Primordial Wilderness: I Repeatedly Offered Poisonous Schemes! Houtu Advised Me to Calm Down

And at every moment, calamities of wind, fire, lightning, and thunder descended.

His aura plummeted with each passing instant.

As if he might fall from the Quasi-Saint realm at any moment!

Too miserable, utterly miserable.

And this was all within the span of a single instant before the Pangu Great Hall had fully descended.

There was no escape.

The Pangu Great Hall's aura had locked onto everything.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi stared in despair at the descending Pangu Great Hall, as if it intended to crush him and the Demon Race's Heavenly Court behind him together.

It shouldn't have been like this!

At the very least, not this miserably!

He was a Quasi-Saint!

Eastern Emperor Taiyi trembled, enraged, yet also terrified.

Because if he were truly suppressed by the Pangu Great Hall, he might actually be ground to nothing.

A Quasi-Saint was hard to kill, but if suppressed and slowly worn away, even a Quasi-Saint would die.

Just as the Pangu Great Hall was about to fully descend.

Finally, Di Jun arrived.

Because Eastern Emperor Taiyi had managed to hold on for a single breath.

Another Great Sun Golden Crow descended, channeling the erupted Top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, the River Diagram and Luo Book, to mobilize the entire Heavenly Court's grand formation.

Together with dozens of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, they struck and drove the formation.

Directly shielding Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

And opposing the Pangu Great Hall, whose power had already been mostly spent by Eastern Emperor Taiyi.

Rip—

Boom, rumble—

One after another, the palaces of the Demon Race's Heavenly Court exploded.

The Heavenly Court formation, built over several epochs of accumulation, was shattered by more than half in the blink of an eye.

Countless members of the Demon Race were caught in the aftermath.

One by one, the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals let out muffled groans.

And just as nearly all the formations were about to collapse.

The Pangu Great Hall halted.

Its power fully exhausted.

The Twelve Ancestral Shamans descended in true form, recalling the Pangu Great Hall. Their towering, heaven-spanning figures surrounded the entire Heaven Realm, looking down upon the Demon Race's Heavenly Court.

In that moment, the Demon Race was grievously wounded. Their strongest combatant, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, was severely injured, and dozens of Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, along with Di Jun himself, were all bearing wounds.

There was no denying it—the Demon Race had fallen to their lowest point in this instant.

Not long ago, they had been the blazing center of heaven and earth's dominion, but in a mere moment, the tables had turned, breaking off most of the Demon Race's grand momentum.

All of it stemmed from that sudden appearance of the Heavenly Tribulation Dao Fruit!

Many Great Divine Ability Users gazed from afar.

Their expressions were subtle.

The Heavenly Dao had acknowledged the Demon Race's Heavenly Court, as if favoring the Demon Race, yet the subsequent appearance of the Heavenly Tribulation Dao Fruit had become the greatest calamity for the Heavenly Court. How bizarre.

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Chapter 14: Second Sermon Blocks the Wu Clan, Hongjun Targets the Wu Clan! (Begging for Flowers and Monthly Tickets)

"It seems it's still not easy to pick a side!"

This thought arose in the hearts of many Primordial Wilderness powerhouses.

Not only because the Demon Race's might had suffered greatly, but also because the Heavenly Tribulation Dao Fruit had lost control and backfired, proving that the Demon Race had no way to master the Heavenly Tribulation. In the future, they were destined to accumulate Karma from tribulations and incur the resentment of all races.

These were all factors affecting the grand situation.

Of course, for now, they were still only influences. Any Great Divine Ability User could see that the Demon Race, embracing all comers and backed by the Heavenly Dao's endorsement, had boundless potential, far greater than the Wu Clan.

In fact, most Great Divine Ability Users leaned toward the Demon Race's success.

After all, the Wu Clan was too arrogant and proud, caring only for their own kin. If they became the rulers of heaven and earth, other Great Divine Ability Users would certainly not fare well.

Yet, just as they were thinking this—

The war raging above the Nine Heavens showed signs of continuing.

The Twelve Ancestral Shamans descended upon the Heaven Realm, summoning laws one after another as if intent on annihilating the Demon Race's Heavenly Court in a single stroke.

Witnessing this, many Great Divine Ability Users were somewhat startled.

"Wait, could the Wu Clan be trying to seize this opportunity to launch a decisive battle?"

"Where do they get the confidence?"

"It's just Dijiang, a single Quasi-Saint."

"Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals are hard to kill, and the Demon Race still has a Quasi-Saint of their own—even if severely wounded, once they catch their breath, they'll be no easy foe!"

"If the enemy manages to escape, can the Wu Clan truly withstand the retaliation?"

Many Great Divine Ability Users failed to understand the Wu Clan's reasoning.

Similarly, divisions arose among the Twelve Ancestral Shamans themselves.

Some Ancestral Shamans grew restless, eyeing the wounded Eastern Emperor Taiyi, eager to seize the moment and achieve a decisive victory, even triggering a full-scale war.

But others hesitated.

Because a Quasi-Saint was difficult to kill.

Even the Wu Clan now only had a single Quasi-Saint; catching the enemy off guard and wounding them was already a stroke of luck. Now that the opponent had recovered, killing them would be exceedingly difficult.

Yet before they could make a decision.

Behind the Heavenly Tribulation Dao Fruit, Chu Xuan shook his head.

"Withdraw. There's no opportunity left."

Before the Ancestral Shamans could ask why.

Suddenly, the other Ancestral Shamans who controlled the Heavenly Tribulation Great Dao all changed expression at once.

They sensed a terrifying Heavenly Dao authority.

Instinctively, they released their grip on the Heavenly Tribulation Great Dao.

A certain majestic power smoothed over the lingering ripples of the Heavenly Tribulation Great Dao—it was the power of the Heavenly Dao.

Within the Heavenly Court, the Heavenly Tribulation Dao Fruit suddenly extinguished.

It split back into six Dao Fruits, their auras plummeting straight down, returning to the level of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal.

From the Chaos, a slow bell tolled.

Boom—

The entire Primordial Wilderness trembled, all Great Daos were smoothed flat, and a terrifying sacred might descended from Chaos, pressing down indiscriminately on every powerhouse.

Under the majesty of a Saint, no powerhouse could make a move, lest they be seen as challenging the Saint.

The bell tolled, and the Great Dao arrived on schedule.

"The Heavenly Dao has been perfected ahead of time. In three thousand years, the second lecture at Zixiao Palace will begin, expounding the path of the Quasi-Saint. All who are fated may come and listen!"

The faint voice spread across the entire Primordial Wilderness, accompanied by the will of the Heavenly Dao, amplifying its momentum.

Heavenly flowers rained down, golden lotuses surged from the earth, and an ethereal purple aura blanketed the entire Primordial Wilderness.

Seeing this, the Demon Race rejoiced, while the Ancestral Shamans' faces changed.

Because with Dao Ancestor Hongjun setting the date for the lecture, the Wu Clan could no longer launch a great war.

To do so would be to scorn the Saint!

This was an unspoken understanding.

And also a mark of respect for the first Saint of this world, the Dao Ancestor!

Even the proud Ancestral Shamans had to acknowledge their reverence.

But one thing had to be said.