A Thread of Saintly Might Presses Down the Divine

The great sun hanging high in the sky blazed brilliantly as two streaks of rainbow light tore across the heavens. Demon Emperor Di Jun, Eastern Emperor Taiyi, and Fuxi arrived together, accompanied by Demon Saint Bai Ze and several Demon Race Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals.

Yin energy spread through the air as Xihe and Changxi, the two primordial divine beings who dwelled high upon the Lunar Star, arrived hand in hand, coldly beautiful and radiant.

A dark, profound streak of light descended—it was Kunpeng, King of the Northern Sea, arriving alone. His gaze was sinister, and his aura was utterly chilling.

Panwang, wreathed in thick poisonous mist, let out a cackling laugh. The towering aura of the Blood Sea also faintly emerged, Minghe standing atop the Karma Fire Red Lotus...!

One after another, the foremost primordial divine beings of the Primordial Continent arrived. Each was a hegemon whose mere stomp could shake an entire region, ordinarily occupying their own domains and reigning as ancestors. Yet today, to hear the Saint's Great Dao, they had gathered at Kunlun.

Yellow Dragon and the other disciples were rushed off their feet. These were all figures who addressed the Three Pure Ones as fellow Daoists. In their eyes, only the status of being a Saint's disciple was enough to earn a measure of regard from these primordial divine beings.

Though the disparity in cultivation between them was immense, Yellow Dragon and the others still courteously guided each great mighty one into Three Purities Peak.

As these great mighty ones met, all having once been among the three thousand mortal guests of Purple Cloud Palace, some nodded in greeting while others faced each other with cold eyes. The atmosphere was subtly delicate. In particular, undercurrents stirred faintly between Di Jun and the others and several solitary great mighty ones who arrived later.

The final group of guests, however, possessed auras entirely unlike those of all the primordial divine beings before them.

They did not ride Dharma treasures or travel by escape light. Instead, they tore open space directly, using their physical bodies to forcefully withstand the might of space as they crossed through it step by step. Every step seemed to shake countless cracks into the firm space of the Primordial Continent. Their flesh, blood, and turbid qi intertwined, vast and majestic, carrying the most primitive of auras.

At their head was a woman. She appeared no different from an ordinary primordial divine being, her features dignified and gentle, yet she naturally carried an impossible-to-ignore sense of profound solidity.

Behind her followed two giants, one man and one woman. The man was brawny and heroic, with a great bow slung across his back. The woman was alluring and wild. Both wore garments sewn from the hides of unknown beasts, with baleful qi faintly showing through.

"Witch Race Houtu, accompanied by Great Witches Houyi and Nine Phoenix, greets you young friends."

The woman's voice was gentle, yet it rang clearly in everyone's ears.

"Houtu?"

Yellow Dragon's heart jolted!

The Witch Race had actually come. It was said that when the Dao Ancestor taught the Dao, the Witch Race's Twelve Ancestral Witches had attended the first session. But because the Witch Race did not cultivate Primordial Spirits, focusing only on the physical body and laws, they could not cultivate the immortal Dao at all. Thus, only Ancestral Witch Houtu attended the latter two sessions.

And today, Houtu had come again to hear the Great Dao of the Three Pure Ones?

After their initial shock, Kunlun's disciples all returned the greeting. "Greetings, Ancestral Witch Houtu!"

Just as Guangchengzi was about to step forward, Yellow Dragon spoke first. "Ancestral Witch Houtu, please follow me."

Yellow Dragon's heart was filled with reverence for this Lady Houtu, who would one day transform herself into the Six Paths of Reincarnation.

Houtu nodded gently. Her gaze lingered on Yellow Dragon for a moment, as though probing him.

Then, under Yellow Dragon's guidance, she headed toward Three Purities Peak.

The instant Houtu stepped into the plaza, the previously bustling square suddenly fell silent.

The gazes of the great mighty ones present all turned toward Houtu beside Yellow Dragon. Especially among the Demon Race, while the expressions in Di Jun and Taiyi's eyes did not change, a thread of killing intent flickered within them before swiftly vanishing. The Witch and Demon Races had confronted one another for many years, their grudges running deep.

Houtu appeared entirely unaware of the killing intent in Di Jun and Taiyi's eyes—or perhaps she simply did not care.

Yellow Dragon had only just led Houtu aside and had yet to report back to Nanji when a sudden change erupted!

"Red Cloud! You have contemplated the Primordial Violet Qi in your possession for so long, yet you have never comprehended the path to sainthood. Clearly, you lack the qualifications to become a Saint! At Purple Cloud Palace, you caused me to lose my chance at a Saint's seat. Hand over the Primordial Violet Qi now!" A cold shout suddenly rang out, shattering the plaza's brief calm, filled with aggressive force.

Kunpeng had already arrived before Red Cloud Patriarch, his gaze fixed intently on Red Cloud Patriarch, who had been chatting and laughing with Zhenyuanzi. Di Jun and Taiyi stood behind Kunpeng, clearly having formed a temporary alliance with him.

The atmosphere in the square instantly became taut as drawn swords!

The smile on Red Cloud Patriarch's face froze, and he immediately snapped, "Kunpeng! Do not spout nonsense! The Primordial Violet Qi was bestowed by the Dao Ancestor. Fate and karmic affinity are decreed by Heaven—how can it be handed over merely because you demand it?"

Zhenyuanzi stepped in front of Red Cloud Patriarch, his expression grave. The Earth Book in his hand radiated hazy spiritual light. "Kunpeng, before the Saint on Kunlun Mountain, you still dare act so presumptuously!"

"Hmph! Naturally, I would not dare. But once you leave Kunlun, I fear the two of you will need to be careful!" Kunpeng said darkly. Quite a few Rogue Cultivator great mighty ones who were acquainted with Red Cloud Patriarch revealed worried expressions, but intimidated by the overwhelming power of Di Jun, Taiyi, and the other Demon Race members behind Kunpeng, none dared speak.

Ancestral Witch Houtu frowned slightly. Behind her, Houyi had already clenched the great bow on his back, while excitement flashed in Great Witch Nine Phoenix's eyes. The more enemies the Demon Race had, the better.

Green Dragon, meanwhile, wore a contemplative expression as he led the other Dragon Race members to retreat to one side. The current Dragon Race was not suited to meddling in any affairs of the Primordial Continent.

Minghe, Queen Mother of the West, and the others watched with the air of spectators enjoying a show. As for whether they had any designs on the ownership of the Primordial Violet Qi, no one else could know.

Watching the reactions of the primordial divine beings, Yellow Dragon found it amusing. Everyone fought and scrambled for it, yet in the end, none of them would get it.

Threatening a Saint's guest here on Kunlun Mountain—they truly had never seen what it meant for all beneath a Saint to be ants.

BOOM!!!

A bell chime far grander and more solemn than before rang out, as though a giant hammer had struck directly upon the souls of the primordial divine beings. The expressions of every great mighty one present changed sharply!

Immediately afterward, a vast and irresistible terrifying pressure descended like Heaven and Earth overturning, crashing down upon the heads of every living being except the disciples of the Three Pure Ones!

Thud!

Thud!

In an instant, the expressions of all the primordial divine beings changed drastically, their knees bending slightly.

Those with weaker cultivation, such as some Demon Race Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals, had their legs give out beneath them and collapsed directly to their knees, trembling all over!

Di Jun, Taiyi, Kunpeng, and the other Demon Race members, who bore the brunt of it, were in the most miserable state! Di Jun summoned the phantom of the River Diagram and Luo Script, while the Chaos Bell above Taiyi's head boomed. Yet they were still pressed into suddenly bending at the waist, their bodies issuing a series of cracking sounds as their bones split apart. Their faces instantly turned deathly pale, their eyes filled with horror and disbelief!

The might of a Saint was terrifying to such a degree?! Merely the pressure it exuded had nearly rendered them, the foremost great mighty ones of the Primordial Continent, unable to stand!

In contrast, Zhenyuanzi raised the Earth Book, its mysterious yellow radiance merging with the earth. He and Red Cloud Patriarch merely swayed slightly.

The laws of earth circulated around Houtu's body. With a slight bow of her head, she steadied herself. The two Great Witches behind her, however, let out low roars. The white jade ground beneath their feet split apart with a crash, blood flowing all over their bodies, yet neither of them knelt.

The pressure vanished without a trace in an instant, as though it had never existed. Yet it left behind an indelible mark upon the Dao hearts of every primordial divine being.