The "Primordial Violet Qi" had vanished without a trace. Naturally, the Great Divine Power Users present no longer had any desire to fight, while the incarnations of several Sages disappeared outright.
Old Ancestor Minghe shot Di Jun a vicious glare before turning into a streak of blood-red light and fleeing.
If not for the Demon Clan's interference, he could have claimed the "Primordial Violet Qi" the moment Hong Yun fell and thereby attained the rank of Heavenly Dao Saint.
He lacked neither cultivation, Merit, nor Fortune. The only thing he lacked was a strand of "Primordial Violet Qi"!
"Let's go!"
After scheming for so long, only to fail to obtain the "Primordial Violet Qi," Di Jun was filled with fury. True Sun Fire churned relentlessly through the void, and he wished he could grind those unfamiliar Great Divine Power Users to ashes.
But he was no fool. He had more or less guessed their identities, yet out of fear of the Sages' might, he did not dare make his suspicions public.
Kunpeng was even more grief-stricken!
He had always believed that Hong Yun had caused him to lose his saintly seat. Seeking revenge against him and seizing his "Primordial Violet Qi" had seemed entirely justified!
Yet in the end, all his efforts had been for nothing. He had drawn water with a bamboo basket and come up empty-handed.
Thus, a great battle ended with a whimper. Apart from the late-arriving Zhen Yuanzi, all the Great Divine Power Users returned to their respective dojos in frustration.
Meanwhile, Zhi Ming let out a sigh of relief. "It seems you were right!"
Just moments ago, he had still been agonizing over whether to seize the "Primordial Violet Qi." Now that the dust had settled, it proved that Xuan Qing's guess had been correct.
There was naturally no longer any need for him to hesitate!
Xuan Qing also bade Zhi Ming farewell.
He had originally wanted to meet the Mysterious Black Tortoise of the North Sea, but Zhi Ming said that it was asleep and would need at least tens of thousands of years before it could possibly awaken.
Thus, Xuan Qing did not press the matter. In his view, since Zhi Ming had a good relationship with the Mysterious Black Tortoise of the North Sea, speaking with Zhi Ming would yield the same result.
The only thing that made him curious was whether the Mysterious Black Tortoise of the North Sea was truly Saint Mother Guiling.
"Forget it!"
Xuan Qing took it in stride. "When the time comes, I'll naturally find out!"
The conflicts of the Primordial World had never ceased. Hong Yun's fall was merely inevitable history. A perpetual nice guy could never live long.
In this world, you could be a good person, but you had to be a good person with strength and backing!
Otherwise, what awaited you in the end would certainly not be a good outcome!
Xuan Qing continued his travels through the Primordial Wilderness.
Then one day, he felt something and looked toward the Human Ancestral Land, only to find Suiren Shi fighting an unfamiliar Grand Unity Golden Immortal!
"So, an eon has already passed?"
He calculated with his fingers and immediately understood. Nuwa's decree protecting humanity for one eon had now completely lost its effect!
And he had already been transported into the Primordial World for 129,600 years!
Although those Great Divine Power Users were extremely curious about humanity, they ultimately did not dare act rashly. Even if Nuwa's Sage decree had only protected humanity for one eon, who could guarantee that she was no longer watching?
Therefore, even when they wanted to capture a few humans for study, they only sent subordinates to do so.
As expected, several fools ran into Suiren Shi and were directly refined into ashes by the several origins of divine fire he wielded!
"Humanity must ultimately walk its own path!"
Over the course of one eon, humanity had produced several hundred Grand Unity Golden Immortals. They might not have been as powerful as Xuan Qing, but they were still a force not to be underestimated.
Xuan Qing had no intention of interfering too much with humanity's development. Too much was as bad as too little. For ordinary matters, his Other Self Incarnation, Suiren Shi, was enough!
He could save humanity for a time, but not for all eternity. Nor did he possess the ability to contend against the great trend of Heaven and Earth or against those Great Divine Power Users.
Of course, there were still things he could do within his power.
For instance, he could have Suiren Shi teach them the Innate Eight Trigrams for concealing Heavenly Secrets and divining fortune and misfortune, as well as Dharma Gates for refining spiritual treasures, formations, and pills.
Under normal circumstances, Suiren Shi would not act lightly. This time, he had only acted because several demon kings had recklessly entered the Human Ancestral Land.
As time passed day by day, humanity still suffered targeting from great powers after losing Nuwa's decree of protection, though none of them dared go too far!
Nuwa and the Sage Taiqing would not concern themselves with ordinary conflicts, but no one could guarantee that going too far... would not draw a Sage's attention.
During this time, Demon Emperor Jun had not been idle either. He waged war everywhere, intending to bring more great powers into the Demon Clan and thereby perfect the Great Zhou Tian Star Dou Formation!
With the Monster Summoning Banner, so long as he collected a trace of their true spirits, he did not fear those great powers betraying him.
Yet when one often walked by the river, how could one avoid wetting one's shoes? Even Demon Emperor Jun could not guarantee that some reclusive great power would not suddenly emerge in the Primordial World!
And so, when he campaigned against the Pan Hu Clan, he provoked Old Ancestor Panwang. His strange Art of Curse caused the Demon Clan to lose more than a dozen Great Luo Demon Gods in succession.
This Old Ancestor Panwang had taken form during the Dragon-Han Calamity. He had also gone to the Purple Cloud Palace to hear the Dao, but because he kept far too low a profile, he had little fame!
In his possession were several treasures related to the Art of Curse and the Way of Plague Poison, including the "Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book," the "King Pan Yuan Gu Sword," and the "Heavenly Gu Yuan Yu Banner."
In particular, once the "Heavenly Gu Yuan Yu Banner" was unleashed, it manifested hundreds of millions of poisonous insects that spewed toxic miasma. In mere moments, it slaughtered several million Demon Clan members.
The "Nail Head Seven Arrows" and the art of head-dropping he used were even more impossible to guard against, killing invisibly. Even Great Golden Immortals found them difficult to withstand.
Even Di Jun suffered grievous injuries. Had Eastern Emperor Taiyi not acted in time, using the Chaos Bell, an Innate Supreme Treasure, to forcibly resist Old Ancestor Panwang's Curse Killing Technique and strike him until his body and soul were annihilated, Di Jun might well have lost his life.
Yet even so, the place where King Pan fell became a land of poisonous miasma devoid of life, a place that made hundreds of millions of Demon Clan members turn pale at its mention and dare not enter.
"What an Old Ancestor Panwang!"
Although Old Ancestor Panwang was ultimately slain by Eastern Emperor Taiyi, Xuan Qing greatly admired him. There were not many ruthless figures capable of throwing the Demon Clan into such panic.
His record was especially astonishing. By his own strength, he had slain several million Demon Clan members and more than a dozen Great Luo Demon Gods, while even Di Jun had nearly fallen victim to his poison.
Few cultivated the Way of Plague Poison in the Primordial Wilderness. Aside from the Ancestor Witch of Poison, this Old Ancestor Panwang and the future Plague Immortal Lü Yue were likely the most renowned!
But whether it was Shebishi, the Ancestor Witch of Poison, or Plague Immortal Lü Yue, who would attain the Dao through plague in later ages, neither possessed a record as fierce as Old Ancestor Panwang's.
The reason Xuan Qing paid such close attention to Old Ancestor Panwang was that not long ago, he had inherited Yu Jiang's authority as the Plague God in the North Sea.
"What perfect timing—just when I was getting sleepy, someone brought me a pillow!"
Others might avoid the poisonous miasma land formed by King Pan's fall as though it were a plague, but to the Plague God, that place was no different from home.
Moreover, he had heard that although King Pan had fallen, apart from the "Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book," which had landed in Eastern Emperor Taiyi's hands, the rest of his treasures had vanished without a trace. They were very likely still within that poisonous miasma land.
It was simply that the poisonous miasma land was far too terrifying. Below Daluo, one would be left without even bones, while even Great Golden Immortals did not dare set foot there lightly.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi could enter while protected by the Chaos Bell, but with an Innate Supreme Treasure as his companion treasure, he had no interest in the few Innate Spiritual Treasures left behind by Old Ancestor Panwang.
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