After Tai Yi and East Prince Gong left, the Great Powers finally escaped the tense atmosphere.
It was terrifying.
The gap between a Quasi-Saint and a Great Luo could not be measured by numbers.
"So this is what a Quasi-Saint is like..." Li Shou murmured.
He had gained a lot from this sermon. His Grand Unity Perfection cultivation was now fully consolidated, but he had no clue how to break through to Quasi-Saint.
The Three Pure Ones stood nearby.
Although they had the foundation to break through to Quasi-Saint, they lacked suitable Lingbao.
Only Laozi could manage to sever one corpse with the help of a postcelestial merit treasure.
Li Shou still wanted to try proving the Dao through strength.
At the very least, he was a Transmigrator. He couldn't let the rest of the transmigrators down.
"I've sensed my opportunity to sever a corpse. Let's head back," Laozi said, looking at the other three.
The Four Pure Ones exchanged glances, then set off for Kunlun Mountain.
Xuan Qing watched them leave, his gaze distant.
He'd been planning to take advantage of Laozi's corpse-severing to strike.
"Sever!" Xuan Qing didn't hesitate any longer and severed his Good Corpse as well.
Another one?
Three Quasi-Saints had appeared at once. What was going on today? Were Quasi-Saints that common now?
When Jieyin and Zhunti saw Xuan Qing sever his corpse, they immediately turned into golden light and fled without a second thought.
Xuan Qing glanced at them coolly but didn't attack.
His enemies were the Witch Clan for now. He'd let those two baldies live a while longer.
Xuan Qing raised the Green Lotus Sword, then held the lotus leaf beneath his nose and sniffed it.
Ah, it smelled like his wife.
Then he transformed into a streak of azure light and vanished.
The others in Zixiao Palace scattered as well.
This sermon had truly shocked them. First, Randeng had acknowledged a father, then an Immortal Head had been appointed.
And now... three more Quasi-Saints had appeared at once.
Some sharp-eyed Great Powers had already sensed something was off. Once they'd heard the third sermon, they would obediently go into seclusion.
After Tai Yi returned to the Prehistoric World, he planned to make preparations to establish the Demon Clan and the Demon Court.
It was a great way to earn merit.
After a Quasi-Saint severed one corpse, he could cultivate unhindered all the way to Perfected Quasi-Saint.
But among cultivators at the same realm, the more corpses they severed, the stronger they became.
To sever the Three Corpses and become a Saint, one had to sever all three and then merge them into one.
Just as Tai Yi was about to announce the founding of the Demon Clan, a resounding voice rang out from the East Sea, echoing across the Prehistoric World:
"Heavenly Dao above, I, East Prince Gong, Head of Male Immortals, act in accordance with Heaven's mandate and establish the Immortal Clan. All who cultivate the Immortal Dao shall belong to the Immortal Clan! The Immortal Clan is established!"
"The Prehistoric World is without order. By the command of the Mystic Gate Dao Ancestor, I shall govern it. Today, I establish the Immortal Court. I shall be the Immortal Emperor of the Prehistoric World, and all members of the Immortal Clan shall join my Immortal Court! The Immortal Court is established!"
At Penglai in the East Sea, East Prince Gong finished his oath to Heaven, brimming with confidence.
The dozen or so rogue Great Luos standing beside him hurried to offer their congratulations.
As the Dao Ancestor's appointed Head of Male Immortals, and now a Quasi-Saint, he had managed to win over quite a few people who joined his faction.
As a Transmigrator, snatching merit from the Heavenly Dao was standard practice.
Since Tai Yi had crossed him, East Prince Gong naturally intended to target him.
He'd already learned that this Prehistoric World differed somewhat from the stories he'd read.
There were three Golden Crows on the Solar Star, and Pangu's Primordial Spirit and blood essence had divided into the Four Pure Ones and the Thirteen Ancestral Witches.
But so what?
He was the future Ruler of Heaven and Earth, the lord of the Immortal Court! These natives were nothing. Once he attained the Primordial Realm, even Hongjun would have to serve him tea.
His declaration had included all living beings in the Prehistoric World—except the Witch Clan—in the Immortal Clan.
That included Hongjun...
Seated in Zixiao Palace, Hongjun casually severed his karmic ties with the Immortal Clan.
East Prince Gong was truly bold, daring to include every cultivator of the Immortal Dao in the Immortal Clan.
Hongjun then glanced at "True Randeng" and "True East Prince Gong," who were still in standby mode in Zixiao Palace, and shook his head helplessly.
Once these Transmigrators had made enough trouble, the Heavenly Dao would naturally deal with them.
That would be when the two returned to the Prehistoric World.
As for the bad reputations these Transmigrators left behind...
Ahem, this Dao Ancestor wasn't responsible for compensation!
In the void of the Heavenly Dao,
Zhang Hao was still manifesting Innate Spiritual Treasures.
After finishing the Innate Gourd Vine, he had moved on to manifesting other treasures.
Sensing East Prince Gong's oath to Heaven, he understood what had happened.
Establishing the Immortal Clan and the Immortal Court?
It wouldn't affect the grand scheme.
Granted!
Zhang Hao drew down a huge mass of Heavenly Dao merit and tossed it straight to East Prince Gong at Penglai in the East Sea.
The sheer amount of merit made Tai Yi's face flush red.
A young man's blush was worth more than any confession.
That should have been his merit! East Prince Gong, damn you!
Tai Yi was so furious that his Three Corpses jumped, but there was nothing he could do. East Prince Gong had founded the Immortal Clan, so Hongjun must have put him up to it.
Could his identity as a Transmigrator have been exposed?
Just as Tai Yi fell into self-doubt, his system hurriedly sprang into action, activating its stupidity aura to the fullest.
Tai Yi jolted and forgot what he'd been about to do.
As for East Prince Gong,
after receiving that enormous mass of merit, he severed another corpse, casting out his Obsession Corpse.
Now that he had severed two corpses, Tai Yi, a Quasi-Saint at the early stage, was no match for him.
"Hahaha!" After East Prince Gong severed his corpse, the system rewarded him handsomely once more.
Now, who in this Prehistoric World could beat him?
The next moment,
another voice rang out. It wasn't Tai Yi's, but Minghe's.
"Heavenly Dao above, I am Minghe of the Netherworld Sea of Blood. Seeing the chaos in the Prehistoric World, I wish to establish the Nether Clan!"
"All beings born from the Netherworld Sea of Blood shall belong to the Nether Clan. The Nether Clan is established!"
As the Prehistoric World's "master of copy and paste," Minghe followed East Prince Gong's lead without hesitation, though he received only a pitiful amount of merit.
Even the tiniest morsel was still meat. He didn't mind.
Tai Yi nearly spat blood when he heard this.
No, he had to establish the Demon Clan right away, or he wouldn't even get scraps!
"Heavenly Dao above, I, Tai Yi, see the myriad races of the Prehistoric World standing divided in chaos. I wish to establish the Demon Clan."
"All flying beasts, walking beasts, plants, insects, and fish may belong to the Demon Clan. May the Heavenly Dao bear witness."
"The Demon Clan is established!"
After Tai Yi finished, another mass of merit descended, but it was even smaller than Minghe's.
He gritted his teeth in fury, wishing he could storm Penglai in the East Sea and attack.
"Heavenly Dao above, I, Tai Yi, establish the Demon Court today. All members of the Demon Clan may join. I shall be the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Court. May the Heavenly Dao bear witness."
After receiving two tiny masses of merit, Tai Yi collected himself and decided to devote himself wholeheartedly to the system's task.
Once the Demon Court was established, he could bring over the female immortals he'd met by chance. He'd cultivate with them day and night—then would he still have to fear losing to that native, East Prince Gong?
And Minghe, you'd better watch out too!