The Dao Rose One Foot, the Devil Rose Ten

Nuwa's voice rang out softly from the Sky Vault, as if she were murmuring, and she looked at Houtu with a smile.

In fact, Nuwa had guessed Houtu's thoughts from the Houtu came to the Purple Mansion.

On the surface, he was kindly informing the Donghua Witch Clan about their participation in the war, but in reality, he wanted to win over the Heart of the Purple Mansion.

Regardless of who wins the war, Houtu will have multiple options Houtu.

The Witch Clan has won; she can use this connection to win over everyone in the Purple Mansion.

Since Purple Mansion won, she became the mediator between the two sides, using her influence as a messenger to offset the impact of the Witch Clan's participation in the war.

But she never expected that Donghua could be so ruthless, ignoring the Ancestor Witch who came to the East Sea and instead adopting a strategy of exchanging homes.

This caused one of her plans to completely fail.

Yes, it's part of the plan!

Houtu's biggest plan was to use the deathly aura permeating the battlefield to fill the Netherworld Earth Realm, strengthen her cultivation path, and break through to the Peak Quasi-Saint.

Since the last battle with the Lich King, Nuwa had personally visited the Netherworld Earth Realm, witnessed that wondrous world, and gained a general understanding of what kind of path it was.

Because her idea was actually similar to Houtu's, except that she wanted to use this war to practice the Creation Great Dao, revive all living beings, and thus break through her limits to achieve the Peak Quasi-Saint.

The evolution of the Creation Great Dao can only be this battle. Even if other wars were successfully evolved, she had no confidence that she would survive the divine punishment.

Only by including Purple Mansion and Donghua in the calculation, along with her personal disciple, might Dao Ancestor Hongjun be able to show leniency. Otherwise, no matter who does such a thing that goes against the workings of heaven and earth, they will not escape divine punishment.

So, she succeeded!

Houtu looked at Nuwa with a gloomy expression and said, "Empress, you are truly cunning. When it comes to scheming, no one in the Primordial Wilderness can compare to you. I admire you, I admire you."

At this moment, Houtu no longer addressed Nuwa as "sister," and her eyes were filled with resentment.

Nuwa smiled, as if she wanted to say something, but Fuxi grabbed her arm and shook his head.

He really didn't want his sister to say anything more. Since they had already gained the biggest advantage, they should keep a low profile, otherwise it would be too easy for them to be hated.

Didn't you see the fire practically spitting from Donghua Dijiang's eyes right now?

Yes, it was fire-breathing. Nuwa succeeded, but Donghua was unhappy. To put it simply, he felt very frustrated, angry, and resentful.

The war has progressed to this point, and both the Purple Mansion and the demon race have suffered heavy losses. Don't be fooled by the fact that Nuwa resurrected them all.

However, their bodies are formed from the power of creation, so their future achievements are limited. Whether they can break through to the Grand Unity is a question, unless they have a great opportunity.

However, this debt of gratitude and karma is very real; it is something that Donghua and Purple Mansion owe to Nuwa, and Purple Mansion will need to repay it in the future.

How could he accept this!

How could he possibly feel good about this!

What shocked him most was that someone had died in the war, and this person's death was the one Donghua had never expected: Yaochi.

Her identity was too special, and her death was too tragic. Not to mention Haotian, even Donghua found it hard to accept. He didn't know how to explain it to the Dao Ancestor.

Don't be fooled by that old man's kind appearance; he's actually the most protective and petty person. Don't be fooled by the fact that he has no enemies in the Primordial Wilderness; it's because all his enemies are dead. As for how they died, you'll understand once you think about it.

After Attain Sainthood, there were no enemies, let alone anyone worthy of being their opponent.

So the final result of this war was that the Purple Mansion, the Demon Clan, and the Witch Clan fought for so long, only to have it all benefit these two, and the Purple Mansion and the Demon Clan even owed them a huge favor.

In the future, throughout the Primordial Wilderness, whoever sees her must call her Houtu the Great Virtue, Nuwa the Merciful One.

Donghua slowly looked at Nuwa and Houtu, his eyes filled with complex emotions and deep displeasure. He had been planning this war for so long, it could be said that it began the moment he was reborn.

However, all of Yuan Hui's plans were ultimately used by others to achieve their own ends!

At this moment, Donghua felt no gratitude towards them, only displeasure; he wanted to stab them twice.

Jealousy and anger spread throughout his body, taking over all his thoughts. He was consumed by a single thought: to kill everyone here, regardless of whether they were liches.

And a voice echoed in her mind, "Hate? Jealousy? Resentment? Then succumb! Accept my power, let the Devil Dao path rule the world, and on the day the demons descend upon the land, you will be the Demon Lord."

"Brother Dao, the battle is over. We don't need to lift a finger."

Zhen Yuanzi laughed and looked at the battlefield. He was fairly satisfied with the situation, considering that there were casualties on all sides, but after careful consideration, it was still within an acceptable range.

As for how to deal with Di Jun and Taiyi, that can be discussed at the table. In any case, there will only be one outcome: the demon race should withdraw from the Heavenly Court, unless Nuwa intends to Heavenly Emperor Position.

At this moment, Hong Yun showed no surprise or joy, her gaze fixed solemnly on the battlefield, as if there was something she didn't understand.

Zhen Yuanzi turned around and saw this, and asked in confusion, "Brother Dao, do you still have questions?"

Hong Yun nodded and said, "Logically speaking, once the great battle ends, Donghua's tribulation should also end. However, the Primordial Violet Qi is still attached to my primordial spirit and cannot be extracted, which means that Donghua's tribulation is not over yet."

"But now that the war is indeed over, I cannot understand or comprehend what calamity occurred, or perhaps Donghua was not chosen by the Primordial Violet Qi?"

Hong Yun shook her head again, saying, "No, no, Donghua is indeed that person, so his tribulation is not over yet. There is one last wave, and perhaps this is the most difficult one. It all depends on whether he can overcome it!"

Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi exclaimed in surprise, "Another wave? How is that possible? Now that Di Jun and Taiyi are crippled, the Witch Clan can no longer intervene. I can't imagine what other calamity might befall us."

Hong Yun pondered for a long time, looked at the scene, and slowly said, "Since the beginning of the Primordial World, the tribulations have been nothing more than the three tribulations of Heaven Earth and Man."

"The Heavenly Tribulation was supposed to befall the Demon Race, but it has been overcome; the Earthly Tribulation was supposed to befall the Witch Clan, but it has also been overcome. That leaves only the Human Tribulation!"

Zhen Yuanzi asked in confusion, "Human Tribulation? Who would be affected by it?"

"I don't know, I don't understand it either!"

Hong Yun shook her head, her gaze returning to the battlefield.

On Kunlun Mountain, the Taishang watched the events unfolding in the East Sea with a dazed look in his eyes. The Innate Supreme Treasure, the Taiji Diagram, appeared, with a Golden Bridge spanning heaven and earth, Yin Yang Two Energies continuously evolving.

The chaotic secrets of Heavenly Secret became clearer, and Taishang immediately began to calculate. However, as the calculations deepened, beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead.

Suddenly, a powerful force struck, instantly shattering the Golden Bridge and sending the Taiji Diagram flying back.

Unable to withstand the backlash, Taishang spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Demon Ancestor Luohu!"

"How is this possible? Didn't the teacher say he couldn't make a move?"

Taishang, looking like a madman, gazed at the battlefield above the East Sea, his eyes finally settling on Donghua.

It was as if I suddenly understood something.

But just as he thought of this, he remembered Yuanshi going to the Purple Mansion, and Yuanshi cultivating the Devil Dao Yuanshi.

"Oh no! Second Brother is in danger!"

Taishang finished speaking, he rolled up the Taiji Diagram and instantly flew towards the Purple Mansion in the East Sea.

Above the Blood Sea, Demon Ancestor Luohu looked at the scene above the East Sea with a slight smile in his eyes.

"Donghua, Di Jun, Taiyi, Yuanshi!"

"Hongjun, the world of demons will eventually descend, and no one can stop it. This is the will of Heavenly Dao, and the permission of the Great Dao."

"The immortals are one foot tall, but the demons are ten feet tall!"

"The righteous path may be one foot high, but the evil path will be ten feet high!"

"The Demon Has Descended Upon the World!"

"Hahaha..."

Luohu's laughter echoed throughout the Blood Sea, causing it to churn and Minghe Blood Sea, who was genuinely afraid of this madman.

Yes, he's a madman!

Minghe had witnessed Luohu's actions firsthand over the past few days, and each and every one of them terrified him so much that he dared not breathe.

They were terrified that this capricious guy would burst in and tear them to pieces.

Others might worry about destroying the karma and cause and effect of the Blood Sea, but this guy is absolutely not afraid. He's a Demonic Head who dares to reenact the cycle of Earth Fire Water Wind. There's nothing Luohu wouldn't dare to do.

But the next moment, a figure appeared above the Blood Sea; it was none other than Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

"Fellow Daoist Luohu, how have you been?"

Luohu glanced at Hongjun but didn't say anything; he now loathed being around Hongjun.

Because he can't beat them!

Hongjun chuckled and said, "Minghe, I remember there is a spiritual root in the Blood Sea, and its fruit is quite delicious. Bring it up for me and Fellow Luohu Rahu to try."

When Minghe saw Hongjun arrive, his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally calmed down, and he left the Blood Sea.

"Greetings, Master! Greetings, Demon Ancestor!"

After Minghe finished speaking, he waved his hand, and a transparent table appeared above the Blood Sea, which was filled with Spirit Fruit and wines.

"Master, Demon Ancestor, these are blood grapes from the Blood Sea, and also grape spirit wine brewed by your disciple. Please, Master and Demon Ancestor, enjoy them."

After finishing his speech, Minghe stood respectfully behind Hongjun, showing none of the demeanor of the Lord of the Blood Sea or the Lord of Slaughter, resembling more of a Daoist disciple.

Hongjun ate a blood grape, drank a cup of wine, and slowly said, "Hmm, not bad, it tastes just like before, exactly the same. Fellow Daoist Luohu Hou can also try some. Do you remember when we first came to the Blood Sea?"

Luohu picked up a blood grape and ate it, then drank a cup of wine, and said, "I remember, wasn't that the black mosquito? We killed it together back then, it was really extremely troublesome."

Hongjun smiled and looked at the illusory screen, which was the Purple Mansion of the East Sea.

Upon seeing this, Luohu sneered and said, "You haven't changed at all. You're just as shameless as before. Although you've merged with the Dao, you lack any sense of fairness and justice in the Heavenly Dao, openly favoring your own disciples."

Hongjun laughed heartily, then said, "Fairness and justice belong to the Heavenly Dao, not to me, Hongjun. The Heavenly Dao belongs to Hongjun, but Hongjun does not follow the Heavenly Dao."

"Isn't it clear enough? I'm not even part of the Heavenly Dao, so why should I demand fairness and impartiality?"

"Besides, one of them is my disciple, and the other is the Head of Male Immortals personally appointed by me. If I don't help them, who else should I help?"

Luohu snorted coldly, "Hmph? The Head of Male Immortals? Soon he will be the master of my Devil Dao!"

Hongjun smiled without saying a word, but kept his gaze fixed on the Purple Mansion in the East Sea!

P. S.: Uh oh oh oh, guys, it's really bad, it's almost the end of the year, you know what I mean.

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