Divine Powers Hard to Obtain: One Qi Transforms into Three Purities, Two Forms Evolve Kun Peng

Upon hearing Dong Wangong's plan, Queen Mother of the West's expression remained unchanged as she gave a slight nod:

"I shall return to West Kunlun first. When the Sage's preaching ends, we will discuss this matter in detail."

Dong Wangong clasped his fists in reply: "Then let it be as you say, fellow Daoist."

The two turned away from each other, their auras gradually receding;

One headed for Kunlun, the other for the East Sea.

At the same time, the confrontation between the Golden Crows and the Ancestor Wizards also came to an end.

Tai Yi's face was covered in cold sweat, his complexion pale, as he strained to drive the Chaos Bell.

The bell's sound rumbled, suppressing the four directions, and by borrowing its Time-Space Power, he forcibly held the Twelve Ancestor Wizards still for an instant.

Seizing that brief moment, Di Jun immediately supported the exhausted Tai Yi, transformed into a rainbow light, and tore through the void to flee.

Because Di Jun had taken the Hetu and Luoshu with him, the Hunyuan Heluo Great Array instantly lost its foundation, leaving only a residual phantom, its divine wonders gone.

The Twelve Ancestor Wizards, having recovered their senses, were hearts connected and struck out in unison, easily tearing the array apart.

But by the time they charged out of the formation, the Golden Crow brothers had already fled far into the sky, their escape light speeding straight toward the Sun Star.

"Big Brother!" Zhurong's face was full of killing intent, flames of rage burning in his eyes as he spoke urgently:

"Those two mixed-hair birds got away—should we chase them?"

Di Jiang shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Forget it! With your speed, you cannot catch them.

If I went alone, I could easily cross space, but bringing you along would only slow me down.

This time, we have seen their abilities—nothing more.

In terms of pure strength, they are no threat to the Wu Clan. The urgent task now is to conquer the remaining clans and bring them under Wu Clan Rule."

Gonggong's eyes gleamed with cold light as he sneered: "Big Brother is right!

Those two mixed-hair birds rely solely on Father God's Chaos Bell. Without that treasure, we would have skinned and plucked them long ago!"

The Ancestor Wizard of Lightning, Qiangliang, frowned and spoke with a heavy tone:

"Big Brother, the other clans of the Primordial Wilderness are extremely resistant to our Wu Clan's rule.

They resist fiercely and are spread far and wide, infiltrating every corner of the Primordial Wilderness.

Though our Wu Clan warriors are all elites, their numbers are too few to suppress the ten thousand clans."

"You fool!" Xuanming snorted coldly, her gaze dark and chilling, carrying a grim killing intent:

"If they resist, you suppress them! Those who rebel can serve as blood food for the Wu Clan! Let blood shock the ten thousand clans into submission—wouldn't that be satisfying?"

"Enough!" The Time Ancestor Wizard, Zhu Jiuyin, spoke coldly, his voice carrying an irresistible pressure:

"Those who need suppressing will naturally be suppressed. But remember—excess is as bad as deficiency!

Our Wu Clan aims to rule the Primordial Wilderness, to stand at the peak of all clans, not to slaughter the Primordial Wilderness until only the Wu Clan remains alive!"

Di Jiang then nodded, exuding an unquestionable authority: "Zhu Jiuyin speaks sense!

In the process of conquest, killing is unavoidable.

But as each of your tribes expands, you must maintain a sense of propriety. Do not act recklessly, and use your heads when facing problems!"

The other Ancestor Wizards clasped their fists and replied: "As you command!"

But agreeing was one thing; truly doing it was another matter entirely.

When was a sense of propriety ever easy to grasp?

Among the development of the various Ancestor Wizards' tribes, only Houtu's Governed Tribe acted with relative steadiness, able to balance contending for supremacy with growth;

As for the other tribes, most still paved their way with blood, established prestige through slaughter, and used iron-fisted means to suppress the ten thousand clans.

The resentment of the Primordial Wilderness's myriad clans toward the Wu Clan grew day by day—this was precisely the perfect external environment Di Jun sought for uniting all clans.

Back on the Sun Star, Di Jun was already calculating in his heart that once the Sage's preaching ended, it would be time to formally establish the Demon Race.

Before this, as he traveled the Primordial Wilderness, he had secretly contacted many experts and reached tacit understandings with the chieftains of numerous clans.

When the time was ripe, with ten thousand clans united and stars surrounding the sun, they would surely be able to stand as equals against the Wu Clan!

On the other side, Bei Ming rode the Free and Unfettered Journey, his figure cutting across the sky as he returned to Changbai Mountain.

Clouds and mist lingered among the peaks, fairy clouds and yinyun shrouded the summit, and spiritual energy surged skyward.

Previously, Bei Ming had resolved the Ancestral Vein Sha Qi, and now the mountain's spiritual energy flowed smoothly, full of vitality.

As his Spiritual Sense swept lightly, he could detect that the living beings on the mountain were far more numerous than before, and the cultivation of plants and spiritual birds had all improved.

Bei Ming stood atop the mountain peak, his gaze flickering slightly, and thought to himself:

'Come to think of it, it has been a long time since I returned to the North Sea. Once Hongjun's Third Preaching ends, I should go back and visit my old friend, the Mystic Turtle.'

The Great Void Palace stood towering, its halls magnificent, immortal light flowing.

In the front hall, the Guardian Spirit Beast and attendant, Han Chi, was patrolling outside the palace gates, his eyes alert.

Suddenly catching sight of Bei Ming's figure descending from the void, Han Chi's eyes lit up with spirit, and he immediately stepped forward, bowing respectfully:

"Han Chi greets the master!"

"No need to be polite." Bei Ming's eyes carried a hint of scrutiny: "Primordial Unity Golden Immortal late stage cultivation—not bad."

He clasped his hands behind his back and spoke slowly: "This Seat is rarely at the Great Void Palace. If you have leisure, you may walk freely in the Changbai Mountains. The Primordial Wilderness now teems with experts, and Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals are not few. With your Primordial Unity Golden Immortal cultivation, do not rashly contend with others; caution is best."

Han Chi replied respectfully: "Disciple understands!"

By Bei Ming's judgment, given Han Chi's foundation and talent, if he cultivated steadily, during the Calamity of the Witches and Demons, he would have been nothing more than a decent cannon fodder. But in the era after the Witches and Demons, he could still vie for a spot among first-rate experts.

"You may withdraw." Bei Ming instructed. "I will be in seclusion for a time."

"As you command." Han Chi bowed, then retreated to continue his focused cultivation.

Bei Ming stepped into the Great Void Palace. The hall's doors soared into the clouds, flowing with an ancient and dignified Dao Rhyme. In the main hall, green jade paved the floor, divine light coiled around, and a prayer mat sat quietly at the center, steady and still.

Bei Ming sat cross-legged. The Dao Rhymes of Wind Law and Water Law slowly circulated, and in the void, phantom images of Kun and Peng emerged. Kun's shadow was vast, swallowing the Four Seas; Peng's wings spread, soaring through the nine heavens. The two reflected each other, as if Yin and Yang merged, water and wind complementing one another.

A thought flickered through Bei Ming's mind. It was said that Laozi possessed a great divine ability called One Qi Transforms into Three Purities, allowing him to manifest three clones from his own power. These three clones possessed extraordinary combat strength. Some claimed that Laozi was the first among the Three Purities to gain sentience, having accidentally obtained a sliver of the origins of Yuqing and Shangqing, which later enabled him to comprehend this great ability. During the Investiture of the Gods, Laozi used One Qi Transforms into Three Purities to beat Tongtian within the Zhuxian Formation—yet still could not break the formation. From this, it could be inferred that those three clones did not truly possess the power of a Saint. Perhaps only the Taiqing clone could temporarily contend with a Saint, while the Yuqing and Shangqing clones, lacking sufficient origin, ultimately fell short of the Saint realm. If not for this, there would have been no need to invite the Two Saints of the West to assist at that time. The karmic debt owed to the Saints from that battle paved the way for the Journey to the West, driving the realization of Western Prosperity and indirectly leading to the decline of the Mystic Gate.

Bei Ming steadied his mind and activated the The Great Void Two Forms Art, coordinating it with Wind Law and Water Law. Guided by the inherited technique, he intended to attempt using the origins of Kun and Peng to forge a divine ability called "Two Forms Evolve Kun Peng," so that in future battles against multiple enemies, he might have an extra trump card.