A Huge Joke, Three Streams of Violet Qi

Mount Sumeru echoed Zhun Ti the horrifying screams of Jieyin, so terrifying that even beings separated by endless time and space could feel the chills of horror.

"What's going on? How did good deeds turn into divine retribution?!"

"Haha... It seems that imitating Empress Wa's creation of humans won't work and will incur divine retribution. It's all thanks to them for setting an example; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable."

"Hehe, I want to laugh!"

"That's too cruel!"

The powerful beings burst into laughter, and the screams of Jieyin Zhun Ti sounded like heavenly music to their ears.

For Jieyin Zhun Ti, not becoming saints as a result was more of a source of comfort and relief.

These two helped them test the waters; creating new species was not feasible.

Yuanshi seeing this, Yuanshi felt immediately relieved.

It was a false alarm.

He was terrified when he Jieyin that scene just now; he really thought that Jieyin and Zhunti Zhun Ti saints.

"The path of creation is blocked. Fellow Daoist Nuwa's creation of humans is ordained by Heaven. Jieyin and Zhunti's actions Zhun Ti add to the ridicule."

Laozi stroked his beard and said with a chuckle.

He understood again.

Tongtian looked puzzled, wondering to himself, "Who was so frightened just now, thinking someone was about to become a saint? And now they're acting like a wise old master..."

"Unfortunately, we no longer possess the Primordial Violet Qi, and are unable to comprehend the opportunity to become saints," Yuanshi said regretfully, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

Only by becoming a saint can one wash away the humiliation of the past; otherwise, revenge will never be possible.

Once the three brothers become saints, Ling Xiao will no longer be a threat.

"Hehe, there's no need to worry about that. The Dao Ancestor said that we are Heaven-Appointed Sage," Laozi continued, his expression calm and his gaze profound, as if he were lost in thought.

Yuanshi nodded, feeling somewhat at ease.

Mount Sumeru, the terrifying lightning tribulation dissipated, leaving only a scene of devastation. 129,600 Buddha Clan had been reduced to ashes, not a single one was left.

Jieyin and Zhun Ti lay sprawled on the ground, their skin torn and their bodies charred black, motionless, their breath barely perceptible.

A short while later they got up, their hair a mess, their eyes vacant, their faces blank as they stared around.

My brain has short-circuited.

In the Purple Heaven Palace, Hongjun withdrew his gaze and unconsciously let out a long sigh.

That feels good.

If these two wretches weren't still somewhat useful, he would have hacked them to death on the spot, to avoid getting angry just looking at them.

The desire to become a saint is understandable, but that's not how it comes about.

The order of Heaven-Appointed Sage; ultimately, the Three Pure Ones must first attain sainthood before it is the turn of the two West.

With this thought, Hongjun sent a decree to Mount Yujing. Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian, upon receiving the decree from the Dao Ancestor, showed joy on their faces and set off for the Purple Heaven Palace.

The Sea of Blood and endless lightning tribulations receded, and the Minghe floated listlessly. He had been struck, but not too severely.

The strangest thing is that the Asura Clan he created was not destroyed, but survived, though in an abnormal state.

Those groups of Asura tumbled and intertwined on the Sea of Blood, in pairs, energetically playing a symphony of the human body.

Looking out, the endless Sea of Blood was everywhere, a truly awe-inspiring spectacle.

The smile on Minghe's face froze; he was startled and bewildered by the Asura's actions.

"What are all these things?"

"Did I really create them?"

"Why is it that the species I created, as a deity of such high moral character, are nothing like me?"

Minghe's face turned almost green; all he could hear were those indescribable sounds rising and falling. He could no longer hold back.

Of course, this doesn't mean we have to join in.

"You bastards! A bunch of disgraceful wretch, get out of here!"

Minghe roared in fury, almost unable to resist slapping them all to death.

How can this be explained if other fellow cultivators see it in broad daylight?

They've lost all sense of shame!

The thousands of Asura paused for a moment, then turned to look at the Minghe in unison. A look of fear flashed in their blood-red eyes, and then they all plunged into the water in a flash.

The indescribable sounds and magnificent spectacle finally vanished.

For the first time in his life, Minghe felt what tranquility truly meant.

But not long after, a familiar sound faintly echoed from the bottom of the water.

"Destruction it, then rebuild it!" Minghe was dumbfounded. Not only did it fail to achieve sainthood, but it also created these things.

However, since it was created by his own hands, like his own child, he still felt somewhat reluctant to Destruction it all.

Then, he looked West and burst into laughter when he saw the scene of Mount Sumeru.

Jieyin and Zhunti fared even worse; not only were all the species they created destroyed, but they themselves were also cleaved beyond recognition.

Compared to that, he won by a huge margin.

Mount Sumeru, Jieyin and Zhunti watched their hard work being destroyed, was filled with grief and indignation.

Why did it fail...?

Zhun Ti muttered to himself, his mind in a daze, experiencing the rapid changes from peak to trough.

"The Asura Clan, created by the Minghe, was not Destruction?"

Jieyin his supernatural powers to observe the situation in the Sea of Blood, he initially thought the Minghe was in the same dire state as them, but in fact, it wasn't.

The Asura Clan is still doing well; although this race is somewhat outlandish, they have survived.

How can something like this survive? What is the Heavenly Dao thinking?

"I know! It must be because of the Minghe Styx that our creation failed!" Zhun Ti's mind raced, and he instantly realized this, his face showing shock and anger.

Jieyin looked thoughtful and said calmly, "Whether it is or not is still unknown."

He wasn't sure, but he had a feeling it was possible.

At the same time.

The Three Pure Ones arrived at the Purple Heaven Palace.

"Teacher, we've arrived." Yuanshi bowed and spoke first.

Hongjun sat high on the Nine-Layer Cloud Bed, his gaze sweeping over the Three Pure Ones. He raised his hand and grabbed, and three streams of Primordial Violet Qi appeared in his hand.

It has a fresh taste.

It's clearly fresh out of the oven.

"Take good care of these three strands of Primordial Violet Qi; do not lose them."

Hongjun said solemnly, "Even for him, the Primordial Violet Qi is not something he can obtain at will, without paying any price."

The Three Pure Ones respectfully accepted the Primordial Violet Qi. Yuanshi and Tongtian absorbed it into their bodies without hesitation, while Laozi held the Primordial Violet Qi, seemingly hesitant.

"Absorb the purple energy into your bodies, and I will send you out to prevent you from being targeted by that scoundrel again." A strange glint flashed in Hongjun's eyes as he spoke calmly.

The "disgusting little Laozi" he spoke of was naturally Ling Xiao. Upon hearing this, Laozi absorbed the Primordial Violet Qi into his body, then bowed and thanked him, saying, "Thank you for your holy grace, Master."

Yuanshi and Tongtian also bowed in gratitude.

Hongjun nodded in satisfaction, then raised his hand and pointed, opening a passage to send the Three Pure Ones directly back to the Primordial World.

To prevent the Three Pure Ones from returning to the Chaos and being caught by Ling Xiao.

He had even anticipated this.

Naturally, some precautions were taken.

After the Three Pure Ones left, Hongjun summoned Haotian and Yaochi, giving them important instructions.