Nuwa and Fuxi's Shock, Duke of the East's Rage

At the same time.

On the other side of the chaos.

The Three Pure Ones, Di Jun, Taiyi, and the others, who had been tormented to the brink of death by the Chaotic Gale and Thunder Fire, suddenly felt their entire bodies jolt.

They felt as though the previously murky and obscure heavenly secrets had instantly cleared, and the sensation of being entangled by misfortune had vanished entirely.

In its place, a dense, extreme aura of innate sacred fortune descended upon them once more.

The chaotic disasters, which had been violently raging as if to tear them to shreds, began to subside rapidly once they lost the traction of misfortune.

In the Purple Heaven Palace, Hongjun clearly saw through the deductions of the Jade Plate of Creation that the Three Pure Ones and the other innate sacred beings had finally survived this inexplicable death tribulation.

Watching them struggle arduously toward the Purple Heaven Palace, following the golden light of guidance despite their disheveled states, Hongjun finally let out a long sigh of relief.

"At last, the preaching can proceed."

Meanwhile, Tianlu drifted along leisurely and officially arrived at the main hall of the Purple Heaven Palace.

Inside the hall, the space was vast and boundless, as if it were a Great Thousand World unto itself. The surrounding walls were inscribed with complex and profound divine patterns of the Great Dao, radiating an aura of creation that was mysterious and unfathomable.

Tianlu swept his gaze across the room and saw only three figures in the empty hall.

They were Nuwa, dressed in seven-colored celestial robes, dignified and holy; Fuxi, in black Daoist robes, gentle and refined; and Yang Hui, in a luxurious long dress, her temperament as cold and aloof as ten-thousand-year black ice.

Tianlu's eyes lit up, and he drifted toward where the three of them stood.

Nuwa's beautiful eyes brightened slightly as she stepped forward.

"Fellow Daoist Tianlu, long time no see."

Fuxi also offered a gentle smile and bowed in greeting.

"Fellow Daoist Tianlu, to meet here is truly our shared destiny."

Tianlu grinned and waved a paw in return.

Standing to the side, Yang Hui kept her red lips tightly pressed together, remaining silent.

Her eyes held a heavy sense of depression; she, the dignified transformation of the first wisp of Primordial Yin Qi and the Master of West Kunlun, had always been so noble and proud.

Yet, within the Kunlun Sacred Realm, she had been swallowed whole—person and spiritual root alike—by this greedy and overbearing Pixiu, and even her very life essence was now firmly controlled by him.

Now that they had met in the sacred and solemn Purple Heaven Palace, she truly did not know what posture to adopt when facing this rascal.

Seeing Yang Hui's expression, a hint of playfulness flashed in the depths of Tianlu's eyes.

"Yang Hui, why don't you say a word when you see me?"

Yang Hui turned her head away, still not uttering a sound, though her chest heaved slightly as she clearly struggled to suppress her emotions.

Seeing this, Nuwa and Fuxi were both slightly startled, their gazes darting back and forth between Tianlu and Yang Hui.

"Fellow Daoist Tianlu, are you and Fellow Daoist Yang Hui very close?"

Nuwa could not help but ask.

In their impression, Yang Hui was a reclusive powerhouse of West Kunlun, cold and aloof by nature, rarely interacting with other sacred beings of the outside world.

Tianlu lifted his chin and spoke as if it were a matter of course.

"Naturally, she is mine."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the hall became somewhat strange.

Nuwa and Fuxi widened their eyes, their faces filled with disbelief.

Yang Hui's delicate body trembled violently, and a flush of annoyance appeared on her features.

But, constrained by the fact that her life was in his hands, she gritted her teeth and dared not utter a single word of rebuttal.

Tianlu paid no mind to their shock; he flopped down, sinking into the soft Cloud Treasure, and let out a sigh of comfort.

He then glanced sideways at Yang Hui and spoke in a lazy tone.

"Little girl, come over and massage my back."

Upon hearing this, Yang Hui's body stiffened, and the jade-like hands hanging at her sides clenched instantly.

She took a deep breath and finally let out a bitter, helpless laugh.

Under the stunned gazes of Nuwa and Fuxi, the Master of West Kunlun actually walked slowly to the side of the cloud, placed her hands gently upon Tianlu's golden back, and began to knead and press.

Nuwa's red lips parted slightly, and she was unable to speak for a long while.

Fuxi also gasped, feeling secretly horrified in his heart.

"I never imagined that Fellow Daoist Yang Hui was truly one of Fellow Daoist Tianlu's people."

Tianlu squinted his eyes, feeling the gentle, rhythmic pressure on his back. His internal magic power flowed more smoothly, and he hummed with satisfaction.

However, he did not sink entirely into the enjoyment; instead, he opened his golden eyes slightly and scanned the vast hall, a trace of slight confusion flashing in his gaze.

He swept his eyes over the empty, raised platform at the very front of the hall for a long time.

"Strange. According to the Primordial World settings from my past life's memories, shouldn't there be six prayer mats at the front of this Purple Heaven Palace hall that determine the future status of the Sages?"

"Where are those six mats?"

"Could it be that old man Hongjun hasn't set it up yet? Or has my appearance triggered some kind of butterfly effect, causing the rules of this Purple Heaven Palace to change?"

Tianlu wondered to himself, just as he was calculating whether to use the Law of Space to probe the area behind the main hall to see what was real.

From the magnificent bronze gates of the Purple Heaven Palace, a series of chaotic and heavy footsteps suddenly echoed, accompanied by violent fluctuations of magic power.

One figure after another stepped into the main hall of the Purple Heaven Palace.

Walking at the very front were the Three Pure Ones, the incarnations of Pangu's Primordial Spirit.

The Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Exquisite Pagoda atop The Grand Pure One Laozi's head glowed dimly, Yuqing Yuanshi's hair bun was disheveled, and Shangqing Tongtian's robes were even torn, his face filled with exhaustion.

Following closely behind were Di Jun and Taiyi from the Sun Star.

Then, the mountain-like bodies of the Twelve Ancestral Witches squeezed into the hall, each panting like an ox, their bodies covered in the scorched marks of Thunder Fire.

Zhenyuanzi, Red Cloud, Styx, and a host of other innate divine beings also walked in one after another, supporting each other.

In just a moment, more than two thousand figures had flooded into the originally empty main hall of the Purple Heaven Palace.

These Great Luo divine beings, who could summon wind and rain in the Primordial World and stood high above all others, now had no image left to speak of.

As soon as they entered the hall, they were awestruck by the vast pressure of the Heavenly Dao within the Purple Heaven Palace. They stopped in their tracks, one by one, calming the chaotic magic power within their bodies while gazing at their surroundings with reverence.

However, among these two thousand-plus divine beings, there was one whose gaze was not drawn by the Dao aura of the Purple Heaven Palace.

It was Lord of Wood, the incarnation of the first ray of innate Primordial Yang Qi, also known as Duke of the East.

Although Duke of the East was also somewhat disheveled at this moment, he tried his best to maintain his noble demeanor.

When his gaze swept across the front of the hall, it froze instantly.

What he saw was the scene of Yang Hui massaging the back of a golden beast.

Duke of the East's breathing instantly became heavy, and his eyes seemed to burn with raging pure yang fire, filled with fury.

He had once traveled the Primordial World and had the fortune to visit West Kunlun, where he had a brief encounter with Yang Hui.

He was the incarnation of innate Primordial Yang Qi, while Yang Hui was the incarnation of innate Primordial Yin Qi.

In the philosophy of cultivation in the Primordial World, the convergence of yin and yang was the supreme Great Dao.

Duke of the East had always considered himself and Yang Hui to be a match made in heaven; he had even regarded her as his future Dao companion in his heart, believing their relationship to be quite deep.

But now, what was he seeing?!