Hongjun Intends to Preach, the Golden Crows and the Wu Clan

The heavens and earth fell silent; mountains, rivers, and vegetation trembled, and the minds of billions of living beings were shaken to their cores.

This pressure was terrifying to the extreme, as if demanding that all living things bow down in worship.

Fortunately, the six of them were situated at the Mount Buzhou Summit, relying on the residual pressure of Pangu to barely hold their ground, preventing them from being forced to their knees.

Even so, they all wore grave expressions with stern eyes, stopping their movements in succession.

Beiming and Di Jiang exchanged a glance, returning to their companions with a silent understanding.

The next instant, sacred and ethereal Dao sounds drifted from beyond the heavens—grand and distant, yet whispering as if right beside their ears:

"Lying high upon the nine-fold clouds, the prayer mat reveals the true Dao."

"Beyond the Heaven and Earth, Mysterious and Yellow, I shall be the honored teacher."

"Pangu gave birth to the Taiji, the Two Forms and Four Symbols follow."

"One Dao passed to three friends, the two sects of Chan and Jie divide."

"Leader of the Mystic Gate, one breath transforms into Hongjun."

The heavenly sounds echoed, blanketing the world and shaking the boundless Primordial Wilderness.

"This Seat is Hongjun. Having attained the Dao and become a saint, I shall preach in the Purple Cloud Palace of the Hundun ten thousand years from now. Those who are fated may come to listen!"

As the final syllable of the Dao sound fell, the void still resonated, but the terrifying pressure that had shrouded the world slowly dissipated, and the heavens and earth returned to tranquility.

At the Mount Buzhou Summit, everyone wore different expressions.

Nüwa let out a soft breath, her beautiful eyes revealing a sense of gravity as she whispered:

"Attaining the Dao and becoming a saint... It seems a predecessor has already taken this step first."

Beiming's eyes were deep as he looked at Di Jiang and spoke slowly:

"Three Ancestor Wizards, this matter is of great importance. Must our duel continue?"

Ru Shou's tiger-like eyes widened, and he sneered: "Attaining the Dao and becoming a saint? What grand airs!

I want to see what kind of character this is! Even so, there is still a span of ten thousand years.

Today's battle is today's business; there is absolutely no possibility of giving up halfway!"

She Bi Shi's eyes burned with intense fighting spirit as he muttered in a low, sharp voice:

"Didn't Hongjun just say it? The Purple Cloud Palace is in the Hundun.

And we are at the Mount Buzhou Summit, the peak of the Primordial Wilderness; going beyond the heavens is but a single step away!

Compared to other cultivators, we are already far ahead. Since that is the case, we must determine the victor!"

Di Jiang stepped aside and said steadily:

"Fellow Daoist Beiming, since that is the case, let the duel continue."

Though he said this, Di Jiang had no intention of attacking again.

Having just admitted defeat in the Returning Ruins, he would not go back on his word the moment he emerged; furthermore, with the Sage preaching at the Purple Cloud Palace in the Hundun, their Wu Clan also needed to go and join the crowd to see if this so-called Sage could produce anything of value.

He might encounter some old enemies on the way, so Di Jiang had to seize the time to recover from his recent injuries.

As Di Jiang's thoughts turned to Di Jun and Tai Yi, he could not help but narrow his eyes.

Although Di Jun was still in his developmental stage and had not yet formally established the Demon Race, his methods of development had already created some conflicts with the Wu Clan.

Whenever the Wu Clan expanded and attacked other clans, Di Jun would appear as if he had a tracking device, often arriving with Tai Yi to obstruct the Wu Clan's expansion.

These two brothers avoided the strong to strike the weak, never engaging the Wu Clan head-on, but instead fighting a guerrilla war to cover the retreat of other clans.

By using this method to build prestige at the expense of the Wu Clan, Di Jun and Tai Yi were now seen as heaven-sent saviors in the eyes of the Ten Thousand Clans of the Primordial Wilderness.

As the leader of the Wu Clan, how could Di Jiang not see the strangeness in this?

He suspected that these Three-legged Golden Crow Brothers were secretly brewing some grand conspiracy against the Wu Clan.

However, the speed of the Golden Crow Transforming Rainbow was extremely fast; if they were determined to flee, only the Space Ancestor Wizard Di Jiang and the Wind Ancestor Wizard Tian Wu could keep up with them.

Moreover, the two brothers were powerful and possessed a Spirit Treasure capable of deduction, always avoiding the Ancestor Wizards to prevent direct confrontation.

In the few times they had met, there had been no actual fighting, only distant observation, leaving the Ancestor Wizards unable to probe their true strength.

Now that the Sage was preaching, Di Jiang was certain that these two Three-legged Golden Crows would never miss this opportunity.

At this very moment, at the Mount Buzhou Summit.

Heavenly winds howled, black clouds rolled, and the aura of slaughter surged into the sky from the summit.

With Beiming's participation, the situation reversed instantly, and the positions of offense and defense shifted completely.

Since Ru Shou and She Bi Shi insisted on fighting, Beiming could not be bothered to say more. He swept out with the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler in his hand, each strike carrying the power of opening Heaven and Earth.

Nüwa raised the defense of the Refining Heaven Furnace, the light curtain flowing to firmly envelop Beiming, allowing him to attack with all his might without needing to divide his focus for defense.

Fuxi was responsible for providing support; the sound of his zither surged, and the Changge Sword pierced through the air, the sword and the melody weaving together into a symphony of slaughter.

The majestic Hongmeng Measuring Ruler, paired with the sharp, piercing melodies of Fuxi's Qin, was specialized in subduing all forms of defiance.

She Bi Shi and Ru Shou unleashed their divine abilities in rapid succession; gale-force winds, torrential rains, thunder and lightning, and endless waves of sharp metal Qi emerged, yet each was shattered in turn.

The Ruler Shadow spanned the sky, and every time it descended, it slammed into the formidable Physical Bodies of the two Ancestor Wizards, leaving their Blood Qi roiling, their skin torn, and their bones and tendons fractured.

Before long, She Bi Shi and Ru Shou's auras waned, their bodies swaying as they finally struggled to hold their ground.

Though Bei Ming and Fuxi held the absolute upper hand, they maintained a sense of propriety, tempering their offensive and stopping short of delivering a lethal blow.

The two Ancestor Wizards stumbled back, their auras floating and unstable, before shifting back into their Dao Body forms to return to Di Jiang's side, looking utterly miserable.

"Big Brother..."

Ru Shou's expression was complex, his chest heaving violently as he whispered, "We... have also been defeated."

She Bi Shi's face was ashen; he stared at the trio opposite them and said in a low voice:

"It is just as Ju Mang said. His Spirit Treasure is incomparably powerful."

Di Jiang gazed at his two younger brothers, his eyes filled with heartache yet still carrying a hint of admonition:

"A Spirit Treasure is also a part of one's strength. Though you lost this battle, you need not be discouraged.

Now that the duel has concluded, you should take the time to summarize your experience so that you may address your shortcomings in the future."

"Summarize our experience??"

Ru Shou's face was full of confusion, his Furrowed Brows knit together as he failed to grasp his eldest brother's meaning for a moment.

He muttered to himself: What is there to summarize?

The first half of the match clearly saw him and She Bi Shi suppressing Nüwa and Fuxi;

Although they had never managed to break through their defenses, the opponent's attacks had only caused superficial wounds when they landed on him;

He could have stood still and let them scrape away at him without issue.

But in the second half, they had been suppressed and beaten by that Bei Ming wielding his supreme treasure, leaving absolutely nothing of value to learn from.

She Bi Shi's eyes were gloomy, his body still covered in blood, as he mused in a low voice: "It is still that our Physical Bodies are not strong enough.

If we could ignore the Measuring Ruler just as we ignore other offensive Spirit Treasures;

We would eventually break through their defenses!"

As he spoke, a look of unwillingness appeared on She Bi Shi's dark green face, and his fists clenched until they cracked.

Upon hearing this, Ru Shou nodded heavily, his eyes resolute: "Big Brother, She Bi Shi is right!"

Bei Ming, Nüwa, and Fuxi exchanged a glance, all of them wearing expressions of composure and grace as they Clasping fists in unison and spoke clearly:

"Three Ancestor Wizards, this battle is concluded. We shall meet again!"

Di Jiang stood with his hands behind his back, his face stern, before he raised his hands to Clasping fists and responded in a deep voice:

"The three of you, we shall meet again at Purple Cloud Palace!"