Displaying Divine Abilities? Mythological Status! Crushing Everything!

Boom!!!

Boom!!!

Boom!!!

Quasi-Saint!

Quasi-Saint!

Still a Quasi-Saint!

The Six Kings of Purple Mansion fully revealed their cultivation, the auras of six Quasi-Saint realm experts freezing the heavens and earth for billions upon billions of kilometers. Even Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire burst forth, and within the void layers, it seemed as though small worlds were being born while countless universes shattered.

"Six Quasi-Saints? What opportunity did East King Duke stumble upon!?"

"The Heavenly Court has undergone many changes, and the Purple Mansion is no different—is this the treatment of being blessed by Tianming!?"

"Are we sure we're living in the same world?"

All the Primordial Great Powers were stunned, and one after another, Primordial experts cursed inwardly.

We struggle endlessly to break through to the Quasi-Saint Realm, yet you Purple Mansion churn out Quasi-Saints in droves?

First the Star Origin, now several Quasi-Saints—this is just absurd!

"Opportunity? I'm afraid this can no longer be described as mere opportunity. Behind East King Duke, there is someone!"

"Who could it be?"

On the imperial throne, Di Jun's brow furrowed slightly before relaxing. Countless fragments of Primordial Continent webnovels flashed through his mind, and his fingers unconsciously twitched as if sensing something. Di Jun paused, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

Whether it matched his guess or not, he would find out by watching!

"Di Jun, do you think I cannot see the flaw in this method? If fortune exists, then the boost exists—but what if fortune wanes?"

"If your Heavenly Court suffers a heavy blow, the backlash you will endure will be even greater, even more severe!"

"Five Quasi-Saints are no match for Nuwa and the others, but stalling them for a while is no issue. Wing King's Quasi-Saint strength is enough to sweep the entire battlefield. What do you have to fight me with? Make your move—that is your only choice."

East King Duke gazed at Di Jun from afar, speaking with a light laugh.

"Well said. When fortune thrives, the boost continues; when fortune wanes, the boost vanishes entirely."

Di Jun nodded slightly, as if in agreement. East King Duke's lips had just begun to curl into a smile when Di Jun's tone shifted. Tilting his head, he looked at East King Duke with a half-smile and said, "But who told you that trash like Pan Wang could stall Nuwa?"

"And who told you that sweeping the battlefield would make a difference?"

Word by word!

Calm and indifferent!

Forceful and resolute!

When Di Jun's words fell, East King Duke sneered dismissively, utterly contemptuous of what Di Jun had said.

Scaring me?

Do you think I was raised on fear?

Keep bluffing—let's see if I believe you!

Opening his mouth to speak, a sudden change occurred. East King Duke's expression shifted, and he whipped his head around.

"This is impossible!"

A cry of shock escaped East King Duke's lips. Even with extreme restraint, a trace of astonishment still appeared on his face.

"This..."

"Hiss..."

"Hiss..."

"Hiss..."

It wasn't just East King Duke. All the Primordial experts and great powers changed color, and gasps echoed from every corner of the Primordial Continent. The crowd of experts who had been watching the drama with relish all shot up from their respective Dao Fields, their faces filled with shock.

Purple Cloud Palace.

Swish!!!

Hongjun's eyes snapped open. Gazing into the Primordial Continent, his brow furrowed deeply, and a strange feeling rose in his heart.

"What technique is this?"

"And what Dao is this?"

"Can a visitor from another realm truly be so special..."

Murmured words escaped Hongjun's lips. Taking a deep breath, he slowly closed his eyes.

Though what was happening now stirred Hongjun's emotions, and even he found it somewhat difficult to fathom, it didn't matter—everything was still within his control, proceeding as he had foreseen.

He was Hongjun, the Heavenly Dao Spokesperson of the Primordial Continent, the First Saint of the Primordial Continent, the First Being of the Primordial Continent, the Dao Ancestor of the Primordial Continent. No matter how many variables arose, the entire Primordial Continent was his chessboard, and all living beings were his pieces—everything was under his command!

On the battlefield of the Primordial Continent.

At the battlefield where Nuwa and the others were, Pan Wang and the rest each manifested their true Innate Being forms. One colossal Dharma Aspect after another blotted out the sky and covered the earth, and their Quasi-Saint Dao Fruits erupted at their peak.

Facing heavyweights like Nuwa, Fuxi, and Taiyi—even as fellow early-stage Quasi-Saints—Pan Wang and the others naturally dared not underestimate them. Compared to these figures, they could only be considered juniors; Randeng was the only one who seemed a bit easier to bully.

"Five Quasi-Saints dare to block us? We're being underestimated."

Taiyi remarked.

As his words fell, Taiyi flipped his palm, and the Chaos Bell appeared in his hand. Runes traced across his brow, as if a trace of immortal, exalted essence was born, something supreme that overlooked all from above infinite dimensions.

A series of booming sounds erupted. Behind him, swirling chaos coiled, boundless mist arose, and phantom images of billions of living beings manifested. All beings bowed in worship, willing power gathering upon him. The Yao Emperor's status, containing a thread of mythological nature, was ignited by Taiyi.

Though only at the early-stage Golden Immortal of the Origin, at this moment Taiyi seemed more like a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin, transcending all!

Humm!!!

Not just Taiyi—Nuwa and Fuxi also activated their full power.

Behind Nuwa, countless realms bolstered her, the flourishing path of humanity transforming into boundless visions of willing power that surrounded her. Vast domains manifested as myriad phenomena, supporting her on all sides. She became like a sovereign of all heavens, an empress of myriad realms—noble, graceful, exalted, and supreme.

Though Fuxi had yet to condense a Mythological Status, his mastery of time and space was equally profound and vast. With a wave of his hand, he gathered a strand of temporal-spatial power. With a sweep of both hands, a zither appeared, time and space merging into it. As the zither's sound rang out, it seemed to stir the true essence of time and space, faintly evolving past, present, and future.

Profound and arcane, wondrous beyond words!

Unparalleled, unimaginable!

"..."

Randeng, who had been about to strike, opened his mouth at the sight, then silently retreated to the back.

Sorry, I've let everyone down. I'm not worthy.

This had turned into a full-on mythological showcase. What was a low-tier guy like him doing stepping in? Just to embarrass himself? He'd better just watch quietly.

Boom!!!

Sensing something wrong, Pan Wang and the others immediately formed hand seals to condense divine abilities, while a host of Magic Treasures evolved countless Divine Restrictions, attacking toward Nuwa and her two companions.

Time itself nearly ground to a halt. The terrifying power seemed to affect the flow of time and space, even the Great Dao turning sluggish.

Clang!!!

Just as the attacks were about to land, Taiyi cast a calm glance. The Chaos Bell rang out, its vast sound spreading as if it could suppress three thousand chaos realms and countless primordial epochs, containing the ultimate essence of annihilation and return to void. All spiritual treasures dimmed, cracks appearing on their surfaces, and every attack dissolved like bubbles.

"Suppress!"

With a single word uttered, Pan Wang's Dao Fruit nearly shattered. The Chaos Bell's vibration directly severed the three flowers above his head, and his cultivation plummeted from the Quasi-Saint Realm down to the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Fuxi and Nuwa followed closely behind. Temporal-spatial power swept forth, and the force of creation surged.

Though of the same realm, they were more like supreme beings!

Overwhelmingly unstoppable!

No power to resist, no chance to fight back.

Faster than anyone could imagine, beyond anyone's comprehension.

In less than a hundred-millionth of a breath, Pan Wang, Thunder King, Azure King, Soul King, and Snow King were all severely wounded!

"You're not Quasi-Saints! You've proven the Dao with strength! Golden Immortals of the Origin!? No! That's wrong—even Golden Immortals of the Origin don't have this kind of power. What is that aura? What kind of status power is that!?"

East King Duke could no longer remain calm. He shot to his feet, face filled with shock and fury, his eyes locked onto Nuwa and the others.

And at that moment, an even greater upheaval occurred!