Taiyi Seizes the Treasure, Destruction Returns

Tongtian's face was filled with fury. The Qingping Sword in his hand hummed as he pointed it at Zhurong.

"Zhurong! My two brothers and I discovered this treasure first. What right do you have to snatch it from us?"

Zhurong crossed his arms, his face full of mockery. "A spirit treasure has no owner. Since when did the Primordial World have a rule that whoever discovers it first owns it? We are Pangu's true orthodoxy. The Witch Clan should enjoy the legacy left by the Father God."

Yuanshi's expression darkened at those words. He stepped forward and said coldly, "Insolence! A pack of brainless brutes, yet you dare prattle about being Pangu's true orthodoxy before us Three Pure Ones?"

The moment Zhurong heard them deny the Witch Clan's status as Pangu's true orthodoxy, he flew into a towering rage. "You court death!"

Without another word, he raised a hand and unleashed a stream of Innate Li Fire. It transformed into a roaring fire dragon and lunged at the Three Pure Ones. At the same time, Gonggong struck from the side, dark-blue water arrows following close behind.

Laozi brought out the Taiji Diagram to shield the three of them. Yuanshi wielded the Three Treasures Jade Ruyi, while Tongtian swung the Qingping Sword. The three joined forces to counterattack.

Though Zhurong and Gonggong were both Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals and fought fiercely, there were only two of them. Facing the combined assault of the Three Pure Ones—and lacking any advantage in magic treasures—they gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Just as the battle reached a deadlock, a blaze descended from the heavens and forcibly split the two sides apart.

"Why must you all fight so fiercely?"

Di Jun descended from the sky with Taiyi, landing between the two groups. Di Jun wore a gentle smile, the very picture of amicability.

Zhurong frowned when he saw them. "Aren't you two scruffy-feathered birds from the Sun Star? What, you want to snatch the treasure too?"

Though Di Jun was angered by the words, he maintained his amiable smile.

He had hoped to build good relations with the Witch Clan and alter the course of the Witch-Demon Calamity. Just as he was about to explain—

A cold gleam flashed through Taiyi's eyes beside him. At that moment, the system within him issued a mission:

"Ding! Seize the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Linglong Pagoda! Reward: two hundred thousand years of cultivation, top-grade innate spirit treasure Mystic Water Sword."

A cold smile curled across Taiyi's lips.

He was a transmigrator, and he had the system at his side. Why should he fear the mere Witch Clan? Besides, the system mission had been triggered. He was determined to obtain this pagoda.

"Big Brother, why waste words with them?" Taiyi took a step forward and reached directly for the pagoda. "Spirit treasures belong to the capable!"

"Insolence!"

The Three Pure Ones and the two Ancestral Witches shouted in fury at once. Forgetting their own conflict, they all attacked Taiyi together.

Di Jun gritted his teeth in fury, but he could only hurriedly engage them. Inwardly, he cursed madly, Damn it! What is wrong with this Taiyi? Could Hongjun and the Heavenly Dao be behind this, trying to forcibly push forward the Witch-Demon Calamity?

"Fiery Sun True Flame!"

Di Jun rapidly formed hand seals with both hands. Behind him emerged the phenomenon of ten suns hanging across the sky, followed by countless streaks of Solar True Fire rushing to intercept the Three Pure Ones and the Ancestral Witches. "Taiyi, hurry!"

Taiyi glanced back and also brought out his companion Innate Supreme Treasure, the Chaos Bell.

At the first chime of the bell, an invisible soundwave spread outward. Together with the Solar True Fire, it attacked the Three Pure Ones and the others, forcing them to withdraw and defend themselves.

At the second chime, the soundwave slammed fiercely into the innate formation surrounding the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Linglong Pagoda. The formation shook violently, but did not break.

Taiyi frowned and was about to strike the bell a third time—

In the void, Shichen's Dao avatar watched the melee below with great interest. He lightly raised a hand and secretly nudged a wisp of temporal power into one corner of the innate formation.

"Interesting. Since your system has issued a mission, I'll give you a hand, so you can produce a few more opportunities for the Primordial World."

Below, the impregnable innate formation suddenly split open with a crack, without the slightest warning.

Taiyi froze for a moment, but he had no time to think. He grabbed the pagoda and fled into the distance without looking back, leaving behind only a single sentence drifting on the wind.

"Big Brother, I'll be going on ahead!"

"Scruffy-feathered bird! You seek death!"

Zhurong was so enraged that he jumped about like thunder. The Law of Fire around his body erupted, and a rain of fire poured across the skies for billions of miles. Yet Taiyi had already vanished without a trace using the Golden Crow Rainbow Transformation Art.

Zhurong could only throw back his head and roar. With nowhere to vent the fury filling his chest, he turned his spearhead toward Di Jun, who still remained at the scene.

"Your brother stole the spirit treasure, so you'll stay behind and pay with your life!"

As he spoke, the Innate Li Fire surged once more and blasted toward Di Jun.

Di Jun's face darkened. He could only steel himself and fight, cursing Taiyi a thousand times over in his heart while knowing that escape had to come first.

Tongtian wanted to step forward and strike amid the chaos, but Laozi raised a hand and stopped him.

"Big Brother?" Tongtian asked, puzzled.

Laozi shook his head slightly, his gaze calm. "Third Brother, the magic treasure has already been taken. There is no use fighting over it further. Our most urgent task is to search for other spirit treasures as quickly as possible and raise our cultivation to prepare for the Purple Heaven Palace's lecture."

Yuanshi nodded as well. "Big Brother is right. A mere spirit treasure cannot compare to the opportunity of hearing the Dao."

Though Tongtian was unwilling, he understood the greater priorities. He shot the battlefield a fierce glare, put away the Qingping Sword, and left directly with Laozi and Yuanshi as the three transformed into streaks of escaping light.

Meanwhile, within the Time Temple of the Chaos World—

Pangu stood before an enormous curtain of water, wearing a strange expression. "This lot is already talking about my legacy, but I'm not even dead. One group was formed from my blood essence, while the other was formed from my origin Dao avatars, yet they're actually fighting over who is the true orthodoxy."

He then turned to Shichen in confusion. "Shichen, why is your Dao avatar helping that anomaly?"

Standing with his hands behind his back, Shichen said, "Didn't we allow the anomalies to invade from the beginning so they could produce more opportunities? The more active they are, the richer the rewards given by their systems. Won't all that foundation remain in the Primordial World?"

Pangu scratched his head and considered it. "That does make sense."

His eyes suddenly lit up. "But you already have a Dao avatar in the Primordial World. I want to go have some fun too."

Shichen rolled his eyes at him. "Whether the Primordial World could withstand you entering is another question altogether. And even if you did get in, what if those anomalies were all scared to death and hid themselves away?"

Pangu grinned. "Hide away? Then I'll split them all out with one swing of my axe!"

Shichen rubbed his forehead, his face full of helplessness.

Just then, the Law of Destruction throughout the Chaos World suddenly began to churn violently.

Every Demon God sensed that abnormal aura at the same time and emerged from their respective temples.

Shichen and Pangu exchanged a glance, then rose simultaneously and vanished from the Time Temple.

Before the Hall of Gods, the long-vanished Destruction Demon God stumbled out of the void and fell to the ground.

Three thousand Demon Gods gathered before their respective temples. Even the Reincarnation Demon God, who usually did nothing but sleep, appeared among the crowd for once, surprise written across his face.

Shichen walked up to the Destruction Demon God, his brows tightly furrowed. "Destruction? What happened? You are at the ninth level of the Heavenly Dao Realm. Who could have injured you?"

The Destruction Demon God raised his head. His face was somewhat pale, but flames of fury burned in his eyes.

"Shichen... there's a problem with the world I went to in the past..."