Stripping Divine Sacred Fortune, Hongjun Was Stunned!

Realizing he had been set up again, Tianlu's temper flared instantly.

He sneered and muttered to himself.

"Since you old bull-nosed priest are being unrighteous, don't blame this Pixiu for being unkind!"

Action followed thought.

Tianlu stood up at once, his golden fur standing on end as the vast, peerless mana of a late-stage Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal erupted from within him.

He raised his front paw, his fingertips wreathed in the profound Law of Luck and Law of Wealth, and slashed fiercely at the chaotic void before him.

In an instant, a brilliant, dazzling golden screen of light appeared out of thin air within the gray chaos, emitting an auspicious divine radiance that illuminated the ages.

Interwoven across this light screen were countless dense threads, clearly displaying the flow of luck for the Primordial World, the myriad races, and the various innate divinities.

There was the Pangu clear qi representing the Three Pure Ones, thick as a dragon.

There was the Solar Golden Crow qi representing Di Jun and Taiyi, scorching as fire.

And there was the vast, turbid qi representing the Twelve Ancestral Witches, heavy as a mountain.

Tianlu looked at these shimmering threads of luck, a wicked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Utilizing his innate divine ability to control the world's luck and bestow fortune, he reached his paw into the light screen without hesitation.

"Fall for this master!"

Tianlu let out a low shout, his internal mana draining frantically.

Except for the threads of luck belonging to Nuwa, Fuxi, and Yang Hui—whom he had already subdued—which he deliberately bypassed, Tianlu forcibly reduced the luck of every innate divinity at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal level on the screen to a negative value, following the threads of causality.

In a flash, those golden pillars of luck that had been brilliant and dazzling on the screen dimmed instantly, even taking on a grayish-black hue that represented misfortune.

As for the massive amount of luck he had extracted, Tianlu did not claim it for himself. Instead, he waved his large paw, casting it all into the void to drift and linger in the cracks between the Primordial World and the chaos.

Having finished all this, Tianlu patted his paws and looked at the scene on the light screen with satisfaction.

With this move, he had effectively drained the luck and foundation of the entire Primordial World's top-tier combatants.

As for when this luck would return to those divinities, Tianlu had already calculated it; with the Law restrictions he had set, it would take at least one Yuanhui for them to slowly recover their own luck.

"Hmph, you wanted to trap me in a maze? I'll make sure your Purple Heaven Palace can't even receive a single guest when it opens!"

Tianlu hummed triumphantly, withdrew the golden light screen, and continued to steer his Cloud Treasure, leisurely searching for the Purple Heaven Palace.

At this moment.

Just as Tianlu finished partitioning the luck, a sudden change occurred in another region of the chaos.

The Three Pure Ones, Di Jun, Taiyi, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and the others had finally pierced through the heavy chaotic mists after much hardship.

At the edge of their vision, a simple yet magnificent palace radiating endless purple qi had appeared—it was the Purple Heaven Palace they had been dreaming of.

Joy appeared on everyone's faces, and they prepared to accelerate, aiming to charge into the barrier of the Purple Heaven Palace in one go.

Once they stepped into the barrier, they would be completely free from the encroachment of the chaos and safe from harm.

However, the moment they took a step forward, a sense of malice from the unknown suddenly descended upon their heads.

Their originally profound protective luck dissipated without warning at this moment, even turning into extreme misfortune.

Immediately following this, the chaotic currents that had previously only been raging in the surroundings seemed to be stimulated by some intense force and instantly went berserk.

The vast Chaotic Gale transformed into billions of pitch-black wind blades, and chaotic thunder and fire condensed into streaks of destructive lightning dragons, bombarding this group of divinities from all directions.

The power of this disaster was more than a hundred times stronger than before.

"What... what is happening?!"

Yuqing Yuanshi was shocked.

"Not good, the chaos is rioting! Defend yourselves quickly!"

The Grand Pure One Laozi's expression was grave as he frantically channeled his mana, causing the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda to shine brilliantly, desperately holding back the gale that pressed down like a tsunami.

Di Jun and Taiyi were sent flying by a sudden, dark chaotic current.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches relied on their formidable physical bodies to resist, but they were still left bloodied and mangled by the pervasive chaotic poisonous fire, roaring in anger.

Facing this world-destroying chaotic disaster, they could not take another step forward.

The violent power blocked this group of divinities firmly outside, and some were even blasted to the far side of the chaos.

They could only watch helplessly as the Purple Heaven Palace, which had been within reach, gradually blurred in the twisted chaotic currents and finally disappeared from their sight entirely.

"No! The opportunity is right before our eyes!"

Taiyi's eyes were blood-red as he frantically tried to break through the obstacles to find the direction of the Purple Heaven Palace again, but he was met with even more violent chaotic divine lightning.

For a time, everyone felt stifled; they desperately wanted to enter the barrier of the Purple Heaven Palace, as that was the only way to be safe.

Unfortunately, the Chaotic Gale and thunder-fire grew increasingly fierce, entangling them tightly and beating them back until they couldn't advance an inch, forcing them to retreat repeatedly.

At this point, the Purple Heaven Palace had completely vanished from their perception without a trace.

Left with no choice, everyone could only steady their minds, exhaust their strength to manifest their spiritual treasures, and struggle bitterly against the chaotic disasters attacking from all sides, fighting for their lives on the edge of death.

Eons drifted by, the passage of time lost within the violent, roiling chaos.

Inside Purple Heaven Palace.

Hongjun, reclining high upon the nine-layered cloud bed, slowly opened eyes as deep and fathomless as an abyss.

The time for the sermon had arrived, and he prepared to see exactly how many Primordial World divinities had gathered within Purple Heaven Palace.

However, as his gaze swept across the vast and expansive main hall of Purple Heaven Palace below, the expression on his face froze instantly.

The hall, which should have been filled to capacity with the three thousand seekers of the Primordial World, was now so empty it was unsettling.

In the massive Purple Heaven Palace, only a scant three people stood quietly in the center of the hall.

Nuwa, dignified and gentle, draped in a robe of seven-colored clouds.

Fuxi, mild-mannered and refined, clad in a black Daoist robe.

And Queen Mother of the West, Yang Hui, with her cold expression and proud, peerless beauty.

Just these three?

The corner of Hongjun's mouth twitched slightly, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Where were the Three Pure Ones of Pangu?!

Where were Di Jun and Taiyi?!

Where were the Twelve Ancestral Witches?!

And where were all the various innate divinities born during this era of the Primordial World?!

Where were they?!

Where had they gone?!

Hongjun could not fathom it; the Three Pure Ones were formed from the Primordial Spirit of Pangu, possessed the legacy of the world's creation, and held immense destiny. By all logic, they should have been able to find their way to Purple Heaven Palace with their eyes closed.

How was it that the Three Pure Ones, with their profound destiny, had not arrived, while Nuwa and the others had reached here first?

Although the destiny of Nuwa, Fuxi, and Yang Hui was not poor and ranked among the best in the Primordial World, it was certainly not as heaven-favored as that of the Three Pure Ones.