Creation System with a lecherous glint in his eyes.
"Hongjun?!"
The Creation System looked at the old man who had suddenly appeared behind it and instantly understood.
Could this Prehistoric World be a place specially designed to trap and kill systems like them?
"What are you babbling about?"
"Hand it over!"
Hongjun grinned. He bore no trace of the solemn dignity of the "leader of the Mystic Sect, Hongjun formed from a single breath." He looked every bit like a shameless old scoundrel who had spotted a fat sheep.
He spread his hand, his palm seeming to contain an entire, complete Prehistoric World.
Heavenly Dao laws interwove into a net, instantly trapping the cluster of system light as it tried to flee.
"Hongjun! You are the Mystic Gate Dao Ancestor, a Heavenly Dao Sage! How can you resort to such blatant theft? This is not the righteous path!"
The Creation System's orb flashed wildly, trying to pressure him with moral arguments.
"The righteous path? This Poor Daoist is cleansing the Outer Realm Demons and protecting the Prehistoric World's source. That is the greatest righteous path!"
Hongjun continued without pause, unleashing the full force of his Sage power at the ninth heaven of Hun Yuan and beginning to refine the system by brute force.
"Aaah—! I'll fight you!"
Seeing that words were useless, the Creation System burned through its core data streams, trying to self-destruct and at least tear a strip off Hongjun.
"You think you can self-destruct in front of This Poor Daoist?"
The nine Hun Yuan Great Daos within Hongjun revolved, instantly freezing the surrounding Space-Time along with the Creation System's self-destruct sequence.
Clear light glimmered at his fingertips, like the most precise surgical knife, as he began to peel away and analyze the outer structure and scrambled data of the cluster of system light.