The Immortal Chief's Words Are Ignored, Primordial Gourd Sparks Dispute

Di Jun's idea did have some feasibility.

But at this moment, all the experts around were drawn and captivated by the supreme spiritual roots, with no time for anything else.

The six Primordial Gourds before them were far more tangible than empty fame.

After all, fame could be contested later, but if the gourds were gone, they were truly gone.

And the benefits Di Jun could offer now could never surpass the Primordial Gourds, not to mention the risk of bearing the Ancestor Wizards' retaliation.

After a brief deliberation, Di Jun took a deep breath and said coldly:

"Abandon the Primordial Gourds for now! Second Brother, you focus on suppressing time and space. We'll use the Hunyuan Heluo Great Array to find an opportunity to retreat!"

Meanwhile, on the other side, the other great powers had begun a new struggle over the Primordial Gourds.

With the Golden Crow Brothers and the Ancestor Wizard group absent, exactly six parties remained in the field.

Dong Wangong stepped forward and declared in a clear voice:

"Everyone, now there are six ripe gourds, and we happen to be six parties."

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, his expression calm and composed, as he raised his hands slightly:

"This Humble One has just been appointed Immortal Chief by the Saint. Why not let me take charge? We six parties each take one gourd—wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Hearing this, everyone felt a surge of contempt in their hearts.

Freshly appointed as Immortal Chief, and already eager to wield the special privilege of that title?

Bei Ming's gaze was cold as it fell on the high-spirited Dong Wangong, and he thought to himself:

'The Dao Ancestor gave you the name of Immortal Chief, but the substance of that title, you'll have to earn yourself.

If everyone present here followed your suggestion, wouldn't that tacitly acknowledge you as the Immortal Chief?

Gaining both the name and a Primordial Gourd—there's no such good fortune.'

This reasoning was clear to everyone present, and as their eyes met, none would grant Dong Wangong his wish.

Leaving aside the recognition of the "Immortal Chief identity," even just this method of distribution was doomed to satisfy no one.

Bei Ming wanted one;

Fuxi himself didn't care, but he had already resolved to fight for one for Nüwa.

That alone accounted for two gourds.

As for the Three Pure Ones, they wanted one each, which made three more.

Seeing the cold expressions on everyone's faces, Dong Wangong's composure wavered. His heart sank, and his eyelids twitched slightly as he prepared to say something more.

But Yuanshi spoke first, his voice steady and carrying an inherent authority:

"We three brothers are the Orthodox Lineage of Pangu.

There are six gourds here. We won't take them all, but taking three—one for each of us brothers—is not excessive."

Tongtian's sword light flashed as he casually twirled a sword flourish, his Sword Momentum sharp and his sword intent chilling, backing his second brother:

"What Second Brother said is right. We take three, and the rest are yours to fight over."

Laozi said nothing, his eyes half-lowered, his face calm and unreadable.

Yet the Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang Exquisite Pagoda above his head blazed with even brighter Divine Light, its radiance heavy and its pressure spreading outward, clearly setting a precedent for this claim.

"This..." Dong Wangong's face showed difficulty, his smile stiffening slightly.

Once the Three Pure Ones spoke, no one dared to take them lightly.

Dong Wangong inwardly lamented. These three had always acted with overwhelming force as they walked through Hong Huang Zhi Zhong, and his attempt to leverage the situation to seize control would likely prove difficult.

Bei Ming summoned the Hongmeng Measuring Ruler. As the ruler's light emerged, a vast aura of Hongmeng energy spread forth:

"In Hong Huang Zhi Zhong, strength has always been the measure of all things. I shall take one."

Seeing the ruler in Bei Ming's hand, Zhunti's head still throbbed faintly.

Fuxi stepped forward, his tone calm but carrying an unyielding resolve:

"I can do without one, but I must have one for my younger sister, Nüwa."

Bei Ming turned his gaze to Dong Wangong, a faint, knowing smile on his face:

"Fellow Daoist, what now? On our side, there are two demands."

Hong Yun smiled, raising his hand to point at one of the gourds:

"I feel that one of these gourds has a connection with me."

Hong Yun had always done good deeds, mostly protecting the weak.

Earlier at the Purple Cloud Palace, it was precisely because Zhunti and Jieyin had played the pitiful role that they had moved him.

But what followed proved he had misjudged them.

Now, looking around, everyone present was formidable—where were the weak?

Since that was the case, he naturally had to fight for a share of fortune for himself.

Zhen Yuanzi spoke with measured calm:

"The Primordial Gourd has no fate with this Poor Daoist. But since it does with Hong Yun, I shall aid him in contending for it."

Zhunti said with a beaming smile: "Fighting and killing is hardly pleasant. Give us one gourd from the West, and my senior brother and I will not interfere."

Yuanshi saw Zhunti's smile and immediately shot back:

"You two style yourselves as Western Guests! The Gourd Vine is a treasure of the East—it has no fate with you all! Withdraw at once!"

Zhunti shook his head, his smile undimmed:

"Fellow Daoist Yuanshi, spirit treasures belong to the fated ones. What distinction is there between East and West?"

Ming He let out a cold laugh, a sword in each hand—Yuan Tu and A Bi.

The sword edges gleamed with grim cold, and a bloody aura spread forth.

Both swords were Top-Grade Innate Spirit Treasures, embodying the Laws of Slaughter, with the wondrous property of killing without incurring karmic debt—a perfect match for Ming He.

Seeing this, he added: "Time is precious. Mere words will get us nowhere.

I find what Fellow Daoist Beiming said to be true—in the Primordial Wilderness, strength reigns. Let each of us rely on our own abilities."

Tongtian's fingertip traced lightly along the edge of Green Ping Sword. The blade instantly hummed without cease, bursting forth with ten thousand zhang of cyan light.

"Clang—!"

A Sword Cry shot to the heavens. A fierce Sword Qi slashed through the air, pulling back the curtain and opening the battle. The Three Pure Ones charged first.

They rushed straight for the Gourd Vine.

At the same time, the others moved almost in unison. Divine Light soared to the sky; spirit treasures emerged together.

Ming He squared off against Zhunti and Jieyin;

Blood Sha churned, and karmic fire swept forth;

Yuan Tu and A Bi, the Dual Swords, danced together, their Blood light grim and cold, every strike lethal.

Zhunti withdrew his smile and swung the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, clashing fiercely with Ming He's sword light.

Jieyin's face was solemn; his Dharma form flickered faintly. He raised high the Precious Canopy, golden light blazing, to withstand the boundless killing intent.

Fuxi and Nüwa stood shoulder to shoulder, facing Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi from afar.

Zhen Yuanzi's Earth Book possessed formidable defensive power. With his protection, Nüwa and Fuxi could barely deal any damage.

On the other side, Beiming alone faced Dong Wangong and Queen Mother of the West.

The spirit treasures Hongjun had just bestowed were not yet refined and could not be used;

However, as the most top-notch existences among the Innate Gods, both possessed Personal Spirit Treasures.

Dong Wangong swept his sleeve wide. Pure Yang Sword left its sheath, its sword light blazing, carrying the supreme might of Pure Yang, and slashed straight at Beiming.

Beiming's Hongmeng Measuring Ruler swung down with force. The ruler's light was like Opening Heaven and Earth, a heavy strike smashing into Pure Yang Sword.

"Boom—!"

Heaven and earth shook violently. Dong Wangong's expression shifted sharply. His chest tightened, and he was knocked back several steps, his blood and qi surging.

Yet this sword strike was not truly meant to win—it was to create an opening for Queen Mother of the West.

Queen Mother of the West raised her jade hand. The Kunlun Mirror floated above her head, its mirror light blazing. Within the brilliant Divine Radiance lay the power of time and space, sweeping toward the Gourd Vine.

To counter this treasure, Beiming had long prepared. He shouted coldly: "Absolute Time!"

The Eternal Age Hourglass was offered up. Grains of sand flowed in reverse; Streaming Light turned over.