Space Law

Everyone had their own motives!

Xuanyuan didn't care.

He looked up at Ancestor Minghe, Old Ancestor Kunpeng, and East Duke. Frowning slightly, he waved a hand, and a powerful surge of Space Law swept out, instantly knocking all three down to the ground.

He didn't want to reveal too much of his strength, but he wasn't about to let the three stand over his head, either. He didn't want to have to crane his neck just to talk to them.

What a pain!

Besides, playing the fool to catch your enemy off guard was fine, but constantly acting weak would only make people think the Witch Clan was feeble and could be pushed around.

Anyone would dare provoke them, and dealing with it would be a hassle.

Showing a little of their strength would also make those with ulterior motives think twice.

Minghe, Kunpeng, and East Duke tumbled to the ground. For a moment, they were both shocked and suspicious.

"Space Law? It really is Space Law?"

"The Witch Clan only cultivates their bodies, not their Nascent Souls. How can they wield Law Power?"

All three looked grave, filled with wariness toward Xuanyuan.

Only after reaching the Daluo Golden Immortal realm could one attempt to comprehend Law Power.

They had only just broken through. Their understanding of the Laws was still vague, and they had yet to begin studying them.

Yet they had never imagined that the Witch Clan brutes they had always overlooked and looked down on had already mastered such powerful Law Power—and one of the most formidable Laws at that: Space Law.

Because Xuanyuan had unexpectedly been reborn in the Primordial World, and had deliberately influenced events, Dijiang and the other Twelve Ancestor Witches had rarely appeared in the Primordial World and had hardly ever fought with anyone.

Even when they had fought a few times against the likes of Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi, they had only displayed their formidable physical strength. They had never used Law Power.

As a result, no one in the entire Primordial World knew, even now, that apart from their powerful bodies, the Ancestor Witches each naturally wielded a Law.

"It was you!"

Ancestor Minghe seemed to realize something. He pointed at Xuanyuan and cried out, "Three thousand years ago, outside Zixiao Palace—that wasn't a test from the Dao Ancestor. You were behind it!"

At Ancestor Minghe's reminder, everyone finally understood.

Even the Sanqing, who had been fighting Dijun and the others, stopped.

One by one, they glared furiously at Xuanyuan.

The Sanqing, in particular, looked at him with even greater hostility.

They had never forgotten how the gates of Zixiao Palace had opened three thousand years ago, only for a surge of Space Law to block their way. They had tried everything, but still couldn't enter.

In the end, they had only gotten inside after the Dao Ancestor spoke. But when they arrived, Xuanyuan and the others had already claimed all six cushions in the hall.

They had ultimately been forced to trade their own Innate Spiritual Treasures for cushions.

They had assumed it was a test from Dao Ancestor Hongjun for his disciples. Now they realized Xuanyuan had been behind it all along.

Jieyin and Zhunti hadn't known about that, but they were just as hostile toward Xuanyuan.

They had also paid with Innate Spiritual Treasures.

And they had paid more than the Sanqing and Nuwa: a full two Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures, only to get one cushion in return.

For the past three thousand years, the two brothers had been squeezed together on a single cushion. It had been unbearably awkward and uncomfortable.

So this whole mess was Xuanyuan's doing.

The Sanqing, Jieyin, and Zhunti ignored Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi and all headed toward Xuanyuan and the others, looking ready to settle the score.

Xuanyuan glanced over at Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi. They were now lying on the ground, their clothes in tatters and their faces swollen and bruised, like a pair of dead dogs.

The River Diagram and Luo Book and the Chaos Bell—two incomparably powerful treasures—had fallen beside them, their light dimmed.

They looked utterly miserable.

"Heh!"

Xuanyuan couldn't help laughing, feeling thoroughly satisfied.

That was what happened when you crossed him. He didn't even need to act himself. Just a few words and a little show, and he could leave them in a real mess.

"Xuanyuan, how dare you laugh?"

Yuanshi glared furiously at Xuanyuan, his eyes full of hostility.

They had just gotten the full story.

Their treasures hadn't been in the hands of those two idiot birds, Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi, at all. Hongjun had indeed helped them get back the River Diagram and Luo Book and the Chaos Bell.

But he hadn't gotten them back for free. He had traded five Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures to Xuanyuan for them.

Add those to the six Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures they had given Xuanyuan for the cushions, and the Taiji Diagram Xuanyuan already owned.

Xuanyuan alone had at least eleven powerful Innate Spiritual Treasures.

No, there was one more. When the Dao Ancestor had lectured, Xuanyuan had brought out a Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Enlightenment Chair, to help the Twelve Ancestor Witches reach enlightenment.

By that count, Xuanyuan had at least twelve powerful Innate Spiritual Treasures.

Twelve!

The Sanqing had been born with extraordinary roots and powerful strength. They had roamed the Primordial World for countless years, yet they had collected fewer Supreme Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures than Xuanyuan had.

It was simply too tempting.

"I'll laugh if I want to!"

Xuanyuan looked at Yuanshi contemptuously. "What, do you think you can tell me whether to laugh or cry?"

Yuanshi's face darkened. He snapped, "Do you want to die?"

"What, you want to fight me?"

Xuanyuan looked at Yuanshi with a grin. "Not that I'm underestimating you, but the Sanqing plus those two bald donkeys, Jieyin and Zhunti—you've had five against two all this time and still haven't completely subdued Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi. Those two birdmen are only so-so. Don't think too highly of yourselves."

"You..."

Yuanshi was so furious he was about to attack Xuanyuan.

"Second Brother, calm down!"

Taiqing Laozi stopped Yuanshi, then looked at Xuanyuan with an even expression. "For the sake of our shared status as Pangu Orthodox, I won't make things difficult for you. Hand over the treasures on you and leave of your own accord."

He didn't want to fight Xuanyuan and the other Ancestor Witches. Whatever else, they were all Pangu Orthodox. If they actually fought, they would only make themselves a laughingstock in front of the others.

Zixiao Palace was, after all, a Sage's sanctuary, and they had already fought Dijun and Donghuang Taiyi.

If they fought the Ancestor Witches as well, they might leave Dao Ancestor Hongjun with a bad impression—that they were aggressive and bullied the weak with their strength.

"What a noble speech. In the end, you still want our treasures, don't you?"

Xuanyuan's smile never faded. Facing the Sanqing and the other Daluo Golden Immortals, he spoke with easy composure. "We didn't steal or rob anything. We earned every treasure with our own abilities. You think you can make us hand them over with a single sentence? Aren't you shameless?"

Taiqing Laozi stroked his beard and smiled as well. "That is not so. The Qiankun Diagram, Taiji Talisman Seal, and Golden Phoenix Hairpin were originally treasures of the Sanqing. You took them through trickery and kept them for three thousand years. Should they not be returned to their rightful owners?"

"Taiqing, my brother's right. You old fraud—you've got no shame! We traded our cushions for the Qiankun Diagram, Taiji Talisman Seal, and Golden Phoenix Hairpin. We both agreed to it. How did you turn that into robbery?"

"And you call yourselves Pangu Orthodox? We're ashamed to be associated with you!"