Medusa (appearing in Investiture of the Gods)
Buzhou Mountain Peak.
Many Early-stage Quasi-Saints had gathered, standing amid the clouds in the sky.
The winds rose and clouds churned, while baleful energy filled the air.
A murderous aura roiled through the air, making everyone frown slightly.
"These Thirty-three Heavens belong to the Wu Race. You may watch the battle, fellow Daoists, but coveting our Wu Race's possessions is unforgivable!"
"In the Primordial Wilderness, the Wu Race shall reign supreme!"
In an instant, the Twelve Ancestral Witches led the Wu Race's army onto the scene. Their boundless Heaven and Earth Sha Qi swept outward like a raging flood.
The Wu Race's might swept across the armies.
The Twelve Ancestral Witches manifested their Ancestral Witch True Bodies, their forms towering billions upon billions of feet high. All kinds of visions and divine abilities unfolded in the highest heavens, their awe-inspiring presence unparalleled.
The Wu Race's army was just as fierce and powerful.
Their true forms were even hideous, like killing machines that butchered all living beings.
Even Houtu, an Ancestral Witch famed for her beauty, made countless male immortals abandon their fantasies when she appeared before them in her Ancestral Witch True Body.
This was nothing like the beauty they knew.
She had a human body and a serpent's tail, seven hands on her back, and two hands in front, each gripping a Teng Snake.
"The Twelve Ancestral Witches have all attained the Dao through the Laws and broken through to the Early-stage Quasi-Saint realm. Add their formidable Ancestral Witch True Bodies, and the Demon Race has a powerful enemy on its hands."
"Even if we Three Pure Ones join forces, and I use the divine ability One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones, we may still not be a match for the Twelve Ancestral Witches. Especially Dijiang and Zhu Jiuyin—the Space Law and Time Law they command are supreme treasures among the Three Thousand Laws, and are exceedingly mysterious and profound!"
Old Master Taiqing stroked his long beard, a glint flashing in his eyes.
With his strength, he could hold off five or six Ancestral Witches at most. Any more, and he would be exhausted to death.
At that moment, powerful figures such as Fuxi, Nuwa, and Zhen Yuanzi were also deeply wary of the Wu Race. After all, they were no match for the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
"The Wu Race does not respect the Heavenly Dao or revere the Saints. They cannot teach and transform the beings of the Primordial Wilderness. Our Demon Race, however, brings together the strengths of the Ten Thousand Races and can rule the Primordial World!"
"In the Primordial Wilderness, the Demon Race shall reign supreme!"
"I, Dijun, will take up residence in these Thirty-three Heavens today. No one can stop me!"
Starlight shimmered, and demonic energy soared against the heavens.
The phantom of a Three-legged Golden Crow appeared in the air. Blazing True Sun Fire scorched the Wu Race's army.
Amid the flames, Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi appeared.
"Once I take control of these Thirty-three Heavens, I can use its destiny to sever another corpse and attain the Mid-stage Quasi-Saint realm. Then I will be the First Under Saint!"
Dijun had planned everything long ago.
On the surface, the Thirty-three Heavens seemed to be a contest over a Middle Thousand World. In truth, it was a struggle for Heavenly Dao Destiny.
This was the Heavenly Dao's test for the Demon Race.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Countless Demon Soldiers and Demon Generals revealed their true forms, their bloodthirsty aura no weaker than the Wu Race's.
For a time, the two armies faced off, their killing intent sweeping in every direction.
The Wu Race and the Demon Race were evenly matched.
"Roar! Roar! Roar..."
Just as the battle was about to begin, endless dragon roars came from hundreds of millions of miles away.
An overwhelming, supreme dragon might crushed down on the Wu Race and Demon Race armies. Countless living beings, unable to withstand it, prostrated themselves on the ground.
The Demon Race's army was especially affected, as many of its members carried Dragon Clan bloodlines.
Before Thunderous Tyrant Dragon Qiongqi, even an eighteenth-generation descendant would kneel at once upon meeting their ancestor. Some even had their hearts severed, perishing through self-destruction.
Primordial golden light shone, and the Immortal Dao Law stretched into the distance.
Qiongqi pulled the Hongmeng Immortal Palace and arrived above Buzhou Mountain Peak.
"An Innate Supreme Treasure? How is that possible?"
Dijun was the first to lose his composure.
At most, the Lingxiao Treasure Hall in the Thirty-three Heavens was a Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure. Compared with Dong Wanggong's Hongmeng Immortal Palace, it was like heaven and earth.
With a Divine Dragon pulling his palace, Dong Wanggong had outdone him in sheer grandeur.
As the ruler of the Heavenly Court and emperor of the Demon Race, Dijun would have challenged him to a fight to the death right then and there if he weren't certain he couldn't beat Dong Wanggong.
"This emperor greets all the fellow Daoists!"
"I've come only to observe the contest over the Thirty-three Heavens. If you're interested, please enter the Hongmeng Immortal Palace and watch together!"
"Daoists Dijun and Dijiang, I and these Innate Great Powers will bear witness for you here!"
His voice arrived before he did.
At these words, Old Master Taiqing, Zhen Yuanzi, Hong Yun, and the other powerful figures flew into the Hongmeng Immortal Palace.
Immortal energy drifted through the air, and the Great Dao was boundless.
Seeing the Dao Resonance filling the Hongmeng Immortal Palace, the powerful figures felt envious. In the depths of their minds, they also began to comprehend the Immortal Dao Law, hoping to gain a sliver of opportunity.
Inside the palace.
Everyone sat before jade tables, each set with several jade plates.
Ren Water Flat Peaches rested on the plates, giving off a fragrant aroma as immortal energy swirled around them. They were top-grade spiritual fruits.
"I thank Dong Wanggong and West Queen Mother for these Innate Spiritual Fruits. Here are Nine-Revolutions Golden Elixirs. Fellow Daoists, please take one; they can increase your Origin Mana."
Old Master Taiqing flicked his jade sleeve, and dozens of streaks of light floated before everyone. Profound Dao patterns covered the Nine-Revolutions Golden Elixirs, and Heavenly Dao Rules shimmered upon them.
Swallowing one could instantly enable an ordinary mortal to attain the Grand Unity Golden Immortal realm.
"It seems today's Wu-Demon War has turned into a banquet where we can sample Spirit Pills and spiritual fruits. Then I, too, should offer up my own Innate Spiritual Fruit!"
"These are Ginseng Fruits. They flower once every three thousand years, bear fruit after another three thousand, and ripen after a further three thousand. Altogether, they take nine thousand years to mature. And throughout that long span, only thirty Ginseng Fruits grow."
Zhen Yuanzi took out a jade box. Dozens of Ginseng Fruits flew out and landed on the jade plates before everyone.
As a top-grade Innate Deity, the only treasures Zhen Yuanzi had to offer, apart from his Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the Earth Book, were these Ginseng Fruits.
At the table.
Nuwa's skin was smooth as jade, her figure full and graceful, and her bearing utterly extraordinary.
Seeing Old Master Taiqing and Zhen Yuanzi bring out their treasured possessions, she also circulated her mana and revealed what she had to offer.
"I have no spiritual fruits or Spirit Pills, but I spent ten thousand years brewing this Jade Nectar. Its effects are every bit as good as those of Innate Spiritual Fruits."
"How can a banquet be complete without fine wine?"
As waves of wine fragrance wafted over, a jar of fine wine and several Jade Cups appeared on everyone's tables. Nuwa had crafted the wine jar and cups from Cold Jade, which preserved the flavor of the Jade Nectar.
It was refreshing and invigorating.
Just one sniff was enough for the powerful figures to recognize that the Jade Nectar was extraordinary.
At the same time, Ancestor Minghe, Old Ancestor Kunpeng, and the others also brought out some spiritual fruits. Of course, they were not as high-grade as the Ren Water Flat Peaches and Ginseng Fruits.
"Zhunti, Fellow Daoist Jieyin, I recall that your Western World has a supreme treasure called the Bodhi Seed. Why not bring it out and share it with us?"
"Or are you planning to freeload?"
Ancestor Hong Yun looked at the pair of fellow disciples. They were sallow and gaunt, and their eyes fixed on the spiritual fruits and Spirit Pills before them like a pair of starving wolves. They looked as if they hadn't seen food in ten thousand years.
Ancestor Hong Yun had no goodwill toward these two fellow disciples.
The pair had tricked him out of his cushion. It had taken him ten thousand years to understand what they had done, and now he decided to make things difficult for them and vent his frustration.
At these words,
everyone's gaze converged on Zhunti and Jieyin.
The corners of their mouths twitched, and their hearts ached as if they had been cut with knives.
They already had little presence to begin with. They only wanted to take advantage of the gathering and secure a sliver of opportunity for the Western World, but now Ancestor Hong Yun had demanded they hand over their Bodhi Seeds. Wasn't he asking them to give up their lives?
"Of course, of course. Please wait, fellow Daoists!"
Zhunti complied unwillingly, his eyes brimming with pained tears.
Golden light flickered, and everyone received a Bodhi Seed.
That meant more than a dozen Bodhi Seeds had been given away. Zhunti hadn't had many to begin with, and now the Western World's reserves were even further depleted.
"This emperor thanks all the fellow Daoists. While we observe the Wu-Demon War and sample spiritual fruits and fine wine, we can also discuss and verify the Great Dao together!"
Dong Wanggong stood and cupped his hands toward everyone.
The First Peach Banquet began just like that.
Within the Hongmeng Immortal Palace, the powerful figures spoke of their merits and shared their insights into the Heavenly Dao. Purple Qi came from the East, and Heavenly Flowers Scatter.
Compared with the solemnity of listening to the Dao in the Purple Firmament Palace, this felt more like friends sharing their thoughts.
As everyone verified the Great Dao together, Dong Wanggong also sampled the Jade Nectar. His gaze met Nuwa's in midair, sparking a wondrous connection.
Romantic tension filled the air, along with shy, alluring charm.
Nuwa's many charms were all laid bare before Dong Wanggong. She lowered her eyes and dared not meet his gaze.
While the banquet was in full swing, the battle between the Wu Race and the Demon Race finally erupted atop Buzhou Mountain Peak.
If the two sides had known about the grand scene inside the Hongmeng Immortal Palace, they would surely have spat out a mouthful of blood that sprayed a hundred thousand feet.
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