Hongjun's Grand Design

Sect Master Tongtian was taken aback—could there be some opportunity hidden within this after all?

Chu Yan chuckled and said, "Sect Master, your doctrine holds that all things have a thread of life. I, Chu Yan, also have a thread of life. As long as I grasp it firmly, there is a chance for me to truly come back to life."

Indeed, all things have a thread of life.

Sect Master Tongtian was deeply stirred.

As the saying goes: Fifty Great Daos, Heavenly Evolution Forty-Nine, one escape path grants all beings a thread of life.

This means that thread of life is not given by the Heavenly Dao, but by the Great Dao.

For all things, that thread of life cannot be erased by the Heavenly Dao.

It can only be schemed against, forcing the other party to willingly abandon that thread of life.

Otherwise, why would there be so much scheming in the Primordial World?

If it were not so, Hongjun would likely have long since struck out, directly annihilating the Witch Race, the Demon Race, and the Human Race—wiping out everything.

"Human Master, since you have returned, you should quickly stabilize the Human Race Destiny. Otherwise, if too much time passes, it will scatter completely."

Looking over, the Human Race Destiny near Buzhou Mountain was in disarray, having lost the suppression of the One Hundred Thousand Innate Humans.

The Human Race Destiny drifted like rootless duckweed.

It was only being sustained now by the power of the Primordial Human Race's collective will.

Once time dragged on, the destiny would inevitably be exhausted.

"It seems I must find a clan-suppressing treasure."

"Hm? Human Master, could it be that you intend to seize Taiqing's Kongtong Seal?"

At these words, before Chu Yan could answer, Taiqing beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens instantly grew tense.

This Chu Yan—surely he wouldn't really try to seize the Kongtong Seal.

But the next moment, Chu Yan shook his head: "What is the Kongtong Seal? It's all scheming. What I seek is far stronger than the Kongtong Seal."

He glanced at Sect Master Tongtian and said, "Sect Master, would you accompany me to Buzhou Mountain for a visit?"

"Excellent, I was just thinking the same."

Sect Master Tongtian had been waiting for this day for a long time. Thanks to Chu Yan's reminder, he now understood that the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation was not suited to stabilizing the Jie Sect's destiny.

"Then let us go."

Afterward, Chu Yan cast a faint glance toward the direction of the Heavenly Court, then looked at the Thirty-Three Heavens.

He silently swore in his heart: Wait. Once I stabilize the Human Race Destiny, I will settle accounts with you all.

That glance seemed harmless, but the Demon Heavenly Court felt the temperature drop a few degrees, a chill creeping up their backs.

All Saints of the Heavens also shuddered.

The Endless Great Powers of the Primordial World, as well as the Sages and others—

All watched as Chu Yan and Sect Master Tongtian headed toward Buzhou Mountain.

At this, they could no longer sit still.

Buzhou Mountain was where Pangu's Will resided. Could they be plotting against Pangu again?

In the Purple Cloud Palace, Hongjun's brow twitched as well.

"What exactly are they trying to do? One Chu Yan is already enough to give This Seat a headache, and now Tongtian has to barge in and stir things up. Truly a rebellious one."

Taking a deep breath, Hongjun felt an urgent desire to hasten the end of the Witch-Demon War.

But when he looked, he was immediately stifled.

Last time, Pangu's Will had forcibly burst into the River of Destiny of the Primordial World, churning the chaotic fate of the Primordial into utter disorder.

The Heavenly Dao had yet to finish sorting it out, making it impossible to launch the final battle of the Witch-Demon War.

Otherwise, it would only plunge the River of Destiny into even greater chaos.

By then, what had already become Fixed Numbers would inevitably turn into Variables.

Looking again at the Illuminated Jade Butterfly within the River of Destiny, it was still suppressing the fate of the Human Race at this very moment.

Yet Hongjun felt as if he had punched cotton.

With the fate of the Primordial World in such chaos, even Hongjun could not see the future through forced deduction.

In other words, even Hongjun no longer knew what would become of the Human Race's fate.

Everything now rested on Chu Yan.

"Damn it, This Seat guarded a lonely nothing."

But he didn't dare take back the Jade Plate of Creation either—once he did, the Human Race would become even more uncontrollable.

Knowing Chu Yan's nature, he would definitely alter the General Trend and stir things into chaos.

"Everyone, gather at Purple Cloud Palace."

Hongjun issued the command, and even Sect Master Tongtian heard it.

Yet he didn't give a damn. Still, Hongjun didn't mind; this gathering was meant for discussion anyway.

Soon, Taiqing, Nuwa, Jieyin and Zhunti, and Yuanshi Tianzun all arrived.

"Greetings, Teacher."

On the cattail mats, the five Sages sat cross-legged. Above them, Hongjun, clad in white robes, with three thousand strands of white beard.

Looking down at the Sages below, Hongjun felt stifled.

Taiqing had lost most of Pangu's Primordial Spirit; his face was pale, his aura unstable.

Still, he had managed to scheme a small portion of Human Race Destiny, so his injury wasn't entirely in vain.

But Yuanshi Tianzun fared far worse.

Killed twice, most of Pangu's Primordial Spirit burned away, his Innate Supreme Treasure beaten to a crippled state.

That was bad enough, but he hadn't gained a single benefit.

In this battle, Yuanshi Tianzun suffered the greatest loss—the Chan Sect's destiny had hit rock bottom.

As for Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti, their auras were equally unstable.

Each had been slain once by Sect Master Tongtian's sword, their destiny sharply reduced, and they had nearly lost the Three Flowers atop their heads to the Immortal Slaying Sword Formation.

"I beg Teacher to seek justice for this disciple. In this battle, this disciple was killed twice, his Innate Supreme Treasure crippled, unable to suppress destiny any longer. The Chan Sect's destiny has hit rock bottom—if not remedied, I fear the Chan Sect will exist in name only."

Yuanshi Tianzun was truly anxious.

Hongjun sighed and said:

"Yuanshi, I know your heart is eager. Very well, I will repair the Pangu Banner for you."

As he spoke, Hongjun reached out with one hand, and the Qiankun Fortune Cauldron appeared.

It was the same great cauldron Nuwa had used to refine the sky-fixing stone when she mended the heavens.

"This cauldron can reverse the innate order. Give me the Pangu Banner."

Yuanshi Tianzun tossed it out, and Hongjun threw it into the Fortune Cauldron.

Soon, the Pangu Banner was restored.

"Take it."

"Thank you, Teacher."

Yuanshi Tianzun was thrilled—the Pangu Banner had regained its glory.

Then Hongjun said:

"Yuanshi, I know your Chan Sect suffered heavy losses in this battle. Don't be anxious. When the opportunity arrives, the Chan Sect will surely flourish."

Yuanshi Tianzun was instantly elated.

"Thank you, Teacher."

This was a promise from the Dao Ancestor himself.

Hongjun nodded and then said:

"This battle was already a settled matter, but Chu Yan's self-destruction broke it apart, causing you all heavy losses."

All the Saints nodded in agreement.

"Nuwa, Di Jun was killed by Chu Yan, leaving the Heavenly Court without a ruler. Use the Monster Summoning Banner to retrieve Di Jun's soul and help him rebuild his physical body."

Then, Hongjun reached out and grabbed a mass of flesh.

"This is the flesh of a Chaos Demon God I gathered in the Chaos. Though its foundation has fallen after surviving the Great Calamity of Creation, it's more than enough to rebuild Di Jun's body. Take it."

Hongjun waved his hand, and the flesh floated toward Nuwa.

At the same time, he handed the Qiankun Fortune Cauldron to Nuwa.

"I grant you this cauldron to help rebuild Di Jun's body."

Hongjun had made up his mind: the Witch Race relied on Human Race Destiny to grow stronger, didn't they? Then he'd add some fuel to the fire.

Let's see how you defeat Di Jun, now fused with the flesh of a Chaos Demon God.

"Thank you, Teacher."

Nuwa took out the Monster Summoning Banner and quickly retrieved Di Jun's soul.

Then she placed Di Jun's soul and the Chaos Demon God's flesh into the Fortune Cauldron.

With a burst of divine power, Di Jun emerged from the cauldron.

"Greetings, Dao Ancestor. Greetings, All Saints."