The Wu-Yao Conflict, Troublemaker Jade Pure Yuanshi!

Purple Cloud Palace.

A thousand auspicious rays, the lingering sound of the Dao.

Three thousand Innate Gods gathered in the chaos, coming to obtain the Heavenly Dao opportunity.

Before the palace gate, some discussed the Dao, others meditated with eyes closed.

Old Master Taiqing, Jade Pure Yuanshi, Upper Pure Tongtian.

These three were transformed from the Primordial Spirit of the Great God Pangu, their backgrounds far surpassing the Innate Gods present, and behind them shone the Great Dao Merit Golden Wheel, truly eye-catching.

Great powers like Zhen Yuanzi, Old Ancestor Hongyun, and Old Ancestor Kunpeng all centered around the Three Pure Ones, mutually verifying the Dao.

Nuwa had eyes like autumn water, black hair like a waterfall, an elegant and otherworldly temperament, warm and smooth like jade.

Many male immortals had their hearts drawn to her.

But sensing Nuwa's Mid-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal cultivation and catching the coldness in Fuxi's eyes, they all withdrew their gazes, feeling a chill down their spines.

A graceful lady is a gentleman's good match!

Though romantic feelings were not emphasized in the Primordial Land, finding a powerful Dao companion was a tacit understanding among everyone.

Unless one was like Zhen Yuanzi and Old Ancestor Hongyun, those good buddies who had no need to step into the mortal world to find a Dao companion for protecting the Dao.

Before the Purple Cloud Palace.

Two other female immortals drew attention—the Taiyin Star Gods Xihe and Changxi.

These sister flowers seemed carved from the same mold, dressed in plain silk robes, graceful and charming, enough to outshine the moon and flowers.

Xihe was like round pearls and smooth jade, her eyebrows and eyes like a painting, her slender waist delicate, her towering peaks prominent, every gesture radiating infinite charm.

As for Changxi, her temperament was cold and noble, her figure slightly slender, yet that cool and distant aura inevitably aroused pity and a desire to completely conquer her.

The sister flowers' allure even surpassed Nuwa's.

Divine sound like threads, auspicious clouds undulating.

Boom!

The calm scene before the Purple Cloud Palace was shattered.

Murderous qi soared to the sky, chaos qi flow shook, space turbulence ran rampant.

From the void, twelve figures emerged.

Their bodies were hundreds of millions of zhang tall, despising all beings of heaven and earth, relying solely on their physical strength to resist the erosion of chaos power.

"Pangu Orthodox Lineage, greetings, fellow Daoists!"

Suddenly!

The Space Ancestral Witch retracted his Ancestral Witch True Body, shrinking to several zhang, and bowed with clasped hands to everyone.

The other Ancestral Witches had different expressions, all withdrawing their divine abilities.

But the majesty of the twelve Ancestral Witches stirred up huge waves before the Purple Cloud Palace.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun, you must not provoke the twelve Ancestral Witches. They are existences you and I cannot afford to provoke. Even if I use the power of the Earth Book, I can at best fight Dijiang to a draw!"

"The twelve Ancestral Witches claim to be the Pangu Orthodox Lineage, transformed from Pangu's blood essence. They created the Wu race, occupy the central land of Buzhou Mountain, disrespect the Heavenly Dao, and solely revere Pangu!"

Zhen Yuanzi said solemnly.

As soon as these words were spoken, all the Innate Great Powers were shocked.

So terrifying!

The Primordial Land was vast, and their understanding of the twelve Ancestral Witches was naturally limited.

"Dao Brother, I still have some discretion!"

Old Ancestor Hongyun patted Zhen Yuanzi's shoulder, giving him a reassuring look.

Though he had done good for countless years to plot for Heavenly Dao merit and had accumulated quite some karmic retribution, he knew who not to provoke.

Among everyone present, probably only the Three Pure Ones had the power to contend with the twelve Ancestral Witches.

After all, Old Master Taiqing was at Late-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, his cultivation level one step higher than the others.

Among the twelve Ancestral Witches, only Dijiang, Zhu Jiuyin, and Houtu had reached Mid-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal; the rest were at Early-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

"I am the Fire Ancestral Witch, all of you, get out of my way!"

Zhu Rong, hot-tempered, along with the Water Ancestor Witch Gong Gong, relied on their powerful bodies to push aside the Innate Gods in front, attempting to find a front position for the other Ancestral Witches.

Thus, the twelve Ancestral Witches inevitably became disgusting.

The Wu race, too overbearing!

"Mixed-feathered bird, I'm talking about you!"

"Get out of my way!"

In the chaos, Zhu Rong slapped a palm toward Eastern Emperor Taiyi's head.

Boom!

Merciless True Sun Fire raged as the Chaos Bell erupted with azure light, smashing into Zhu Rong's right arm.

Crack!

A comminuted fracture, and then Sun Divine Fire devoured Zhu Rong's right arm.

Fortunately, Zhu Rong reacted in time, shielding himself with the Flame Law, barely avoiding being cremated on the spot.

Even as the Fire Ancestor Witch, he was no match for Eastern Emperor Taiyi's True Sun Fire.

"The Innate Supreme Treasure Chaos Bell—it's in his hands?"

At this moment!

Grand Pure Ancestor's eyes sharpened, fixed on the ancient bell in Eastern Emperor Taiyi's grasp.

The Chaos Bell, its body an ancient bronze hue, brimming with Mysterious Yellow Qi, was formed from fragments of the Pangu Axe when Pangu created the world—a supreme treasure equally suited for offense and defense.

Outside the bell, Sun, Moon, and Stars, along with Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water, revolved around it.

Inside the bell, Mountains and Earth, and the Myriad Races of the Primordial World, faintly appeared.

Five-Colored Radiance illuminated the heavens, and Chaos Sacred Might shook the universe.

Truly infinite in mystery, boundless in creation, it could seal time and suppress space.

"The Wu Race truly are brutish and shameless, crude individuals ignorant of the Heavenly Dao. Calling yourselves the Pangu Orthodox Lineage—aren't you afraid the wind will bite your tongue?"

"If we're talking about the Pangu Orthodox Lineage, the Three Pure Ones are born from Pangu's Primordial Spirit. Isn't their background deeper than your Twelve Ancestral Witches?"

"My brother Taiyi and I were born from Pangu's left eye—we too can claim the Pangu Orthodox Lineage!"

Dijun, clad in a golden imperial robe, his face stern, reached out to stop Eastern Emperor Taiyi from acting.

Given the Demon Race's current strength, it wasn't yet time to tear off all pretense with the Wu Race.

Besides, the Purple Cloud Palace was a sage's dojo; starting a battle rashly, spilling blood on the spot, would make the situation hard to control.

Behind Dijun, the Ten Great Yao Saints bared fierce glares, ready for battle at any moment.

Bai Ze, Ji Meng, Gui Che... these were subordinates Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi had recruited, bearing the title of Yao Saints, their cultivation naturally at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm.

The atmosphere froze, killing intent surging.

At this moment, everyone subtly stepped back, leaving space for the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Demon Race's great powers to clash.

The battle was on the verge of erupting!

"Those who insult Pangu Father God die!"

"In this Primordial World, only my Wu Race is the Pangu Orthodox Lineage. The rest of you are mere ants. Who dares to fight me, Gong Gong?"

Another hothead!

Gong Gong, with the force of ten thousand jun, summoned the Water God Halberd, ready to charge at Dijun.

In his eyes, since Pangu created the world, everything in the Primordial World belonged to the Wu Race.

Even the Chaos Bell in Eastern Emperor Taiyi's hand was rightfully theirs!

"We Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain, born from Pangu's Primordial Spirit, hold the Great Dao Merit and Supreme Destiny—we are naturally the Pangu Orthodox Lineage. If the Wu Race behaves like this, they are nothing but a disgrace to Pangu!"

"In This Seat's view, the Wu Race parades the Pangu Orthodox Lineage name only to dominate the Primordial World, plunging Heaven and Earth Beings into mortal peril!"

"Fellow Daoist Dijun, just hit him. We Three Pure Ones have your back!"

Jade Pure Yuanshi transformed into the Primordial World's greatest trash-talker, instantly exposing the Wu Race's ambitions and casting them into irredeemable ruin.

In truth, the Three Pure Ones didn't care much about the Pangu Orthodox Lineage title. As long as they held the Great Dao Merit and Pangu's World-Creation Qi, that was enough.

Fighting a bloody war over a mere name wasn't worth it!

Of course, he also despised the ways of Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

Beings with fur and feathers—Jade Pure Yuanshi was ashamed to be associated with them.

Though the Golden Crow Brothers were powerful in cultivation and rich in spiritual treasures, Jade Pure Yuanshi simply looked down on those two mixed-feathered birds.

No wait, Old Ancestor Kunpeng counted as one too!

"Yuanshi speaks well. We Three Pure Ones support you two fellow Daoists!"

Old Master Taiqing's lips curled slightly.

It seemed this younger brother of his wasn't so dull after all.

At the same time, he pulled back Upper Pure Tongtian, who was eager to fight, and slapped his arm hard a few times.

Spiritual support is enough—there's no need to spill blood!

Such actions naturally fell under the watchful eyes of the Three Thousand Innate Gods.

Among the masses, there were bad people!

"Many thanks, fellow daoists of the Three Pure Ones!"

Dijun smiled without sincerity, cupping his hands in thanks toward Old Master Taiqing, who was full of treacherous schemes.

Originally, he had wanted to pull the Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain into the Demon Race's camp, but now it seemed he had been too rash—none of the top-tier great powers were foolish!

At this moment, Dijun was thrown into disarray.

Should he start a war?

"Our Wu Race does not revere the Heavenly Dao; we solely revere Pangu. We are the orthodox lineage of Pangu, the true and proper ones of heaven and earth!"

"Do not deceive the masses with demon words, or don't blame me for showing no mercy!"

"If this weren't a sage's dojo, I, Dijiang, would certainly spar with fellow daoist Dijun. But since Dao Ancestor Hongjun is about to preach, my Twelve Ancestral Witches disdain to contend with the likes of you."

Dijiang's hand flickered with the Space Law, forcibly suppressing the agitated Zhu Rong and Gong Gong.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches withdrew their divine powers, stood before the Three Thousand Gods, and then sat cross-legged.

The Wu Race did not yet have the strength to sweep through the Primordial World; they needed to bide their time and lie low. They could not afford to become a thorn in the eyes of all the innate gods due to reckless impulse.

Otherwise, the loss would outweigh the gain!

And so, a great war ended before it even began.

Meanwhile, in the chaos, East King Duke and West Queen Mother, having poured out their heartfelt feelings to each other, arrived belatedly!