A world-shaking war that would sweep across the primordial world was about to erupt on Dijun's wedding night!
Above the Heavenly Court, the lingering echoes of the heavenly wedding ceremony had yet to fade.
Immortal music gradually subsided, while auspicious mist remained.
Seeing that the rites had concluded and merit had descended, greatly boosting the Demon Clan's prestige, the immortals and gods were already unsettled by the Ancestral Witches' disruption earlier that day.
Those with quick minds had already begun considering their departure.
Zhenyuanzi and Old Ancestor Hongyun exchanged a glance, then rose and cupped their hands toward Dijun, Empress Nuwa, and the others.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty the Heavenly Emperor, Empress Nuwa! The heavenly wedding is complete, and the merit is fulfilled. We two shall take our leave first."
Though Dijun was reluctant to see this moment of the Heavenly Court's grandeur end, he knew there was no use forcing them to stay and accepted with a smile.
Jieyin and Zhunti of the West also proclaimed a Buddhist chant, their faces bearing compassion. "The karma here has come to an end. We shall take our leave."
"Travel safely, Fellow Daoists." Dijun nodded.
Old Ancestor Minghe had long since turned into a streak of blood-red light and slipped away without a sound.
Demon Master Kunpeng wore a cold expression as he too withdrew with the demon marshals.
Dao Xuan also rose and saluted Dijun, Taiyi, Empress Nuwa, and the others.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty, Empress! I too should return to the mountain and report back. Farewell."
"Travel safely, Fellow Daoist Dao Xuan." Dijun was quite courteous toward the chief disciple of the Three Pure Ones.
Dao Xuan mounted the Five Spirit Qilin and transformed into a five-colored streak of light, leaving through the South Heavenly Gate and heading straight for Kunlun Mountain.
The grand spectacle of the Heavenly Court gradually blurred behind him, leaving only the golden light of the Lingxiao Treasure Hall as brilliant as ever.
Yet Dao Xuan understood clearly that beneath that brilliance, undercurrents already surged and killing intent lurked everywhere.
"Wedding night, bridal chamber and candles... How could the Witch Clan possibly let this go?"
The Five Spirit Qilin traveled swiftly, and before long, majestic Kunlun lay before them.
Dao Xuan descended from the clouds and headed directly to Eight Sceneries Palace.
Inside the palace, the Three Pure Ones still sat upon their Cloud Beds, their auras ethereal, as though they had never moved.
"Disciple Dao Xuan pays respects to Master and the two Martial Uncles."
"How was the heavenly wedding?" Sect Master Tongtian was the most impatient and asked first.
Dao Xuan recounted in detail the splendor of the heavenly wedding, the Ancestral Witches intercepting the procession midway, Taiyi fighting three witches alone, Empress Nuwa presiding over the wedding, merit descending from the heavens, Dijun breaking through to the late Quasi-Saint stage, Empress Nuwa severing her Good Corpse, and Xihe and Changxi advancing to the middle Quasi-Saint stage.
After listening, the Three Pure Ones wore differing expressions.
Sect Master Tongtian clapped his hands and laughed. "Haha! Splendid! That brat Taiyi truly looked imposing with the Chaos Bell in hand!
He fought three alone without falling behind! Dijun even broke through because of it. The Demon Clan's momentum has greatly surged this time! Those twelve brutes must be stomping mad!"
Primordial Heavenly Venerate merely frowned slightly, his calm tone carrying a trace of detachment:
"Dijun gathered momentum through the heavenly wedding and gained a temporary advantage, but his foundation ultimately lies in providence. The Witch Clan is savage and overbearing. How could they allow him peace? This surge in strength may look like oil poured upon blazing flames, but disaster has already been deeply buried beneath it. Prosperity declines at its peak. Such is the principle of Heaven."
Laozi had kept his eyes closed throughout. At this moment, he slowly opened them, his gaze as deep as an abyss and his voice tranquil as an ancient well:
"Yin and yang clash, and calamities arise from one another. The struggle between witches and demons is the manifestation of heaven and earth's great tribulation. Dijun gaining this opportunity is also one link within that tribulation. Fortune conceals misfortune, and misfortune leans upon fortune. We need only watch the changes quietly."
Dao Xuan bowed. "Master and Martial Uncles are wise. This disciple observed that though the Witch Clan's Ancestral Witches retreated during the day, their viciousness had not faded. I fear they will not leave matters at that."
"Hmph!" Sect Master Tongtian snorted. "It would be better if they came! Let the Witch and Demon Clans slaughter each other to their hearts' content!"
Primordial Heavenly Venerate glanced at him. "Third Brother, mind your words. This is karma between witches and demons. We cultivators should stay far away and avoid being tainted by Calamity Qi."
Laozi nodded slightly, closed his eyes again, and spoke no more.
Dao Xuan said nothing further either. He stood quietly to one side, already understanding the attitudes of the Three Pure Ones.
Sect Master Tongtian loved battle and enjoyed excitement. He was happy to see the Demon Clan's strength increase.
Primordial Heavenly Venerate valued roots and order. He held little fondness for either witches or demons, preferring to follow the will of Heaven and observe coldly from the sidelines.
Laozi practiced non-action and understood karma. He believed everything was part of the tribulation's course.
Dao Xuan himself leaned more toward the views of Primordial Heavenly Venerate and Laozi.
A sudden rise in strength often brought greater ambition and fiercer conflict.
Just as Kunlun Mountain lay in peace, the Three Pure Ones discussed the Dao, and Dao Xuan reflected in silence—
Across the primordial land, beneath Buzhou Mountain, murderous aura already pierced the heavens as war drums shook the skies!
Before Pangu Hall.
The true forms of the Twelve Ancestral Witches stood between heaven and earth, their murderous aura condensing into tangible black clouds!
Dijiang, the Ancestral Witch of Space, stood at the front, his voice ringing within the hearts of every Witch Clan warrior:
"Those Demon Clan brats have stolen the Heavenly Court, and today they dare use this heavenly wedding to flaunt their might, humiliating our Witch Clan beyond measure!"
"If we do not avenge this grievance, we are unworthy of Pangu's bloodline!"
"Warriors! Follow me—smash through the South Heavenly Gate! Overturn Dijun's wedding bed!"
"Roar—!!!"
Hundreds of millions of Witch Clan warriors roared in unison, their voices tearing apart the clouds and shaking the mountains and rivers of the primordial world!
Several hundred Great Witches surrounded the Twelve Ancestral Witches like stars around the moon!
Among them were:
Xing Tian: a thousand zhang tall, with breasts for eyes and a navel for a mouth, wielding a battle-axe and shield. His battle intent soared to the heavens! The murderous aura around him condensed as though an ancient god of war had returned to life!
Hou Yi: agile in build, carrying an ancient massive bow on his back. Divine arrows within his quiver glimmered faintly with cold light, while his hawk-like gaze locked onto the Nine Heavens Above!
Nine Phoenix: human-faced and bird-bodied, with nine heads. Her feathers shone brilliantly, wind and fire circling her body as her shrieks split metal and shattered stone!
Feng Bo: human-faced and deer-bodied, with sharp horns upon his head. With a single inhalation, he gathered wind and clouds from thousands of miles away, turning them into world-destroying gales!
Yu Shi: shaped like a giant python with a single horn. At every sway, torrential rain poured down and floods surged into the sky!
There were also Xiang Liu, Kuafu, Chi You—perhaps still a Great Witch at this time—and many others. Each possessed blood qi like a dragon and an oppressive murderous aura, terrifying beings capable of moving mountains and filling seas!
Led by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, this torrent formed of pure strength and boundless murderous aura surged from the earth!
The mountain body of Buzhou Mountain, which supported heaven and earth, seemed to become the staircase by which they ascended to the heavens!
Hundreds of millions of Witch Clan warriors stomped across the land, running like thunder as they kicked up dust that filled the skies. Their murderous aura condensed into clouds, blotting out the sun, moon, and stars as they charged directly toward the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens!
Wherever they passed, mountains and rivers crumbled, and all living things cowered!
Heavenly Court, Lingxiao Treasure Hall.
Red candles burned brightly, and the festive air had yet to fade.
Dijun had been about to enter the bridal chamber with Changxi and Xihe, to enjoy this long-delayed wedding night.
Then, from outside the South Heavenly Gate, alarm bells rang out! Urgent and piercing!
"Report—!!!"
A heavenly general tumbled and crawled into the hall, his face devoid of color:
"Reporting to Your Majesty! Disaster! The Witch Clan... the Witch Clan has mobilized in full! Led by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, several hundred Great Witches, and hundreds of millions of Witch Clan soldiers, they are charging toward the South Heavenly Gate! Their murderous aura... their murderous aura has already surged into the Nine Heavens!"
"What?!"
The tenderness on Dijun's face instantly turned to fury! His wedding night had been disrupted again and again. Even a clay man had three parts anger!
"Witch Clan brutes! How dare you bully me so!"
He flung open the hall doors. His imperial robes stirred without wind as Solar True Fire erupted, illuminating everything outside the hall as brightly as day!
"Pass my decree! Sound the Demon Assembly Bell! Gather every demon god and demon marshal! Muster all demon soldiers and Demon Generals! Meet the enemy!"
"Second Brother! Fellow Daoist Fuxi! My two wives! Prepare for battle at once!"
Taiyi, Fuxi, Xihe, and Changxi appeared at Dijun's side in an instant, their expressions grave and their killing intent fierce.
The Chaos Bell hummed in Taiyi's hand as Mysterious Yellow Qi circulated around it. "Rest assured, Brother! Today, we will make these brutes come but never return!"
Taiyi then looked around and discovered that Kunpeng was nowhere to be seen, knowing that he had surely hidden himself away.
Though Taiyi and Dijun burned with anger, they could only suppress it for now and settle accounts with him later.
At their side, Xihe and Changxi also summoned their treasures. Cool moonlight and Dijun's Solar True Fire reflected one another brilliantly.
Bai Ze, Ji Meng, Ying Zhao, Fei Lian, Jiu Ying, Gui Che, Shang Yang, Qin Yuan, Ci Tie, and Fei Dan—the ten great demon marshals—arrived the instant they heard the bell!
Immediately after!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!
The deep and majestic tolling of the Demon Assembly Bell rang throughout the Thirty-Three Heavens!
Countless demon clouds rose from every corner of the Heavenly Court and from the Four Seas and eight directions of the primordial world!
There were Golden-Winged Great Pengs that blotted out the sky!
There were flocks of fire crows whose blazing flames scorched the heavens!
There were formations of black serpents with bone-piercing ice!
There were peaks of myriad poisons that filled the air with venom!
There were black turtle clans with shells like mountains!
There were azure luan tribes as swift as the wind...
Dragon roars and phoenix cries, tiger howls and ape shrieks!
Tens of millions of demon soldiers and Demon Generals, led by their respective Demon Kings and Demon Saints, converged outside the South Heavenly Gate like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea!
Banners fluttered as Demonic Aura surged into the heavens! It crashed violently against the boundless murderous aura rising from below!
At the summit of Buzhou Mountain, where the heavens met the earth.
On one side were countless rays of golden light, thousands of strands of auspicious qi, floating immortal palaces and pavilions, and tens of millions of demon soldiers arrayed in formation. Demonic Aura condensed into leaden clouds as Dijun, Taiyi, Fuxi, Empress Nuwa—though she did not directly join the battle, her aura was connected—Xihe, Changxi, and the ten great demon marshals stood upon the clouds, their pressure dominating the world!
The River Diagram and Luo Book floated above Dijun's head, evolving the Stars of the Heavens.
Taiyi held the Chaos Bell aloft, Mysterious Yellow Qi cascading down.
Fuxi stroked his zither as phantoms of the Eight Trigrams flowed around him.
Sun-Moon Dual Wheels circled Xihe and Changxi.
The demon marshals each wielded divine weapons, their murderous intent surging.
On the other side, murderous aura was black as ink, while blood qi was vast as the sea! The true forms of the Twelve Ancestral Witches towered between heaven and earth like twelve ancient demonic mountains!
Behind them, several hundred Great Witches stood like stars, while hundreds of millions of Witch Clan warriors formed battle arrays. Their Blood Qi Smoke Columns shot straight into the skies, dyeing half the heavens dark red!
Dijiang's power of space twisted the void.
Zhurong's blazing flames scorched the heavens.
Gonggong's giant waves churned.
Houtu's earth was thick and heavy.
Jumang's vitality of wood brimmed with slaughter.
Rushou's metal was sharp and piercing.
Shebishi commanded changing weather.
Xuanming's ice chilled to the bone.
Tianwu's fierce gales howled.
Qiangliang's thunder carried overwhelming force.
Xizi's lightning serpents danced wildly.
Zhu Jiuyin's power of time was obscure and unfathomable.
Xing Tian danced with axe and shield, Hou Yi drew his divine bow, Nine Phoenix shrieked into the skies, Feng Bo rolled the clouds, and Yu Shi summoned rain!
The two most powerful forces of the primordial world faced one another atop the pillar of heaven and earth!
The air solidified, laws fell into chaos, and even Buzhou Mountain trembled faintly!
"Dijiang! You brutes disrupted my grand wedding during the day, and I did not settle accounts with you out of respect for the auspicious occasion!
Yet tonight, you dare lead your forces against the Heavenly Court and ruin my bridal chamber! Do you truly think I would not exterminate your entire Witch Clan?!"
Dijun's voice was icy, carrying boundless imperial fury as it echoed throughout the world.
"Hahaha!" Dijiang laughed wildly, his voice shaking the Nine Heavens.
"Dijun, you brat! Stop putting on airs as the Heavenly Emperor before your grandfathers! Your Demon Clan stole the Heavenly Court and acts against all reason, and today you even used that worthless heavenly wedding to flaunt your might!
We simply do not like the sight of you! We came to offer you our 'congratulations' and disrupt your bridal chamber! What can you do about it?!"
"Courting death!"
Taiyi roared as the Chaos Bell shone brilliantly!
"Why waste words? Kill!" Zhurong had the most explosive temper. With an angry roar, his ten-thousand-zhang true form shattered the void. World-burning flames ignited around his fists and turned into two roaring fire dragons that charged straight at the Demon Clan's formation!
"Kill!!!"
"Destroy those Demon Clan brutes!"
"Tear them apart!"
Within the Witch Clan ranks, hundreds of millions of warriors roared in fury. Their murderous aura erupted, and like a breached black flood, they crashed toward the Demon Clan army!
"Warriors! Follow me and slay the enemy! Defend the Heavenly Court!" Dijun's hair stood on end in rage as the River Diagram and Luo Book unfolded, drawing down the power of the Stars of the Heavens!
"Kill!"
"Destroy these muscle-brained brutes!"
The Demon Clan's tens of millions of troops erupted with Demonic Aura. They each unleashed their abilities, treasures flashing with divine light and innate demon arts becoming a multicolored torrent of destruction that surged toward the Witch Clan!
Rumble—!!!
Heaven and earth lost their color, and the sun and moon dimmed!
The summit of Buzhou Mountain instantly became the most brutal battlefield of carnage!
The Witch Clan warriors possessed peerlessly powerful bodies and boundless strength. Wielding massive axes, bone clubs, and stone spears, they directly withstood the Demon Clan's treasures and divine arts!
Though spells often blasted them into bloody pulp, they feared no death. They traded wounds for wounds and lives for lives! Their murderous aura corroded and defiled the spiritual light of magical treasures!
The demon soldiers either spat flames and ice, released poisonous curses, controlled Flying Swords and magical treasures, or relied on innate abilities to bombard their enemies from afar!
Demon clouds rolled and formed great arrays in an attempt to trap and kill the Witch Clan! Yet the witches' blood qi was like a furnace, and their murderous aura broke ten thousand arts. The formations were often forcibly shattered!
The battles between Great Witches, Demon Saints, and Demon Kings were even more earth-shattering!
Xing Tian swung his axe and shield, his massive axe splitting mountains and his shield shaking the earth. He fought several Demon Saints alone, drenched in blood, but his battle intent only grew fiercer! He roared, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Hou Yi stood in the distance, his bow drawn like a full moon and his arrows like shooting stars! Streaks of brilliant arrow light tore through the skies, targeting Demon Clan commanders and the nodes of their formations! With every arrow, a great demon fell or a grand formation shook!
Nine Phoenix's nine heads shrieked together, spewing wind, fire, and poisonous mist that swept through a mass of demon clouds, burning countless demon soldiers as they screamed and fell!
Feng Bo summoned world-destroying gales, while Yu Shi brought down bone-eroding poisonous rain. Their coordination was flawless!
The demon marshals were no ordinary opponents either.
Ji Meng commanded water, causing the Milky Way to surge backward and wash over the witch soldiers.
Ying Zhao commanded the wind, moving like lightning. His claws and fangs were razor-sharp, tearing apart the bodies of great witches.
Fei Lian's wind blades were like knives, slicing through the void.
Jiu Ying's nine heads spewed water, fire, and poisonous smoke, covering vast stretches of the battlefield.
Gui Che wailed like ghosts and howled like spirits, its sound waves shattering Divine Souls.
Shang Yang foresaw fortune and disaster, directing the battle with calm assurance.
Qin Yuan's venomous needles fell like rain, impossible to guard against.
Ci Tie swallowed gold and iron, crushing witch weapons between its teeth.
Fei Dan's poisonous mist spread through the air, corroding the witches' flesh.
Both sides had killed until their eyes turned red. Flesh and blood flew everywhere, while severed limbs rained down upon Buzhou Mountain!
At every moment, tens of thousands of witch and demon warriors fell. Their blood and essence spilled across the earth, while resentment shot straight into the heavens!
At the heart of the battlefield was a Quasi-Saint-level battle between the Twelve Ancestral Witches and Dijun, Taiyi, Fuxi, Xihe, and Changxi!
Dijiang moved through space, appearing and vanishing unpredictably. His sharp claws tore through the void as they reached for Dijun!
The River Diagram and Luo Book hovered above Dijun's head, while the Stars of the Heavens protected his body. Solar True Fire transformed into divine Golden Crow birds as he battled Dijiang!
Zhurong's blazing flames burned the sky. A sea of fire swept forward, charging straight at Xihe!
Xihe gave a cold snort. Her Moon Wheel transformed into a frigid moon, moonlight cascading like a waterfall and freezing every flame! Changxi supported her from the side as well. Their Sun-Moon Dual Wheels joined together, doubling their power!
Gonggong raised immeasurable heavy water, unleashing towering waves that flooded toward Changxi!
Taiyi gave a cold snort, and the Chaos Bell shook!
"Dong—!"
The bell's resonant chime spread Mysterious Yellow sound waves outward, forcibly freezing and calming the immeasurable heavy water!
"Gonggong! I am your opponent!" Taiyi charged forward with the bell in hand, his fist seal like a great sun hanging in the sky as it clashed head-on with Gonggong's heavy fist!
Houtu's Wu Earth Divine Fist crashed down like a mountain, immensely heavy!
Fuxi's Fuxi Qin rang out. The Eight Trigrams revolved, evolving heaven and earth, wind and thunder, water and fire, mountain and marsh into a vast formation that dissolved Houtu's power layer by layer until it vanished without a trace!
Jumang's Yi Wood Divine Light swept forth, life force transforming into boundless killing vines that coiled toward Fuxi!
Rushou's Geng Metal Sword Qi tore through the sky!
Shebishi controlled the weather, raining thunder and hail down from above!
Xuanming's ice pierced to the bone, freezing souls!
Tianwu's fierce wind was like blades!
Qiangliang and Xizi's lightning serpents danced wildly!
Zhu Jiuyin's obscure power of time sought to slow his opponents!
Although Dijun's side had slightly fewer people, Dijun and Taiyi were both peak Quasi-Saints, Fuxi was unfathomable, and Xihe and Changxi had recently reached the middle stage of Quasi-Sainthood. Working seamlessly together and wielding supreme treasures, they actually fought the Twelve Ancestral Witches to a standstill!
Laws collided! Divine abilities crashed against one another!
Space shattered and healed again!
Water and fire clashed, while yin and yang surged!
The earth split apart, and the firmament trembled!
Buzhou Mountain, the Heavenly Pillar of the Great Desolation, groaned under the unbearable shockwaves of this terrifying battle! Massive rocks came tumbling down!
The Entire Great Desolation shook! All living beings prostrated themselves, trembling in fear!
Kunlun Mountain, Taiqing Palace.
Though Dao Xuan and the Three Pure Ones had not personally entered the battlefield, the killing intent that shook heaven and earth, the baleful aura and Demonic Aura soaring into the sky, and the ripples that threw the laws of the Great Desolation into chaos were all transmitted clearly to them.
Sect Master Tongtian swept the battlefield with his divine sense, battle intent blazing in his eyes. "They have started fighting! Good! Fierce enough! Dijun and Taiyi truly have not disappointed me!"
Primordial Heavenly Venerate frowned deeply, his tone indifferent. "A struggle between brutes, pointlessly draining heaven and earth's spiritual energy and damaging the foundations of the Great Desolation. The Calamity Qi has grown ever heavier."
Taiqing Laozi still had his eyes closed. Above his head, the Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda released streams of Mysterious Yellow Qi, protecting Kunlun's tranquility.
The River Diagram and Luo Book hovered above Dijun's head, while the Stars of the Heavens protected his body. Solar True Fire transformed into divine Golden Crow birds as he battled Dijiang!
Taiyi held the Chaos Bell aloft. Its mighty chimes sent Mysterious Yellow sound waves freezing Earth Water Fire Wind as he faced Gonggong and Zhurong head-on!
Fuxi played the qin as the Eight Trigrams revolved, evolving heaven and earth, wind and thunder, water and fire, mountain and marsh to fend off the combined assault of Houtu, Jumang, Rushou, and the other Ancestral Witches!
Xihe and Changxi combined their Sun-Moon Dual Wheels. Moonlight poured down like a waterfall, freezing all flames and sending bone-piercing cold through the air as they resisted Shebishi, Xuanming, Tianwu, and the other Ancestral Witches!
Laws collided! Space shattered! The earth split apart! The firmament trembled!
Even within the water mirror, Buzhou Mountain, the Heavenly Pillar of the Great Desolation, looked as though it were about to collapse!
"Good! Fight well!" Sect Master Tongtian watched with animated delight and could not help clapping his hands.
"Taiyi uses that Chaos Bell wonderfully! Dijun's Solar True Fire is powerful as well! Fellow Daoist Fuxi's Eight Trigram evolutions have truly grasped the mysteries of yin and yang!"
Primordial Heavenly Venerate frowned deeply as he looked at Buzhou Mountain's continuously cracking body and the witch and demon blood spilling across the earth, a trace of coldness entering his voice:
"Brutes shaking heaven, courting their own destruction. Buzhou Mountain was formed from the Father God's spine. If its foundation is damaged and heaven and earth collapse, how will the Witch and Demon Races bear such karma?"
Taiqing Laozi calmly watched the brutal scene within the water mirror before slowly speaking. His voice was like the Great Dao's Resonant Voice as he explained to Dao Xuan:
"Dao Xuan, watch carefully."
"The Witch Race was born from Pangu's blood essence. Their physical bodies are unrivaled, and their baleful aura breaks all techniques. Yet they do not cultivate the primordial spirit or comprehend the Heavenly Dao, acting only on instinct and bloodlust. This is their strength, and also their weakness.
"Under the great calamity, baleful aura clouds their hearts. They know only slaughter and cannot see the long term."
Laozi lightly pointed with one finger, and the image in the water mirror focused on a great witch charging forward in frenzy before ultimately being ground to death by a demon formation.
"The Demon Clan was formed from the gathering of countless living beings. Their innate divine abilities differ greatly, and they are skilled in using magical treasures and formations. Yet their origins are mixed, and their temperaments are not one. Though Dijun and Taiyi possess grand talents and great ambitions, using the heavenly marriage to gather power, they will ultimately find it difficult to unite the hearts of all demons.
"As Calamity Qi corrodes them, the five poisons of greed, anger, ignorance, arrogance, and doubt flourish. Their internal strife is also severe."
The scene changed, revealing several Demon Kings within the demon formation tripping one another up as they fought to claim battle merits.
"This battle appears evenly matched, but in truth, it is a situation where both sides will be gravely wounded."
Laozi's gaze turned toward Buzhou Mountain, which was on the verge of collapse.
"Buzhou Mountain is the Heavenly Pillar of the Great Desolation. It supports heaven and connects earth, maintaining the stability of the Great Desolation.
"The Witch-Demon War is being fought here. Baleful aura and resentment corrode the mountain, while blood essence stains its foundation. If this continues, the disaster of the Heavenly Pillar's collapse may not be far off."
"This is the working of calamity, and also the consequence of the Witch and Demon Races failing to recognize the Heavenly Mandate and forcefully vying for fate."
Dao Xuan's heart trembled as he listened. Watching the world-destroying battle in the water mirror and recalling Laozi's words about the disaster of the Heavenly Pillar's collapse, he felt a chill rise from the depths of his heart.
Behind this seemingly intense "live broadcast" lay such a grave great calamity of heaven and earth!
"Master, then what should we..." Dao Xuan could not help asking.
Laozi's gaze was profound as he slowly said:
"The great calamity has begun, and baleful aura fills the heavens. This is the inevitable cycle of heaven and earth, the waxing and waning of yin and yang."
"We Three Pure Ones inherited Pangu's primordial spirit and established the Mystical Sect. We should preserve Kunlun's tranquility, comprehend the Great Dao, and quietly await the passing of the calamity."
"Dao Xuan, your foundation has already been established, and your Dao heart is steady.
"You may observe this battle's brutality, understand its karma, comprehend the terror of calamity, and know the foundation of cultivation. But remember this well: do not give rise to reckless thoughts, do not become entangled in karma, guard your true heart closely, and cultivate diligently without cease."
"This disciple will heed Master's teachings!" Dao Xuan replied solemnly, and the slight turmoil stirred within him by watching the battle instantly subsided.
He turned his gaze toward the water mirror once more.
Within the mirror, the battle remained brutal.
Xing Tian was surrounded by several demon sages. One of his arms was severed, yet he wielded his axe with that broken arm and hacked even more frenziedly!
Hou Yi's divine arrows flew in rapid succession, shooting down several Demon Kings, but Demon Commander Fei Lian fixed his gaze on him. Wind blades slashed like knives, forcing him to dodge again and again.
Dijun and Dijiang pursued and fought through shattered space, Solar True Fire intertwining with spatial fissures.
Taiyi fought Zhurong and Gonggong alone. The Chaos Bell boomed as Mysterious Yellow Qi, world-burning flames, and immeasurable heavy water collided violently, turning that entire region into chaos!
More and more cracks spread across Buzhou Mountain. Enormous boulders, carrying the corpses of witch and demon warriors, rolled down in torrents and smashed toward the Great Desolation below...
Dao Xuan watched quietly, his heart utterly still. Only deep reverence remained for the Great Dao and calamity.
"Cultivation is the foundation."
His gaze was resolute. Through the water mirror's brutality, he seemed to see his future self cultivating peacefully on Fangzhang Immortal Island.
This Great Desolation "live broadcast room" had explosive traffic and hardcore content, but the price was an immeasurable great calamity.
Being a clear-headed observer was quite good.
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