Law of Thunder, Western Destiny

Dijiang's eyes flickered as the void shifted and changed. After a brief moment, he let out a cold laugh and said, "Forget it, I shall spare their lives for now."

His gaze had been fixed on the three figures atop the Sun Star. Two of the auras were quite weak, but the figure in the center was somewhat unfathomable.

Dijiang did not take it to heart; the three crows shared the same root and origin, much like they, the Ancestral Witches, and their strengths would not differ significantly.

Even if one were stronger, it wouldn't be by much.

Just as Houtu had said, their conflict with the Three Pure Ones was a dispute over inheritance, which was excusable.

But to strike at the three crows as well might alert all the great powers, causing them to unite against the Witch Clan, which would be a loss that outweighed the gain.

"Let us return!"

Dijiang withdrew his gaze and said with a smile. The remaining Ancestral Witches nodded, having no objections.

In any case, it was just a casual matter; whether they acted or not was of no consequence.

"They finally left."

On the Sun Star, Di Jun and Tai Yi could not help but breathe a sigh of relief as they watched the Twelve Ancestral Witches depart one after another.

The atmosphere just now had been too tense; it was a hair-trigger situation where a fight could have broken out at any moment.

Only by experiencing the pressure of the Twelve Ancestral Witches firsthand could one truly understand how terrifying it was.

"I am going into seclusion. I will not emerge until I reach the perfection of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal."

Di Jun had been deeply struck; not only was his brother more capable than him, but he couldn't even defeat the Ancestral Witches.

This was something he found difficult to accept.

"Include me as well."

Tai Yi did not say much more. He was not as lively as before, showing that he, too, had felt the pressure.

Ling Xiao smiled silently. Provoked by the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the fighting spirit of Di Jun and Tai Yi had been ignited.

Presumably, they had truly sensed the crisis.

That was exactly as it should be.

Staying honestly on the Sun Star to cultivate was better than anything else.

"I, too, should go and cultivate."

Ling Xiao returned beneath the Fusang Wood. Here, he could be closer to the Law of Yang, and deep within the Sun Star, it was also highly beneficial for cultivating the Law of Fire.

By now, his insights into these two laws had already pushed his cultivation into the late stage of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal.

If his insights into the Law of Space and the Law of Earth could catch up to these two, his cultivation might not increase much, but his combat power would see a massive boost.

Ling Xiao's eyes flickered as scenes flashed rapidly before him—the battle between the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the Three Pure Ones.

He was experiencing it over and over, comprehending that profound power of the laws.

At the same time, he was multitasking, sensing the three thousand laws within the Chaos Bead.

Comprehending laws was a slow process; unless one could fall into a state of sudden enlightenment, one might gain nothing even after exhausting millions of years.

In the blink of an eye.

Three thousand years had passed.

During these three thousand years, the friction between the Witch Clan and the Ten Thousand Races grew increasingly intense, and the scattered Ten Thousand Races slowly learned to be clever.

If they couldn't win, they would change locations, or they would strike once and then move elsewhere.

Yet the Primordial World was too vast, boundless and without end, so even though the Witch Clan was so angry they were jumping with rage, there was nothing they could do.

Although the Ten Thousand Races could not defeat the Witch Clan, they had no trouble running away.

Sun Star.

Ling Xiao also awakened from his seclusion. The moment he opened his eyes, lightning flickered, and a single strand tore through the void.

Creation and destruction, birth and death, never-ending.

"Law of Thunder..."

Ling Xiao whispered to himself, the smile on his face gradually growing brighter.

In these three thousand years, he had gained insight into the Law of Thunder.

As one of the most violent forces in heaven and earth, the Law of Thunder could greatly enhance his destructive power.

"Go."

Ling Xiao raised his hand and pointed. A strand of clear energy shot out and landed on the ground before him. Thunder surged and raged, gradually transforming into a human shape, identical to himself.

"One Breath Manifests Three Crows!"

Ling Xiao pointed repeatedly, and the source energy of fire and the source energy of earth flew out, transforming into the likenesses of Di Jun and Tai Yi.

This was the clone technique rewarded by the system. Originally "One Breath Becomes Three Pure Ones," it was now his, so naturally, he had to change it to "One Breath Manifests Three Crows."

This method differed somewhat from the one Laozi used in the original story; Laozi's "One Breath Becomes Three Pure Ones" was more for deception and lacked the combat power of the original.

Otherwise, during the Investiture of the Gods, Laozi could have shattered the Immortal-Slaughtering Formation all by himself.

The One Breath Becomes Three Pure Ones rewarded by the system allowed the manifested clones to possess up to ninety percent of the original's combat power for a certain duration.

It was a genuine, heaven-defying divine skill.

Ling Xiao raised his hand and pointed, retracting his clones; otherwise, if Di Jun and Tai Yi saw them, they might misunderstand his intentions.

For instance, Laozi's One Breath Becomes Three Pure Ones might have been cultivated by stealing the origins of Yuanshi and Tongtian.

As the eldest of the Three Pure Ones, Laozi had taken form the earliest, making it easy for him to meddle while Yuanshi and Tongtian had yet to take shape.

The difference was that he was the last of the Three Crows to take form.

"Hm?"

At this moment, Ling Xiao felt a stir in his heart and suddenly looked toward the west.

The heavens and earth there were changing color, winds were rising, and clouds were surging; endless fortune was in turmoil, seemingly being drawn by some kind of power.

Meanwhile.

In the western Primordial World.

At the Western Ancestral Vein, Mount Sumeru.

Jieyin and Zhun Ti were verifying what they had learned; they had fully absorbed the Dao taught by the Dao Ancestor and had gained new insights.

Together, they contemplated the mysteries of heaven and earth, capturing heavenly secrets and deducing the profound mechanisms of all things.

Now, they had truly perceived a trace of heavenly destiny: if they bound themselves to the fortune of the West, they would receive immeasurable merit and vast fortune.

"Junior Brother, as long as we make great vows and take on the burden of the West's fortune, we will be blessed with numerous benefits."

Jieyin squeezed a smile onto his sorrowful face, looking exceptionally awkward as he explained his thoughts and the feasible method to Zhun Ti.

"I fear such great karma is not so easy to bear, is it?" Zhun Ti asked with some hesitation.

Jieyin shook his head gently and said, "We have reached this point; no one else has this qualification but us."

"Think of our experiences in the East, Junior Brother—strength is what matters most!"

As these words fell, Zhun Ti froze for a moment, involuntarily raising his hand to touch his cheek.

The scene of Ling Xiao knocking out his teeth in the past was still vivid in his mind, as if it had happened only yesterday.

"Senior Brother! Let's do it!"

Zhun Ti gritted his teeth and nodded heavily.

He needed to increase his strength to regain his face; otherwise, he would encounter obstacles in his future cultivation.

"Good!"

Jieyin nodded, and the two brothers deliberated further.

A light of auspiciousness flew from their crowns, illuminating the entire Mount Sumeru, growing ever more intense.

The next moment.

A voice, upright, peaceful, grand, and auspicious, spread throughout the entire heavens and earth.

"From this day forth, all living beings in the West may join my sect to receive protection. All beings who have affinity shall be enlightened. Recite my name, and faith shall be bestowed!"

The lingering sound echoed, and the compassionate voice spread across the western Primordial World.

A figure appeared in the void, head reaching toward the eternal blue sky, his face compassionate and sorrowful—it was none other than the Daoist Jieyin.

Jieyin and Zhun Ti tapped their foreheads, and the three flowers bloomed above their heads, releasing a pungent, exotic fragrance. Obscure and profound fluctuations swept across the western living beings with Mount Sumeru as the center.

As the words fell.

A brilliant and magnificent vortex suddenly appeared in the void. Streams of golden light of merit descended, and an unprecedented aura of creation and power of fortune gathered at Mount Sumeru. Jieyin and Zhun Ti immediately felt immeasurable fortune descend upon them.

Their cultivation levels also began to grow.

They had originally been at the late stage of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal realm, and now they were advancing toward perfection.