This Primordial Chaos Is Doomed Sooner or Later

Just as Xiao Kuang was throwing a tribulation party in Purple Cloud Palace and engaging in "friendly exchanges" with the Heavenly Dao using his middle finger, the winds and clouds shifted abruptly across the Primordial Chaos, and the flames of war reignited.

Although Xiao Kuang's enormous salted-fish wings had flapped the original Primordial Chaos script so far off course it was beyond recognition, certain karmic threads still seemed stubbornly to follow their established momentum.

King Father of the East, the former leader of the male immortals—self-proclaimed, of course—had failed to receive the Dao Ancestor's official recognition during Purple Cloud Palace's second sermon. Xiao Kuang had long since forgotten all about it. Yet King Father of the East's desire for power and to rule over the immortals had never cooled. Watching the Demon Race Heavenly Court established by Di Jun and Taiyi grow ever more powerful, commanding the celestial stars as ten thousand demons paid homage, he was consumed by jealousy and hatred.

He believed himself extraordinary, born from innate pure yang qi, and thus naturally destined to lead the male immortals of the Primordial Chaos. How could he submit beneath two feathered beasts? Though those two feathered beasts were now Quasi-Saints.

Thus, he raised his banner and recruited wandering immortals far and wide. On Penglai Immortal Island in the East Sea, he established a so-called "Immortal Court," proclaimed himself the "Eastern Splendor Emperor Lord," and openly challenged the Demon Race Heavenly Court in the west.

This move was undoubtedly a vicious slap across Di Jun and Taiyi's faces. Di Jun had already been simmering with anger after being tormented, robbed, and force-fed a bellyful of "blessing theories" by Xiao Kuang during the Purple Cloud Palace sermon. He had been desperate for somewhere to vent, and now King Father of the East, that clown, had delivered himself right to his doorstep. He was a heaven-sent punching bag!

"King Father of the East is nothing but an ant, yet he dares call himself an Emperor Lord and establish a court to claim supremacy?" Within Lingxiao Treasure Hall on the Sun Star, Di Jun's face was grim. The River Diagram and Luo Script in his hand shone brightly as he calculated the ideal time for conquest. "Taiyi, muster the troops. I will flatten Penglai and let all beings of the Primordial Chaos know who the true master of the Heavenly Court is!"

"As you command, Elder Brother!" Eastern Emperor Taiyi held the Chaos Bell in his arms, his battle intent soaring to the heavens. He had long wanted to test just how powerful his newly attained Quasi-Saint cultivation would be when combined with a primordial supreme treasure!

In an instant, the machinery of the Demon Race Heavenly Court began to turn. Billions of demon gods and demon soldiers gathered, their murderous aura shooting into the skies, banners blotting out the sun as they surged toward Penglai Immortal Island in the East Sea!

King Father of the East was not idle either. Relying on Penglai Immortal Island's innate formation and several powerful wandering immortals unwilling to submit to the Demon Race, he deployed his forces and prepared to fight. The two sides faced each other across the East Sea, swords drawn and bows bent. War was on the verge of erupting!

A terrifying aura of slaughter spread outward, and the shadow of the great calamity once again covered the Primordial Chaos, leaving countless living beings trembling in fear.

Western Kunlun, the sacred land of Jade Pool.

Queen Mother of the West frowned as she gazed toward the waves of killing intent emanating from the East Sea, her beautiful eyes filled with worry and helplessness.

She and King Father of the East had both been born from innate yin and yang qi, and though they shared a connection, she did not approve of his arrogant, power-hungry nature. Now, King Father of the East was overestimating himself by confronting the Demon Race Heavenly Court head-on. It was no different from smashing an egg against a stone. If Penglai fell, King Father of the East's death would be one thing, but she feared Di Jun and Taiyi might become consumed by slaughter, implicating countless wandering immortals and even spreading disaster across the Primordial Chaos, causing the killing calamity to spiral entirely out of control.

"Alas... foolish child..." Queen Mother of the West sighed softly. She had not wished to interfere, but with catastrophe looming, she ultimately could not bear to stand by.

Perhaps only one person could stop this war now—the Purple Cloud Palace Dao Ancestor, who was wildly unreliable but nonetheless the legitimate spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao and possessed absolute strength!

Although just thinking of Xiao Kuang's appearance and Purple Cloud Palace's atmosphere gave Queen Mother of the West both a headache and a toothache, there was no other choice at this point.

She immediately rose and instructed the Jade Pool fairies, "Prepare the carriage. I will personally travel Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens to Purple Cloud Palace and request an audience with the Dao Ancestor!"

Riding an auspicious cloud, Queen Mother of the West rushed to Purple Cloud Palace as quickly as she could.

Before she even entered, she heard deafening, strangely rhythmic "music" blasting from within, accompanied by flashes of spiritual light in every direction. It was as though an upheaval even more chaotic than the immortal-demon war outside was unfolding inside.

Queen Mother of the West's mouth twitched. Gritting her teeth, she knocked on the palace doors.

When the doors opened, the sight before her turned her to stone, nearly causing her Dao heart to collapse!

The palace was a complete mess, as though it had just been scoured by Chaos Divine Lightning. Dao Ancestor Xiao Kuang had an explosive mess of hair and wore a hole-riddled outfit. He danced wildly beside a smoking crater, shouting, "DJ, drop the beat!"

Nearby, the Lunar Goddess Wangshu held two glowing sticks—light sticks—with an expressionless face and vacant eyes. Lunar Goddesses Xi He and Chang Xi were dancing an extremely bizarre dance with looks of utter humiliation on their faces. A group of Dragon Girls, Phoenix Girls, and Kirin girls clanged, beat, blew, plucked, and sang off-key beside them. The rare birds and strange beasts in the backyard had been forced into lines and were awkwardly swaying their bodies...

This... what kind of hellish painting was this?!

Queen Mother of the West took three deep breaths before barely steadying her Dao heart. Ignoring the mentally contaminating scene, she hurried over to Wangshu, who seemed to be the only one still somewhat "normal," and gave a graceful bow. "Queen Mother of the West greets Senior Wangshu."

Wangshu's vacant gaze focused slightly. She glanced at Queen Mother of the West and nodded in response, though the light sticks in her hands continued to wave unconsciously.

Queen Mother of the West then looked toward the brightest one in the room—in the literal sense—and raised her voice. "Queen Mother of the West pays respects to the Dao Ancestor! I have an urgent matter to request!"

The music was too loud, and Xiao Kuang did not hear her at all.

Helpless, Queen Mother of the West could only channel her mana, causing her voice to pierce through the demonic music. "Dao Ancestor! King Father of the East and the Demon Race Heavenly Court are at war in the East Sea. A killing calamity is about to arise, and countless lives may be lost! I implore the Dao Ancestor to mediate and end the conflict!"

This time, Xiao Kuang finally heard her.

He paused the music, and the world immediately became quiet. Turning his head with an irritated expression, he said, "Who is it? Can't you read the room? Don't you see I'm throwing a party? King Father of the East? Who's that? Sounds kind of familiar... Di Jun and Taiyi? Those two birdmen are fighting again? Let them fight. What the hell does it have to do with me?"

Queen Mother of the West nearly failed to catch her breath. Suppressing her frustration, she explained patiently, "Dao Ancestor! You are the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao and oversee the order of the Primordial Chaos. The great calamities are also advanced or quelled by you. Now that the two sides are at war, calamity qi has already been stirred. If no one intervenes, a terrible disaster may result!"

"Order? Great calamity?" Xiao Kuang picked his ear and flicked away nonexistent earwax. "That sounds exhausting. Fighting and killing are so tiresome. Why not come dance instead? Don't you agree, Miss Wangshu?" As he spoke, he even winked at Wangshu.

With a crack, Wangshu crushed the light stick in her hand.

Queen Mother of the West: "..." She felt like she was about to go numb just like Wangshu.

But for the sake of all living beings in the Primordial Chaos, she could only grit her teeth and continue. "Dao Ancestor! If you are unwilling to go in person, could you perhaps issue a decree ordering both sides to cease hostilities?"

"A decree? How do you even write one of those? 'No fighting. Violators... shall drink three cups as punishment'?" Xiao Kuang rubbed his chin, seemingly finding the idea rather good. "Or, 'Anyone who fights again will come to Purple Cloud Palace and clean the toilets for three thousand years'? That one's good! That old fellow Nether River has been doing it quite happily!"

Queen Mother of the West was close to despair.

Just then, Xiao Kuang's eyes suddenly lit up, and he slapped his hands together!

"Wait! You said they're fighting? Where? The East Sea? A live broadcast!" An expression of extreme excitement appeared on his face. "This is the Primordial Chaos's first large-scale team battle! How can it possibly lack live coverage and play-by-play commentary?"

He instantly perked up and waved his hand. "Quick! Ao Qingxin, bring me the biggest crystal screen! Aim it at the East Sea! Feng Wanxia, send the lighting over there! Qi Yao, bring some sunflower seeds and spiritual fruits! Miss Wangshu, don't just stand there. You're knowledgeable and experienced, so come be our special guest commentator! Queen Mother of the West, don't leave either. Watch with us!"

Moments later, the largest crystal screen in the center of Purple Cloud Palace clearly projected the grand—and tense—scene outside Penglai in the East Sea, where the billions-strong forces of the Immortal Court and the Demon Race Heavenly Court stood in confrontation, their killing intent soaring skyward!

Before the screen, Xiao Kuang comfortably sprawled back into his newly replaced massage chair. With happy water in his left hand and nine-thousand-year sunflower seeds in his right, he crossed one leg over the other and pointed at the screen as he commented.

"Whoa! Look at that formation! Those effects! This is way more exciting than a Hollywood blockbuster!" "Look, look! That birdman Di Jun is making his entrance! Hey, he's even holding a little compass—the River Diagram and Luo Script. He's putting on quite the act!" "King Father of the East is out too? That old guy's got some nerve, challenging the one with the bell—Eastern Emperor Taiyi?" "Place your bets, place your bets! Bet on how many strikes from Taiyi King Father of the East can survive! No more bets once the fight begins! You can use spiritual treasures as collateral!"

Watching the Dao Ancestor eagerly prepare to "watch the show," Queen Mother of the West's vision went dark, and she nearly fainted.

She had come to ask the Dao Ancestor to stop the war, not to invite him to become the event broadcaster and bookmaker!!!

The Heavenly Dao twitched in its sleep: ...Detected the proxy defining a calamity-level conflict as an "entertainment event"... initiating... initiation failed... insufficient energy... zzzzz... Subconscious thought: What are the odds? I'm betting Eastern Emperor Taiyi ends the battle in ten minutes...

Wangshu watched the brutal battle about to erupt on the screen, then looked at the carefree Xiao Kuang beside her, and finally at the despairing Queen Mother of the West. Slowly, she closed her eyes.

This Primordial Chaos was doomed sooner or later.