Please Make Room

A Chaos Fiend? Once Di Jun recovered and considered Shi Mo's possible origins, his expression darkened further. He sent a voice transmission to Donghuang Taiyi, whose expression had likewise turned grave. "Second Brother, attack!"

"It's actually a Chaos Fiend?" Monster Clan Master Kunpeng widened his eyes, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

Bai Ze and the other Monster Clan experts had even less knowledge. They were left dumbfounded and deeply bewildered. Shi Mo was terrifyingly powerful—how could he be this strong? It was incomprehensible! Unbelievable!

"Go!" Donghuang Taiyi barked. Scarlet-gold flames surged around him as the Chaos Bell trembled and hummed, flying toward Shi Mo under his control.

Bang! Facing the Chaos Bell as it crashed toward him, Shi Mo's expression turned slightly serious. He clenched his fist and punched forward, forcing back the surrounding chaotic currents.

In an instant, accompanied by a dull collision, the Chaos Bell seemed like a speeding carriage brought to an abrupt halt. It boomed and trembled, managing only to force Shi Mo back slightly.

"Break!" Shi Mo shouted. Terrifying power erupted from his fist like a volcanic explosion, and the Chaos Bell was sent flying back toward Di Jun and the others.

Yet just as the Chaos Bell was about to strike Di Jun and the others, Donghuang Taiyi controlled it into an arc and sent it crashing toward Shi Mo again.

Bang! Bang! As the Chaos Bell swept down at an awkward angle, Shi Mo raised both fists like two massive sandbags and met it head-on, striking the bell repeatedly.

"This..." Houtu and the other Twelve Ancestral Witches arrived just in time to see Shi Mo hammering the Chaos Bell as if it were a punching bag, and they were utterly speechless.

Tian Wu, who had fought Shi Mo before, stiffened all over. Even the eyes behind his eight faces widened. "I..."

"Leave!" Di Jun gritted out. Donghuang Taiyi immediately controlled the Chaos Bell back to them, sweeping up the Monster Clan experts before vanishing into the chaos in the blink of an eye.

"You may escape the monk, but you can't escape the temple. Where can you possibly run to?" Shi Mo sneered as he watched the Chaos Bell depart, but he did not pursue them.

The speed of an innate supreme treasure in the chaos was easy to imagine. With the Chaos Bell protecting them, Shi Mo truly had no way to deal with them.

Shi Mo then turned to Houtu and the other Twelve Ancestral Witches, smiling. "Fellow Ancestral Witches, you came rather early!"

"Fellow Daoist Shi Mo!" Houtu and Di Jiang stepped forward first to greet him politely. Even the Ancestral Witches known for their violent tempers no longer pulled long faces before Shi Mo, and some even revealed what they believed were friendly smiles.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with them, Shi Mo looked toward a figure in the distance who was trying to slip away quietly. "Oh? Isn't that Old Ancestor Minghe? Why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Within the hazy chaotic currents in the distance, Old Ancestor Minghe, dressed in a dark red Daoist robe and once in conflict with Shi Mo, heard those words and instead sped up, transforming into a streak of bloody light as he fled.

Boom! Shi Mo flashed after him and threw a punch. Amid a thunderous explosion of energy came an irritated muffled groan. Seeing Old Ancestor Minghe's trace vanish in an instant, Shi Mo snorted coldly and stopped.

"Brother Shi Mo..." Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun caught up soon after.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches who had followed them over also hurriedly invited Shi Mo to accompany them to the Purple Heaven Palace.

Before long, the group arrived outside the Purple Heaven Palace. A simple, ancient violet palace stood amid the chaos, rings of invisible and surging power repelling the surrounding chaotic currents. A mysterious glow faintly flowed across the palace walls.

So this is the Purple Heaven Palace? Worthy of being the Dao Ancestor's Dao field! But I wonder where this Purple Heaven Palace came from. Did Hongjun refine it, or was it some special spiritual treasure born from the chaos? Shi Mo wondered curiously as he looked at it.

At the entrance to the Purple Heaven Palace stood a pair of exquisitely carved child attendants. The boy wore a golden robe, while the girl wore a white dress.

So they're Haotian and Yaochi, the future rulers of the Heavenly Court? Making Golden Immortals serve as gate attendants—Hongjun certainly knows how to put on a show, Shi Mo muttered inwardly upon discovering that both attendants possessed Golden Immortal cultivation.

Beyond the gates of the Purple Heaven Palace was an empty main hall. Quite a few cultivators were already seated on the floor, most of them at or above the Golden Immortal level, with no small number of Daluo Golden Immortals among them.

It seems there are quite a few powerful experts in the Primordial World today. The Primordial World is simply too vast; I just hadn't encountered many of them before, Shi Mo muttered inwardly as he looked at the mighty cultivators gathered in the Purple Heaven Palace to listen to the Dao.

Every last one of them is ugly, furry, or horned. Do they really think keeping their scales, horns, and fur makes them look good? Or are they afraid people won't be able to guess their origins?

Huh? Even Taiyi Loose Immortals can come listen to the Dao? What kind of feathered beast is this, with that sharp beak and all those feathers? And he's glaring at me! Quite the arrogant temper!

Shi Mo noticed a strange fellow seated near the back, with a birdlike sharp beak and feathers all over his body. After Shi Mo looked at him twice, the creature glared fiercely back at him. Shi Mo curled his lips slightly. One look told him this fellow had never been properly tempered in the Primordial World.

The young man in brocade beside him, however, possessed an extraordinary bearing. When he noticed Shi Mo looking over, he politely nodded in greeting, greatly improving Shi Mo's impression of him.

With such bearing, he should have quite the background. He's sensible, too! The innate five-element aura around him is so dense. I wonder what creature he attained enlightenment from?

The one beside him may look somewhat unsightly, but he possesses innate yin-yang qi as well. Those able to come to the Purple Heaven Palace to listen to the Dao truly are no ordinary figures. Their origins are basically all remarkable, Shi Mo thought as he followed Zhen Yuanzi and the others forward, only to quickly discover a problem—there were no seats ahead.

Shi Mo had not come for Hongjun's first sermon at the Purple Heaven Palace, so naturally no one had saved a seat for him.

Di Jun, who had long since taken his seat, revealed a cold smile at the sight. This was the Purple Heaven Palace; he was not afraid Shi Mo would try to seize a seat from him.

Besides, even if they fought, the Monster Clan had so many experts, along with Donghuang Taiyi's Chaos Bell. Shi Mo would not be able to take their seats.

Sure enough, they're all occupied. And not one of the figures seated in front is easy to provoke, Shi Mo thought as he immediately spotted the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhun Ti seated at the very front.

In the two rows behind them sat Fuxi, Di Jun, Kunpeng, Donghuang Taiyi, Old Ancestor Minghe, Zhen Yuanzi, Hongyun, King of the East, Queen Mother of the West, Xihe and Changxi of the Lunar Star, as well as other renowned mighty cultivators of the Primordial World.

Seeing Di Jun's sneering expression, Shi Mo was somewhat speechless. This fellow really had forgotten the pain once the wound healed. Wasn't he celebrating too soon?

Shi Mo then looked toward Minghe, who happened to be seated beside Hongyun. He walked straight over and smiled at Minghe, whose expression darkened as he looked up at him. "Please make room?"

Upon hearing Shi Mo's words, Old Ancestor Minghe's already gloomy face turned almost black.