Gathering the Fortune of the Ten Thousand Clans for Dao Attainment was, in truth, the hardest path to take.
The fact that the Di Jun and Taiyi brothers had succeeded was indeed due to many coincidences. Wu Chu believed that, among them, his own contribution ranked second—no one would dare claim first.
Without him, the Witch Clan would never have become friends with the two brothers, much less chosen to fulfill their wish out of friendship and join the Demon Clan Heavenly Court.
Although Taiyi was grateful to Wu Chu for this, he did not know just how devastating the war between the Witch and Demon Clans would become after their falling-out.
Thus, in the face of Wu Chu's summons, they could hardly get angry. They had brought this calamity upon themselves, so they had to resolve it themselves.
Yet at the very instant the brothers succeeded, the backlash of Fortune filling heaven and earth reached its fiercest point.
Lead-dark clouds rolled across the sky like ink, while lightning flashed ceaselessly, twisting like dancing dragons and serpents. Blood rain drifted over Mount Buzhou, as though heaven and earth were weeping blood. The sight was rather terrifying.
When the brothers emerged from the Heavenly Palace with the might of Sages, the lightning struck directly at them, as though heaven and earth themselves despised them.
Everyone was stunned at the sight, then could not help feeling a little gloating.
Di Jun and Taiyi could only smile bitterly. Still, having attained the Dao and become Sages, even if the price was somewhat steep, it was worth it.
If lightning struck them, then so be it! They would treat it as a tribulation.
Di Jun flew beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens and stood alone before the Heavenly Palace, receiving the lightning. He shouted, "Disperse!" A