Hongjun's Helplessness, Pixiu, You Win

Hongjun had no idea that the reason Nuwa, Fuxi, and Yang Hui were able to reach Purple Heaven Palace so smoothly and without a ripple was entirely because of their close relationship with Tianlu.

Nuwa and Fuxi were close friends Tianlu had made through discussing the Dao, while Yang Hui was a subordinate whose life was firmly under Tianlu's control.

When Tianlu was siphoning off their luck, he had specifically left the three of them untouched.

At this moment, Hongjun's brows were tightly locked. Only after a round of divination using the Fragment of the Jade Plate of Creation in his hand did he finally understand the reason.

He was shocked to discover that the luck of all the Great Luo divinities—including the Three Pure Ones, Di Jun, and Taiyi—had inexplicably and eerily dissipated, flowing out into the Primordial World and vanishing without a trace.

This resulted in these divinities suffering from a severe lack of luck, to the point of being plagued by misfortune.

In the midst of the Chaos, losing the protection of luck was equivalent to being an outcast rejected by the laws of Chaos; only by enduring life-or-death tribulations could one possibly reach Purple Heaven Palace.

Yet, as Hongjun peered through the heavenly secrets, the chaotic disasters entangling the Three Pure Ones and the others were far too numerous and terrifying!

This wasn't a trial; it was an attempt to drive them to their deaths!

Hongjun knew clearly that if these core divinities did not arrive to hear his sermon, how could he spread his Mystic Immortal Dao across the Primordial World?

How could he, as the spokesperson for the Heavenly Dao, merge his body with the Dao?

Left with no choice, Hongjun had to intervene secretly.

With a wave of his Whisk, a formless power of the Heavenly Dao pierced through Purple Heaven Palace and descended directly into the chaotic region where the Three Pure Ones and the others were located, instantly shattering the endless disasters surrounding them.

Hongjun had assumed that with these obstacles cleared, they would finally be able to reach Purple Heaven Palace safely.

To his surprise, the moment his Heavenly Dao power withdrew, the chaotic currents in that void surged again, and even more violent Chaotic Gale and Thunder Fire regenerated instantly, trapping the Three Pure Ones and the others once more.

Seeing this, Hongjun was completely baffled. What on earth was going on?

Helpless, Hongjun had to intervene secretly once more.

He formed seals with his hands, forcibly opening a spatial tunnel directly to Purple Heaven Palace in front of the Three Pure Ones, hoping to use the suction of the spatial turbulence to pull them straight into the palace.

Who would have thought that the moment the spatial tunnel opened, before the Three Pure Ones could even react, the surrounding Chaotic Gale surged in like sharks smelling blood.

The Chaotic Gale, capable of tearing apart Great Thousand Worlds, swept over and shredded the spatial tunnel into pieces, turning it into a sky full of spatial fragments.

Seeing this, the usually ethereal and immortal-like Hongjun finally lost his composure.

"What is going on here?!"

Hongjun stood up abruptly from his Cloud Treasure, his face so dark it seemed as if water might drip from it.

His saintly methods had been thwarted repeatedly in the Chaos; if this were to get out, where would he, the Immortal Ancestor, hide his face?

With no other options, Hongjun sat cross-legged, fully unleashed his saintly divine sense, and joined forces with the will of the Heavenly Dao to calculate with all his might.

He had to see exactly what kind of divinity dared to set up such a heaven-defying trap in the Chaos, and why this series of absurd events was occurring.

Then, the Fragment of the Jade Plate of Creation above Hongjun's head erupted with brilliant light, mixed with the vast power of the Heavenly Dao, slowly projecting a clear image in the void.

In the image, there were no hidden Chaos Demons, nor were there any world-destroying peerless formations.

There was only a golden Pixiu, comfortably stepping on a colorful Cloud Treasure, floating quietly in the land of Chaos.

He was yawning while wandering slowly through the Chaos, looking for the trail of Purple Heaven Palace. His leisurely demeanor formed a stark and glaring contrast to the Three Pure Ones and others struggling on the verge of life and death in the distance.

At this moment, looking at the familiar Pixiu in the image, how could Hongjun not understand?

This was all Tianlu's doing!

Hongjun gasped, his heart churning with stormy waves.

Although he did not know what heaven-defying technique the other party had used to silently siphon off the luck of all the Great Luo divinities, thereby stalling every divinity in the Primordial World and leaving them unable to move an inch in the Chaos, he suspected that even the resurrection of the great Pangu, who had split the heavens and earth, would not possess such an eerie ability to manipulate the fate of all living beings so precisely, causing the Chaotic Gale and Thunder Fire to target them with such pinpoint accuracy.

"Does this second-generation Child of the Great Dao really possess such terrifying power?!"

Hongjun muttered to himself, a trace of deep wariness and helplessness flashing in his eyes.

He had thought that by obscuring the heavenly secrets and causing Tianlu to get lost in the Chaos, he could dampen the spirit of this Pixiu.

Who would have thought that the other party wouldn't play by the rules at all, choosing instead to flip the table and empty everyone's luck!

If you won't let me have an easy time, I'll make sure your Purple Heaven Palace stays empty!

Hongjun let out a long sigh and shook his head with a bitter smile.

Fine, fine.

Fighting against this rogue and overbearing darling of the Great Dao, the one who suffers in the end is always himself, the spokesperson for the Heavenly Dao.

If this stalemate continued, not only would the auspicious time for the sermon pass, but those Primordial divinities would likely suffer heavy casualties in the Chaos.

With a wave of his sleeve, Hongjun removed the concealment of Tianlu's location and proactively opened a flat, wide path radiating golden light leading directly to Purple Heaven Palace in front of Tianlu.

Meanwhile.

Tianlu, who was so bored while wandering in the Chaos that he was about to fall asleep, suddenly blinked his golden eyes.

He felt the chaotic currents before him distort, and then, a magnificent, grand Purple Heaven Palace, radiating endless Dao rhymes, appeared before him without warning.

Looking at the palace, which was filled with the overwhelming pressure of the Heavenly Dao and wreathed in purple mist, a cunning smile curled the corners of Tianlu's golden mouth.

He muttered to himself in a leisurely manner.

"I won, didn't I?!"

Deep within the main hall of the Purple Heaven Palace, Hongjun, who sat high upon the nine-layered cloud bed, felt his face—usually possessing the refined air of an immortal—turn as dark as the bottom of a pot upon hearing those words drift toward him.

Yet, he was completely helpless.

The other party was a second-generation Child of the Great Dao, possessing such profound fortune that even the Heavenly Dao found him troublesome, not to mention his mastery over the bizarre and unpredictable Law of Luck.

If he truly provoked this Pixiu and caused the luck of all the gods and sages in the Primordial World to be completely severed, his grand plan of preaching in the Purple Heaven Palace would likely be stillborn.

Tianlu hummed triumphantly, maneuvering the Cloud Treasure beneath his feet as he swaggered through the gates of the Purple Heaven Palace.

The moment he crossed the threshold, a thought stirred in Tianlu's mind.

A sliver of the vast, sea-like mana within his body was consumed, and from the void, an invisible ripple of the Law of Luck radiated from his form.

In an instant, the massive amount of innate divine luck he had forcibly intercepted and scattered across the Primordial World seemed to receive a supreme command, instantly traversing endless time and space to converge once more.