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

After 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. Once the End of Sage Preaching arrives, we can discuss this matter in detail."

Dong Wangong clasped his fists in reply. "As you say, Daoist Friend."

The two turned away, their auras gradually drifting apart;

One headed for Kunlun, while the other made 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 was covered in cold sweat, his face pale as he desperately urged the Chaos Bell.

The bell sound boomed, suppressing the four directions. Borrowing its Time-Space Power, it forcibly restrained the Twelve Ancestor Wizards for an instant.

Seizing that brief instant, Di Jun immediately supported the severely depleted Tai Yi, transforming into a streak of rainbow light and fleeing through the air.

Because Di Jun had taken away the Hetu and Luoshu, the Hunyuan Heluo Great Array instantly lost its foundation, leaving behind only a phantom remnant devoid of all wonder.

Having recovered their senses, the Twelve Ancestor Wizards, their hearts connected, struck together and effortlessly tore the great array apart.

Yet when they burst out of the array, the Golden Crow Brothers had already fled far beyond the horizon, their Escape Light racing straight toward the Sun Star.

"Big Brother!" Zhurong's face was filled with killing intent, fury blazing in his eyes as he urgently asked:

"Those two mixed-hair birds got away. Should we chase them?"

Di Jiang shook his head and said heavily, "Forget it! With your speed, you cannot catch them.

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

This time, we have seen their capabilities. They are nothing remarkable.

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

Gonggong's eyes gleamed coldly as he sneered. "Big Brother is right!

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

Qiangliang, the Ancestor Wizard of Lightning, frowned, his tone grave:

"Big Brother, the other races of the Primordial Wilderness are extremely resistant to Wu Clan Rule.

They resist fiercely and are spread far and wide, scattered throughout the Primordial Wilderness.

Although our Wu Clan warriors are all elite, our numbers are too few to suppress the Ten Thousand Clans."

"You idiot!" Xuanming snorted coldly, her gaze icy and carrying a trace of chilling killing intent:

"If they resist, suppress them! Those rebels can serve as blood food for the Wu Clan! Use blood to intimidate the Ten Thousand Clans—wouldn't that be satisfying?"

"Enough!" Zhu Jiuyin, the Ancestor Wizard of Time, spoke coldly, carrying an irresistible pressure:

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

Our Wu Clan seeks to rule the Primordial Wilderness and stand at the peak of the Ten Thousand Clans, not slaughter the Primordial Wilderness until only the Wu Clan remains alive!"

Di Jiang immediately nodded, his presence carrying unquestionable authority. "Zhu Jiuyin is right!

Killing is unavoidable in the course of conquest.

But as your respective tribes expand, you must maintain a sense of propriety. Do not act rashly; use your brains more when facing problems!"

The other Ancestor Wizards all clasped their fists and answered, "We obey!"

Still, agreeing was one thing; truly accomplishing it was another.

How could sense of propriety be so easy to grasp?

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

As for the other tribes, most still paved their way with bloodshed, establishing prestige through slaughter and suppressing the Ten Thousand Clans with iron-blooded methods.

The Ten Thousand Clans of the Primordial Wilderness grew increasingly resentful toward the Wu Clan, and this was precisely the perfect external environment Di Jun needed to unite the Ten Thousand Clans.

After returning to the Sun Star, Di Jun was already planning to formally establish the Demon Race once the End of Sage Preaching arrived.

Previously, while traveling the Primordial Wilderness, he had secretly contacted quite a few experts and reached tacit understandings with the leaders of many clans.

Once the time was ripe, the Ten Thousand Clans would unite, stars surrounding the sun, and they would surely be able to stand against the Wu Clan as equals!

Elsewhere, 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 mountains, fairy clouds filled the Mountain Peak, and spiritual radiance soared into the heavens.

Bei Ming had previously resolved the Ancestral Vein Sha Qi. Now, spiritual energy flowed through the mountain's terrain, leaving it full of vitality.

With a gentle sweep of his Spiritual Sense, he discovered that the living beings in the mountain had clearly flourished far more than before, while the cultivation of its plants and spiritual birds had also improved.

Bei Ming stood atop the Mountain Peak, his gaze flickering as he thought to himself:

Come to think of it, I have not returned to the North Sea in a long time. Once Hongjun's Third Preaching ends, I should make a trip back and visit my old friend, Mystic Turtle.

Great Void Palace stood towering and majestic, its palace halls grand as Immortal light flowed through them.

Outside the front hall, Han Chi, the guardian spirit beast and boy attendant, was patrolling before the palace gates with alert eyes.

Suddenly, Bei Ming's figure descended from the void. Han Chi's eyes brightened, and he immediately stepped forward and bowed respectfully:

"Han Chi welcomes Master!"

"Dispense with the formalities." Bei Ming's eyes held a trace of scrutiny. "Cultivation at the late stage of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm—not bad."

With his hands behind his back, he said slowly, "This Seat is rarely at Great Void Palace year-round.

When you have free time, you may wander Changbai Mountain as you please.

Now that powerful experts are emerging throughout the Primordial Wilderness, there are no few Great Luo Golden Immortals.

With your Taiyi Golden Immortal cultivation, do not rashly contend with others. Caution is best."

Han Chi respectfully replied, "This disciple understands!"

By Bei Ming's estimation, with Han Chi's foundation and talent, if he cultivated steadily, he would merely be high-quality cannon fodder during the Calamity of the Witches and Demons.

But in the era after the Wu-Demon conflict, he could still compete for the position of a first-rate expert.

"You may withdraw." Bei Ming instructed, "I will enter seclusion for a while."

"Understood." Han Chi bowed, then withdrew and continued cultivating diligently.

Bei Ming stepped into Great Void Palace. Its doors towered into the clouds, suffused with ancient and majestic Dao Rhyme.

Within the main hall, Green Jade paved the floor, divine light lingered in the air, and a prayer mat rested silently at the center, steady and still.

Bei Ming sat cross-legged. The Dao Rhyme of wind and Water Law slowly circulated, while the phantoms of Kun and Peng emerged in the void.

The Kun phantom was vast, swallowing and exhaling the Four Seas; the Peng phantom spread its wings and soared through the nine heavens.

The two reflected one another, as though Yin Yang merged and water complemented wind.

A thought flashed through Bei Ming's mind.

It was said that Laozi possessed the Great Divine Power One Qi Transforms into Three Purities, allowing him to use his own body to manifest the Three Pure Ones' avatars.

Those Three Pure Ones avatars possessed extraordinary combat strength.

Some claimed that Laozi had been the first among the Three Pure Ones to develop spiritual intelligence, accidentally obtaining a trace of Yuqing and Shangqing's origins, which was why he later comprehended this Great Divine Power.

During the Investiture of the Gods, Laozi used One Qi Transforms into Three Purities and gave Tongtian a thorough beating within the Zhuxian Formation;

Yet he still could not break the formation.

From this, it could be inferred that those three avatars did not truly possess the abilities of a Saint.

Perhaps only the Taiqing avatar could temporarily contend against a Saint;

As for the Yuqing and Shangqing avatars, their origins were insufficient, and they ultimately could not reach the Saint Realm.

Otherwise, there would have been no need to invite the Two Saints of the West to assist.

The Saint karma owed from that battle laid the groundwork for Journey to the West, driving the realization of Western Prosperity and indirectly causing the Mystic Gate's decline.

Bei Ming gathered his thoughts and circulated the Great Void Two Forms Art, combining it with the Wind Law and Water Law;

Guided by the inherited cultivation technique, he intended to see whether he could use the origins of Kun and Peng to create a divine power called Two Forms Evolve Kun Peng;

That way, when facing multiple enemies in the future, he would have another trump card.