Hongjun Blocks Them, Houtu Threatens Him

"Why not? A saint is preaching the Dao. How could we miss such an opportunity?"

Yuanshi realized he could no longer understand the two of them.

Over the years, they had traveled through the Primordial World, exchanging ideas and discussing the Dao with people everywhere.

Yet now that a saint was preaching the Dao, they actually dismissed it.

That was a saint—the first saint of the Primordial World.

Had they not felt that terrifying pressure?

Laozi and Tongtian did not answer. They seemed determined not to go.

"You two..."

Yuanshi hesitated, then suddenly flicked his sleeve and flew out of Mount Kunlun.

"If you're not going, I will!"

Yuanshi left in anger, his voice echoing through Mount Kunlun.

East Sea.

"Little sister, a saint is preaching the Dao. This opportunity cannot be missed. Let's go."

Fuxi spoke to Nuwa.

Nuwa shook her head. "Brother, you should go. I won't."

She had likewise guessed that Hongjun was Heaven.

Since one could not be bound by Heaven, she naturally would not listen to his preaching.

As for her brother...

Since Senior had said he should let nature take its course, then she would let him do as he pleased.

"Huh?"

Fuxi was about to say something when he suddenly thought of Dan Yangzi.

So that was it.

Since his little sister had an opportunity to attain the Dao, she truly should not submit herself to another.

"Forget it. I won't go either."

Perhaps his Dao lay within Purple Cloud Palace, but how could he stand with outsiders?

He could do without hearing this Dao.

"What a variable. I have already attained the Dao, yet I still cannot calculate him."

Hongjun's face was dark and gloomy.

What enraged him most was that the heavenly secrets were now in complete disorder. Even he could not calculate what that damned variable had done.

Once the heavenly secrets became chaotic, the great tide of destiny would rise, and his plans would inevitably be affected.

With a sweep of his divine sense, Hongjun scanned the entire Primordial World.

He paid particular attention to the sea region where he had lost track of the other party.

Hongjun found Abbot Island, but he did not see the other party there. Not even a trace of aura had been left behind.

He swept through the entire Primordial World, yet still failed to find any trace of him.

"It seems I can only root him out after merging with the Dao."

Hongjun was unwilling, yet helpless. He could only let the matter rest for now.

Hopefully, this variable would not become too significant.

"The show is about to begin. I wonder how he'll react when he discovers that Laozi and the others did not go to Purple Cloud Palace, and that Jieyin and Zhunti are no longer weeping and wailing."

A mocking curve appeared at the corner of Wuchen's lips.

I really want to watch this show, but unfortunately, I don't dare go.

Nor could he go.

Going would mean automatically becoming a disciple of the Mysterious Gate, needlessly placing himself a generation below Hongjun.

He would also be bound by the Heavenly Dao.

Wuchen shook his head, closed his eyes once more, and continued nurturing the green lotus.

Hongjun had already attained the Dao. He needed to hurry and make a breakthrough.

The effects brought by Wuchen, this variable, were ultimately limited. The vast majority of Primordial World cultivators remained extremely eager for the opportunity of a saint preaching the Dao.

Countless living beings soared into the sky and rushed into the chaos.

The entire Primordial World immediately fell silent.

However, Purple Cloud Palace was located within the chaos, and none below Great Luo could go there.

Even Great Luo cultivators might not necessarily be able to arrive.

Most living beings either gave up of their own accord or became trapped within the chaos. Some were even directly obliterated by the chaotic gale.

Very few living beings could truly travel through the chaos and search for Purple Cloud Palace. Those who could reach Purple Cloud Palace were likely even fewer.

Yet as countless living beings rushed into the chaos in search of Purple Cloud Palace, the Witch Clan, led by Di Jiang, left Mount Buzhou and headed toward the depths of the Blood Sea.

"Hm?"

Hongjun had only just moved Purple Cloud Palace into the chaos when he suddenly felt a stir in his heart.

The heavenly secrets were obscured, making divination impossible.

He could only lower his gaze toward the Primordial World. When he saw the Witch Clan heading toward the depths of the Blood Sea, his expression instantly darkened.

"Damned variable!"

Hongjun could not help but curse under his breath before taking a single step forward.

He appeared in the Witch Clan's path.

The twelve ancestral witches frowned, and boundless fiendish aura suddenly spread outward.

"What does the saint mean by this?"

Di Jiang forcefully suppressed the killing intent in his heart and questioned coldly.

Hongjun said indifferently, "Return to Mount Buzhou."

"Heh!"

Di Jiang sneered. "The saint governs Heaven and Earth, and now you want to govern where my Witch Clan settles as well?"

"I'll say it one more time. Return to Mount Buzhou."

Already filled with fury, Hongjun was clearly growing impatient.

The Witch Clan was an important part of his plans. If they retreated into the depths of the Blood Sea, who would bear the karmic burden of Mount Buzhou?

Moreover, if Houtu went to the depths of the Blood Sea now, the situation would completely spiral out of control.

This was something Hongjun would never permit.

"And what if I refuse?"

A trace of cold killing intent seeped into Di Jiang's words.

The other ancestral witches shifted their positions.

At a single command from Di Jiang, they could form the Twelve Capitals Divine Fiend Formation.

It was only unclear whether, at their current realms, the Father God manifestation they condensed could contend with Hongjun, a saint.

"Do you truly seek death?"

Hongjun's eyes darkened slightly as invisible killing intent erupted from his body.

Along with it came terrifying pressure.

The saint's pressure surged like tidal waves, one after another crashing down upon Di Jiang and the others, crushing them until they felt as though their hearts were about to stop.

As their bones cracked explosively, their bodies involuntarily bent over.

"Hongjun! Don't go too far!"

Di Jiang endured the pressure and gritted out the words through clenched teeth.

"Other than Father God, no one can make us lower our heads.

If you insist on forcing us, then do not blame us for fighting to the death."

As he spoke, Pangu Temple appeared above Di Jiang's head.

With Pangu Temple's appearance, the saint's pressure on the witches immediately weakened.

Di Jiang stared at Hongjun. "We bear the merit of opening Heaven, and Father God's temple likewise bears the merit of opening Heaven. If we detonate them all at once, even as a saint, you cannot bear the consequences, can you?"

Hongjun's expression did not change. "You may try."

The more debts one had, the less one worried. He did not lack this little bit of karma.

Moreover, being burdened with all manner of karma might even become his protection.

If he died, who would repay that karma?

At most, accomplishing his plans would become more difficult.

Either way, it made no difference. Naturally, he had nothing to fear.

"What a bold 'you may try.' In that case, let me take the lead."

Houtu stepped to the front of the formation.

The look she gave Hongjun was icy cold, yet carried a trace of mockery.

Hongjun's expression changed slightly.

As a Heavenly Dao saint, he had long since perceived the many great merit holders of the Primordial World.

Houtu was one of them.

And among all those great merit holders, Houtu was the most important.

Calling her irreplaceable would not be an exaggeration.

Even if the Witch Clan were exterminated, it would not have much effect on him.

Only Houtu could not die.

If Houtu were forced to death by him, his saintly fruition would likely shatter in an instant.

Hongjun stared at Houtu.

The ridicule in her eyes made him realize something.

Houtu knew her own importance.

But... how was that possible?

That damned variable was, at most, only at the quasi-saint realm right now.

Could he really possess such ability?

Hongjun himself had only perceived this after attaining the fruition of a Heavenly Dao saint.

What gave that damned variable the right?

"If you truly have the ability, then slap me to death. If you don't have the nerve, then get lost. We have no interest in wasting words with you here."

Houtu's face was full of mockery, as though she had Hongjun completely figured out.