The Winds and Clouds Rise, the Heavenly Court Moves, a Mythological Imperial Dynasty?

In the Eastern Sea, at Mount Fangzhu, the Purple Mansion Headquarters established by the East King Duke, the Head of Male Immortals, stood. Before Donghua Palace, the East King Duke clasped his hands behind his back, gazing at the heavens, a cold smirk curling at the corner of his lips.

"Di Jun? Hah, a feathered beast dares to covet the Primordial World? I am the Dao Ancestor's personally appointed Head of Male Immortals. Do you truly think you can contend with me? Ridiculous!"

With a contemptuous glance toward the Thirty-three Heavens, the East King Duke turned and strode into Donghua Palace, simultaneously sending a sound transmission summoning all the strong experts of the Purple Mansion for a council.

Contempt was one thing, but due attention was still necessary—after all, Di Jun and Taiyi's strength was plain to see, hardly to be underestimated. Reality was no fiction; there was no room for endless arrogance and invincibility. Everyone had a brain, after all.

Mount Buzhou, within the Ancestral Witch Hall.

"What a Di Jun! The East King Duke tries to unify the Primordial World, and Di Jun has to stick his hand in too! We are the descendants of Father God! We are the true orthodox of the Primordial World! The Primordial World should be guarded by us!"

Zhu Rong, one of the twelve Ancestral Witches born from Pangu's twelve drops of essence blood, roared in fury.

"Enough. If they want to fight, let them fight. In the end, it will all become our wedding dress. For now, let us use Father God's heart to nurture our kin. Once our Witch Clan emerges, everything will be settled."

Di Jiang's gaze was deep and profound as he spoke calmly.

"Yes."

Zhu Rong said no more and continued with the other Ancestral Witches, using their own essence blood to gestate and create their kin.

Mount Buzhou, the Cave of Creation.

Nuwa and Fuxi were drinking tea and discussing the Dao. When they heard Di Jun announce the establishment of the Human Dao Heavenly Court, both Nuwa and Fuxi raised their heads, their gazes fixed on the heavens.

Nuwa seemed stirred, a trace of confusion and shifting light passing through her eyes, while Fuxi's gaze gradually grew resolute.

"The East King Duke has established the Purple Mansion, and now Di Jun has founded the Human Dao Heavenly Court. I can sense the Karmic Tribulation Qi in the world gradually rising. It seems a new tribulation is about to be born. Beneath the tribulation, those who have not attained the Dao are mere ants, at constant risk of falling."

"Little Sister, you are a Heaven-Appointed Saint. As long as the opportunity matures, you will surely attain the Dao. Once you do, you will transcend the world and be free from the tribulation. I wish to join a faction to seek a chance at enlightenment."

Fuxi looked at Nuwa, took a deep breath, and spoke solemnly.

"Elder Brother, the Dragon-Han Tribulation of the past was too brutal. No one knows what this tribulation will bring. Perhaps you should wait until it ends before seeking your chance."

Nuwa bit her cherry lips, her expression worried.

"I know my own situation well. The tribulation is dangerous, but it also holds infinite possibilities. If I do not step into it, my path to enlightenment will be even more distant. Little Sister, do not try to dissuade me. I understand."

Fuxi gave a faint smile.

"Then Elder Brother, you must be careful. If anything happens, discuss it with me."

Seeing this, Nuwa stopped persuading and simply urged him.

"I understand."

Fuxi nodded and said with a smile, "I'm not saying I'll join a major force right now. Let me observe first, and then decide."

"Mm."

Nuwa responded, then turned her gaze back toward the Thirty-three Heavens. "I also wish to visit the Heavenly Court."

"Little Sister, you are a Heaven-Appointed Saint. Why would you need to join any faction?"

Fuxi asked in surprise.

"Not to join. I am merely stirred by what Di Jun said about the Human Dao."

Nuwa shook her head.

Kunlun Mountain, within Taiqing Palace.

As the Primordial Spirits transformed from Pangu, Taiqing, Yuqing, and Shangqing were cultivating together. When Di Jun's voice rang out, all three were startled awake and looked toward the void.

"We are Heaven-Appointed Saints. The turmoil outside has nothing to do with us. Second Brother, Third Brother, focus on comprehending the Primordial Violet Qi and seek your chance at enlightenment."

Taiqing's expression was indifferent as he spoke calmly.

"Yes."

"Yes."

Yuqing and Shangqing withdrew their gazes without objection.

West Kunlun, Longevity Mountain, the Western Lands, the Eastern Sea, the Sea of Blood.

The entire Primordial World churned with hidden currents and surging storms following Di Jun's establishment of the Heavenly Court. Countless great powers and strong experts harbored their own thoughts, sinking into contemplation. The vast Primordial World felt as if a storm was brewing.

At the same time, at the center of the Chaos, a palace faintly visible and entwined with Three Thousand Order Divine Prohibitions, seemingly connected by the Three Thousand Great Daos, an old Daoist slowly opened his eyes.

This palace was none other than the famed Purple Cloud Palace—the origin of the Three Thousand Guests of the Purple Cloud Palace!

And this old Daoist was none other than the first saint of the Primordial World, the Dao Ancestor, the Heavenly Dao Spokesperson—Hongjun!

"Di Jun... it has finally begun. I hope you do not disappoint me."

Gazing into the void, Hongjun's eyes seemed to cross boundless space and land upon the Thirty-three Heavens. Watching Di Jun, who was in the midst of establishing the Heavenly Court, a trace of a smile appeared at the corner of Hongjun's eyes. Then he closed his eyes once more.

The Thirty-three Heavens, the First Heaven.

"Thirty-three Heavens are too many. Let it be Nine Heavens."

Sensing his cultivation break through to the Primordial Golden Immortal Realm, a hint of a smile curved at the corner of Di Jun's lips as he looked into the void. The moment his calm words fell, Di Jun reached out and grasped the void.

In an instant, heaven and earth shook. A colossal, jade-white hand that seemed larger than the world itself, blotting out the sky, descended upon the Thirty-three Heavens.

The Emperor's Great Dao activated. Rune after rune of the Great Dao manifested in Di Jun's hand. With a clench of his fist, a series of thunderous explosions erupted, rolling booms spread, boundless waves of heat surged, Earth, Wind, Water, and Fire rampaged, and streams of Vital Energy churned. Before the moved and stunned gazes of all, the entire Thirty-three Heavens was directly compressed by Di Jun into the Nine Heavens.

Boom!!!

An intangible sound erupted. As the Thirty-three Heavens merged into the Nine Heavens, the originally imperfect order and incomplete Great Dao of heaven and earth were directly perfected. The entire celestial realm truly broke through to the Middle Thousand World level.

"Brother, Your Majesty, you've broken through?"

Taiyi's face lit up with joy as he asked excitedly.

Di Jun smiled faintly and nodded slightly, then his expression immediately turned serious again.

"From now on, the first heaven shall be named Taihuang Heaven, the second heaven Seven Luminaries Heaven, the third heaven Taiji Heaven, the fourth heaven Xuanming Heaven, the fifth heaven Yuanzai Heaven, the sixth heaven Taian Heaven, the seventh heaven Wuji Heaven, the eighth heaven Haoting Heaven, and the ninth heaven Daluo Heaven."

His gaze sweeping across, Di Jun spoke with authority.

"Yes!!!"

"Yes!!!"

"Yes!!!"

The myriad beings of the Heavenly Court replied in unison.

"Taiyi, handle the construction of the Heavenly Court and the formation of all departments. Imperial We need to go into seclusion to stabilize Our realm. If there's nothing urgent, leave a message for Us. If there's an emergency, notify Us immediately."

Di Jun said in a deep voice.

"Yes."

Taiyi answered at once.

With a flicker of his form, Di Jun vanished from where he stood.

In Daluo Heaven, Di Jun waved his hand to create a palace and then walked inside.

Sitting cross-legged, he sensed the mysteries of the Primordial Golden Immortal Realm before opening his eyes again.

"As expected of the Method of Imperial Dynasty. By consolidating the Heavenly Court into an imperial dynasty, I can directly use the Heavenly Court's destiny to enhance my comprehension and cultivation. If the Heavenly Court improves further, I can even grant that enlightenment to others."

"Directly comprehending the Great Dao to condense the Great Dao Origin is more difficult than Proving Dao by Severing Three Corpses, but the strength gained is far greater, and there are no hidden dangers. With the imperial dynasty's support, there's no need to worry about slow progress."

"But... it's not enough!"

His eyelids drooping slightly, countless thoughts flashed through his mind. Di Jun took a deep breath and turned his gaze toward the Primordial Continent.

Not enough!

Far from enough!

If he wanted to break free from his shackles, if he wanted to transcend Destiny, how could merely the Method of Imperial Dynasty be sufficient!

"The Method of Mythological Imperial Dynasty."

A murmured whisper escaped Di Jun's lips.

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