Keep the Music Playing, Keep Dancing

Above, the tribulation clouds, now transformed into a chaotic hue, churned violently. The destructive power within made the entire Primordial Chaos tremble! The Heavenly Dao had truly gone berserk this time, looking ready to fight to the death: "Either you, this salted fish, die today, or I, the Heavenly Dao, perish!"

Yet Xiao Kuang, standing directly beneath the tribulation clouds, merely dug at his ears, numb from the thunderous vibrations, and raised his middle finger at the sky.

"Again? Are you done yet?" He curled his lip. Not only was he unafraid, his eyes instead lit up, as though he had come up with another outrageous idea.

Rather than grabbing Wangshu as a shield again—Wangshu had already silently retreated thirty meters, condensing moonlight into a frost-glinting divine sword and locking her cold gaze onto him, clearly prepared to give him a "Taiyin beauty treatment" the next time he reached out—he voluntarily withdrew most of his protective Heavenly Dao Authority, leaving behind only a thin layer.

Then, facing the Chaos Divine Lightning crashing down with enough force to reforge earth, water, fire, and wind, he spread his arms wide! An expression of utter enjoyment appeared on his face, as though he were welcoming not a destructive lightning tribulation, but... a warm sunbath!

"Come on, come on! Hit harder! Didn't you eat? Perfect, give my electronic music some extra reverb!" Xiao Kuang even adjusted his posture to ensure the lightning covered his entire body evenly.

BOOM—!!!

The Chaos Divine Lightning struck him squarely!

Blinding lightning instantly swallowed him whole. Terrifying energy raged outward, vaporizing the club lights and sound-system artifacts around him in an instant! Even the floor of the Purple Cloud Palace was blasted into a huge crater!

"Dao Ancestor!" Xi He and Chang Xi went pale with fright.

Wangshu tightened her grip on her sword as well. Though she wanted to chop this bastard to death, she had not expected him to truly withstand a lightning tribulation of this level head-on.

However, when the lightning faded—

Xiao Kuang was still standing!

Electric arcs crackled all over him, his hair having exploded into a full Super Saiyan hairstyle. His tattered clothes had become a sexy hole-riddled outfit, while the exposed skin beneath was charred black, and a wisp of green smoke drifted from his mouth.

Then he suddenly shook himself!

Crash!

The charred outer shell fell away like a brittle eggshell, revealing fresh skin beneath, fair as jade and faintly gleaming with a glasslike divine radiance! Even the bottleneck in his physical cultivation, where he had long been stuck due to his laziness, had been forcibly pushed through by the cleansing of that terrifying chaos lightning tribulation, advancing by a minor realm!

"Burp~" Xiao Kuang let out a satisfied belch, spitting out a small string of electric arcs as he narrowed his eyes comfortably. "Amazing! This high-voltage electrotherapy works wonders! Way better than a massage chair! Heavenly Dao, hit me a few more times! And while you're at it, give me an ionic perm. I want the flowing kind!"

The chaotic tribulation clouds in the sky suddenly froze, as though they had choked on his shameless request. Lightning flickered a few times, and they actually seemed hesitant about whether to strike again—why did this guy seem more energized the more he got struck?! Did it even come with beauty-treatment functions?

[Heavenly Dao Transmission (Low Battery Mode)]: #%@&*! The target was not only unharmed... he even used the lightning tribulation to temper his body?! Logical error! Physical law error! Economic error (expending massive energy to empower the enemy)! Requesting use of the Pangu Axe phantom for physical deletion! Request denied (insufficient authority)... Initiating final humiliation protocol...

The chaotic tribulation clouds did not strike again. Instead, they began to contract and distort violently! In the end, they actually took the form of an enormous, lightning-made...

Middle finger!

A colossal middle finger, towering above heaven and earth, wreathed in lightning and filled with the Heavenly Dao's endless fury and contempt, stood beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, aimed at the Purple Cloud Palace—aimed at Xiao Kuang!

All living beings of the Primordial Chaos: "!!!"

Every great cultivator who saw that lightning middle finger felt their Dao hearts collectively shatter again! The Heavenly Dao... the Heavenly Dao... had actually been angered into expressing its displeasure this way?! Was there still any justice left in the Primordial Chaos?! (Apparently not.)

Xiao Kuang looked up at the gigantic lightning middle finger. He froze for a moment, then slapped his thigh and burst into wild laughter:

"HAHAHA! Oh, damn! Little Heavenly Dao, not bad! This interaction has some spirit! You've truly inherited my teachings! Your middle finger has decent solidity, but the details aren't vivid enough. It lacks a certain soulful sleaziness! Come on, let me teach you. It should look like this..."

As he spoke, he also gathered Heavenly Dao Authority and conjured a slightly smaller but far more lifelike golden middle finger above the Purple Cloud Palace. It even curled its fingertip in a particularly smug and sleazy manner as it engaged in a friendly "exchange" with the lightning middle finger in the sky.

One in heaven and one on earth, two enormous middle fingers faced each other across the void, reflecting one another magnificently!

This epic scene was destined to be recorded forever in the history of the Primordial Chaos—if the history books had not already exploded from rage.

"See that?" Xiao Kuang smugly lectured Wangshu, Xi He, Chang Xi, and the demoness attendants behind him, all of whom had completely turned to stone. "When expressing emotions, you need precision! You need spirit! Like me—hear thunder in the silence, see true meaning between middle fingers!"

Wangshu's moonlight divine sword fell to the ground with a clang. She looked at the two middle fingers reflecting one another in the sky, then at the animated young man before her, who was teaching the "true interpretation of the Sleazy Dao." Her Dao heart, frozen for countless ages... cracked. Shattered into pieces too small to ever put back together.

She began seriously considering what the point of becoming the embodiment of Taiyin had been. Was it all just so that one day she could watch the Heavenly Dao and its representative communicate through middle fingers?

The Heavenly Dao, too, seemed to have been completely defeated by Xiao Kuang's sleaziness, which had surpassed even its own.

That gigantic lightning middle finger flickered violently a few times before finally... exploding into nothingness.

Even the tribulation clouds could not be bothered to remain.

The sky cleared, as though nothing had happened.

Only a cold, exhausted Heavenly Dao will, carrying even a trace of utter despair, swept over Xiao Kuang:

The Heavenly Dao chose a tactical retreat. It might need to sleep for several epochs to repair its shattered worldview and core code.

"Tch, boring." Xiao Kuang curled his lip and dispersed his golden middle finger, still wanting more.

He looked over the Purple Cloud Palace hall, now a complete wreck as though it had been ravaged by prehistoric beasts, then at the audience still in a state of spiritual departure, and stroked his chin.

"Alright, alright, little interruption over!" He clapped his hands, as though he had merely chased away a fly. "The show continues! You there, Ao Qingxin, go to the storeroom and fetch another top-tier sound system! Lighting crew, get in position! DJ! Where's the DJ? Turn the music up to maximum!"

"Today! Nobody is allowed to leave! No one gets off work until we party ourselves senseless! I said so! Even the Heavenly Dao can't do anything about it!"

The demonic melody of Most Dazzling National Style once again resounded through the clouds, though it was a little choppy since the sound system had just been struck by lightning.

Xiao Kuang grabbed Wangshu, who was still questioning her entire existence, and forcibly shoved two glow sticks into her hands. "A judge needs to act like a judge! Wave them! Score your disciples Xi He and Chang Xi on their dancing!"

He then turned toward the trembling dragons, phoenixes, and Kirin. "Move it! Whoever lies down again is getting served at an all-beast banquet tonight!"

Under Xiao Kuang's tyrannical oppression, a "Primordial Chaos All-Star Song and Dance Showcase" even stranger than the descent of a heavenly tribulation was forcibly kept alive amid the wreckage of the Purple Cloud Palace, continuing with demonic intensity.

Holding the glow sticks, Wangshu watched expressionlessly as her two disciples danced their clumsy routine in mortified fury. The deafening lyrics, "You are the most beautiful cloud at the edge of my sky," rang in her ears, while those two towering middle fingers echoed through her mind...

She, the ruler of the Taiyin Star, an ancient sacred being from the dawn of creation, quietly found an unprecedented thought sprouting deep within her Dao heart:

"...Perhaps Pangu splitting open heaven and earth was a mistake."