Each Had Their Own Designs; Minghe Founded a Sect

Dijiang was furious. He rushed out and shattered the void as he Jieyin Zhun Ti.

He was reckless, fearless, and utterly headstrong.

This is a male sorcerer who can withstand a brutal beating from the combined might of the Three Pure Ones and still survive.

"Dijiang, are you courting death!?" Zhun Ti coldly, and the Seven-Treasure Wonderful Tree swept out in an arc, blocking in front of him.

"Om-long..."

A melodious Daoist chant rippled outwards, briefly freezing Dijiang in mid-air, resulting in a stalemate between the two sides.

"You're asking for it! Today, either I'll kill you, or you'll kill me!"

Dijiang's sudden outrageousness and boiling fighting spirit made him dare to slap Hongjun even if he were standing in front of him.

This powerful aura momentarily Zhun Ti Jieyin and Zhunti, a hint of suspicion flashing in their eyes.

Where does Dijiang get such confidence?

Are you really not afraid of death?

Something's not right. Normally, Dijiang, who has achieved physical sainthood, couldn't even defeat one of them, let alone both of them together.

"They have something to back them up..."

Jieyin's gaze shifted slightly; he already understood that Pangu's will might not have left and might still be following the Ancestral Witch. Otherwise, how would these wretched creatures dare to challenge them?

"Dijiang, this misunderstanding is now wiped clean. You may all leave."

He said calmly that he wanted to persuade the Ancestral Witch to retreat, but he was unwilling to take action.

If this continues in front of everyone, we'll lose all face.

"Misunderstanding?" Dijiang sneered, his eyes flashing with cold light, his doubts becoming even clearer.

Jieyin Zhun Ti were indeed up to no good, secretly plotting against their Witch Clan. Now that they've been exposed, they're naturally in the wrong.

"Brother, may the Father God bless you with invincibility! Kill them!"

Just as he was pondering, Qiangliang behind him let out a furious roar that shook the heavens and earth and was magnificent in its momentum.

Dijiang's lips twitched, a strange sense of shame washing over him. But Jieyin and Zhun Ti didn't see it that way. Qiangliang's unintentional remark had sparked their imaginations again.

Too sensitive!

The two exchanged a silent glance, both seeing the apprehension and wariness in each other's eyes.

Just as they thought, the Pangu Will had not left and was protecting the Ancestral Witch here.

Terrifying!

"Kill!"

Just as they were feeling wary, Dijiang shattered the arc and charged forward. His younger siblings were watching from behind, and as the eldest brother, he couldn't let them down.

At this moment, the Little Pangu was born again.

"Be cautious and just repel them!" Jieyin to Zhun Ti, signaling him to be vigilant and calm.

Putting aside Pangu's protection, the Witch-Demon Catastrophe have not yet passed, and the Ancestral Witch cannot be killed. Even if they could be killed, it wouldn't be them.

"Understood, watch me..."

"Smack!"

Before Zhun Ti could finish speaking, a crisp sound rang out, Dijiang's massive hand, capable of shattering all things, transcended time and altered space, slapped down with a resounding crack.

Zhun Ti's head was knocked askew, and half of his face was numb.

"Who I am?"

Where am I?

In that very instant, he was actually slapped in the face by Dijiang?

"Has Dijiang become stronger, or have I become weaker?"

Zhun Ti questioning the meaning of life; he seemed to still be caught up in the dream he had just experienced, and he appeared somewhat dazed.

At this moment, even the powerful beings who witnessed this scene couldn't hold back their laughter and burst out laughing, unable to suppress it despite their efforts.

For some reason, it seemed like this wasn't the first time they'd seen Zhun Ti get slapped; it felt strangely familiar.

"Dijiang, you're asking for death!"

Once he came to his Zhun Ti, Zhunti roared, his killing intent soaring to the heavens. He was truly enraged. As Sage, he could see all living beings in the world in an instant, and he was aware of the reactions of many powerful beings.

At that moment, he was almost driven mad with anger.

"Junior brother, restrain your anger!" Jieyin, fearing that Zhunti Zhun Ti, quickly sent a telepathic message to stop him.

Zhun Ti were to kill Dijiang, the end result might be mutual destruction, with Zhunti himself also being dragged down with him.

"Boom!"

Zhun Ti didn't respond, but angrily struck. It wasn't his senior brother who was slapped, which is why he was able to remain so calm.

"Foolish!"

Jieyin cursed under his breath and joined the battle, but more so to prevent Zhun Ti from killing Dijiang.

The battle between these three "Saint Realm" powerhouses resounded throughout the West Heavenly Realm, shaking the universe and intimidating all directions.

The powerful figures were filled with fear, but they still kept a close eye on the battle.

After an unknown amount of time, a deafening Daoist voice suddenly resounded from the endless, deep Sea of Blood.

"Heavenly Dao's will is supreme. I, Minghe, have sensed the disorder in the world and have established the Asura Sect to protect the Primordial World and guard the four directions!"

These sounds resounded Primordial World, carrying a powerful will and even a sense of holiness.

"The Minghe has established a religion!?"

The powerful figures looked on in surprise and turned their gazes toward the endless Sea of Blood.

The Minghe stood with its arms outstretched in a sacred manner, swearing an oath to the heavens and awaiting the response of the Heavenly Dao.

This is imitating the saints who established the religion!

Minghe wants to become a saint!

"First came the example of Empress Nuwa creating humans, then came the imitation of various saints establishing religions and becoming saints themselves. Minghe is truly relentless in his pursuit of sainthood!"

The powerful beings lamented that since the Three Pure Ones, Jieyin, and Zhun Ti saints, many powerful beings had tried to emulate them by establishing their own sects and becoming saints, but the Heavenly Dao ignored them completely, and without exception, they all failed.

I never imagined that after so much time, the Minghe would begin again.

Did they come prepared?

At this moment, above the endless sea of Sea of Blood, Minghe stretched out his arms wide, his face holy, and his eyes revealed excitement.

Yuanshi came to borrow the Northern Banner last time, he shared his experience in establishing a religion, and he specifically reminded him not to be too hasty.

After a long period of preparation, Minghe felt the time was right.

This is a time of chaos, with conflicts everywhere: the Witch Clan, the demon clan, the Human Race, and the great war in the West. All of this proves that the Primordial World is in great turmoil and disorder, and someone needs to stand up and maintain order.

Isn't this just the right timing?

He has longed to become a saint for far too long!

I don't want to wait a moment longer.

The Minghe looked up, waiting expectantly, its heart filled with countless thoughts.

At the same time.

Purple Heaven Palace.

Hongjun's face was filled with anger as he looked at Minghe's ugly and irritating face, and he was furious.

He was already angry because of the battle between Jieyin, Zhun Ti, and the Ancestral Witch, and then the wicked Minghe came to add fuel to the fire.

They even tried to emulate others by establishing their own religions and becoming saints.

Don't you even know if you're cut out for this?

Thinking of this, Hongjun's eyes flashed even colder, "Since you've brought this upon yourself, then you can't blame me..."

Above the Sea of Blood, Minghe waited for a while without any movement. A hint of suspicion flashed in his eyes, and his heart began to panic.

Why is there no reaction from Heavenly Dao?

"Could it be... that one's merits are insufficient, and one needs to Zhun Ti a grand vow like Jieyin or Zhunti?"

Minghe, quick-witted as ever, immediately grasped this point. After all, there were precedents to follow, so it wasn't hard to guess.

He immediately coughed twice and began to swear an oath.

"When I become a saint..."

"Boom... crackling..."

A deafening roar echoed from the endless depths of space; the Heavenly Dao had finally responded.