All Descend! Crushing! Instant Kill! Dominance!

Boom!!!

The Heavenly Palace descends!

Taiyi, Nuwa, and Fuxi step forth.

The Myth Imprint is instantly triggered, and profound, abstruse mythical traits manifest from Taiyi and the others. Though they flash by in an instant, they are as vast as an abyss and as boundless as the sea, broad and majestic.

Randeng and Kunpeng strike directly. With a wave of Randeng's hand, billions of divine lamps transform from phantom shadows into solid forms, as if the void itself forms a formation sealing all directions. Boundless energy tides erupt, unleashing the Great Dao Power of various elements and characteristics, shrouding the heavens.

Kunpeng's Dharma Body True Form sweeps up Divine Beasts and Exotic Birds, as if gods and devils coexist in the world. Numerous imprints are activated, carrying the innate talents of many races. Chaos surges, myriad laws smelt together, and a Chaos Great Seal condenses, crashing toward the Ten Kings of Zifu. Kunpeng follows closely behind, charging head-on with his physical body.

Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

Boom! Boom! Boom!!!

Heaven and earth shake, rumbling without end.

The power of a Great Annihilation surges endlessly. The terrifying aura fills the void with destruction, spreading countless cracks. The Three Pure Ones and other Primordial Great Powers exchange glances, then silently retreat to a distance, deciding to play it safe.

Why should they meddle in the war between the Heavenly Court and the Purple Mansion?

Do they really think they're fools?

If they help the Purple Mansion and the Heavenly Court wins, they'll be purged sooner or later. Can they really band together forever? Even if they seize the Enlightenment Tea Tree, they won't be able to hold it.

Helping the Heavenly Court is the same story.

Both sides are eerily abnormal, filled with deep schemes and conspiracies. Only a fool would get involved. Let things be and stay aloof. If both sides suffer losses, won't there be a chance to pick up the spoils?

In a single breath, it feels like eternity.

The scale and terror of the battle nearly freeze the surrounding rules and Great Dao, as if even the Great Dao itself is repelled. The flow of time and the movement of space become sluggish and solid.

In just an instant, countless divine abilities and wondrous techniques are unleashed. With a wave of their hands, both sides create boundless Minor Worlds with a single thought, carrying the power of myriad realms' destruction as they charge forward.

Magic Treasures radiate golden divine splendor and brilliant rosy clouds, as if containing the wonder of illuminating the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, emitting incomparable brilliance.

"Rip!"

Kunpeng's hands, like true dragon claws, tear apart a Purple Mansion High-Rank directly. In an instant, blood rains down as the heavens roar endlessly. Before the High-Rank's flesh and Dao Fruit can recover amid the interweaving Great Dao, Kunpeng completely suppresses him.

A mark gradually appears in the void. The root of his true spirit imprint is pierced through by Kunpeng's innate divine ability, utterly erased.

Fallen!

"Take this!"

Randeng opens his mouth and spits out Chaos Flame, forged from the essence of countless divine lamps, enveloping a Purple Mansion High-Rank entirely.

Burning flesh!

Incinerating origin!

With a wave of his hand, billions of divine lamps hang high in the sky like shining stars, dazzling and brilliant, also like a surging waterfall, endless and unceasing, directly washing away his imprint from existence between heaven and earth.

Another Purple Mansion High-Rank falls!

Nuwa waves her delicate hand, unleashing a fierce Human Race Intent. Behind her, it seems she bears the realm of billions of humans, carrying the immeasurable Human Race Great Power. Above her head, the Great Dao interweaves, forming an illusory crown. The Lord of Humanity imprint on her brow grows clearer.

Taiyi shakes the Chaos Bell in his hand. Countless Innate Divine Wills are drawn into it, as if containing the faith and wish power of billions of the Yao Race. The sound waves spread, carrying the power to suppress myriad chaos and contain the destruction of myriad Hongmeng. Time and space seem frozen. One after another, Yao Race nations rise behind him.

As for Fuxi's attack, though it lacks the flashy spectacle and overwhelming momentum of Nuwa and Taiyi, it contains the wonder of returning to simplicity. The Zither Sound ripples, internalizing the true meaning of the Great Dao. Each note of the zither becomes a Great Dao Attack. Even a single wisp of its aura pierces the void and shatters space.

An instant!

One hundred billionth of a billionth of a breath!

Five Heavenly Court giants strike simultaneously, attacking together!

Irresistible, vast and mighty!

Fallen! Fallen! Still fallen!

In an instant, over five Purple Mansion High-Ranks fall. The entire battle becomes a crushing rout, without resistance, without any power to contend.

Even with the blessing of the Great Dao Origin, even with the blessing of the Purple Mansion Fortune, facing Nuwa and the others, they are all suppressed, unable to even put up a fight!

By the time the remaining High-Ranks come to their senses, by the time the onlookers react, only four Purple Mansion High-Ranks remain on the spot!

The Four Kings look at each other, their eyes still carrying a trace of confusion. Their hearts tremble, their faces filled with fear, their eyes nearly splitting. They never expected such an outcome.

We just wanted to test the waters, to run if things went wrong. And in that brief moment of testing, we got instantly killed???

Boom!!!

Purple qi streams, auspicious qi ribbons, momentum spreads, immortal might surges.

The Purple Mansion Projection arrives. A giant hand extends from the void, as if crossing boundless space, trying to grab the remaining four.

"Try moving, and see what happens."

Just as East King Duke extends his arm, a calm and indifferent voice sounds from the Nine Heavens. A loud bang erupts. The projection of the Heavenly Realm's Nine Heavens appears, majestic and dazzling immortal light shooting in all directions, as if illuminating the entire Primordial Continent, reflecting infinite splendor.

Above the Nine Heavens, a blurry yet majestic figure seems to overlook all things from a higher dimension. Though unmoving, it makes one feel its terrifying and lofty will.

As soon as Di Jun's words fall, the Ten Directions Heavenly Saints appear in various parts of the void. Billions of Heavenly Soldiers and Generals gradually materialize from nothing.

The sky over a radius of billions upon billions of trillions of kilometers quickly turns dark. Only the faint light of the Ancient Stars flickers. The Three Hundred Sixty-Five Main Stars gradually become clear, as if about to descend. Billions of Ancient Stars surround them, ready at any moment to form a formation, imprint, and array.

Grand Formation of the Stars of the Heavens!

Boom!!!

The atmosphere nearly froze at this moment. Nuwa and the others surrounded the remaining four Purple Mansion kings, the Grand Formation of the Stars of the Heavens ready to manifest at any moment in the void. Above the nine heavens, Di Jun's silhouette was indistinct yet fixed in its gaze.

At this sight, let alone others, even the watching Primordial Great Powers felt a terrifying pressure. Their very hearts trembled in waves, as if an overwhelming momentum bore down upon them, and the operation of their Dao Fruits seemed to grow sluggish.

"Di Jun, do you truly mean to force This Venerable One?"

East King Duke's voice, tinged with anger, pierced the clouds and shook heaven and earth.

"And if I do?"

"East King Duke, do you wish to wage war against the Heavenly Court? Do you wish to wage war against Imperial We?"

"Leave these four behind. As for you, withdraw."

Di Jun's voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable dominance, as if his words were law. What he spoke was truth, was principle, and under heaven, none dared defy it.

"Fine, fine, fine! Very well, Di Jun. Just wait. Just wait!"

After a brief silence, East King Duke seemed to erupt in fury yet had no choice. He slowly withdrew his arm, and all the strange phenomena swiftly vanished, as if they had never existed.

"Di Jun forced East King Duke back without even appearing? The Head of Male Immortals has fallen to this?"

Even if they had guessed as much, seeing it with their own eyes left all the Great Powers feeling unreal, dazed and bewildered.

When had the East King Duke, who once strode across the Primordial Era with unrivaled arrogance, become like this?

"Di Jun... the Heavenly Court's might grows more terrifying by the day. Is it truly going to take control of the entire Primordial order?"

One Primordial Great Power after another wore complex expressions, unable to help drawing in a sharp breath.