Heavenly Dao Fiendish Treasure

"Fellow Daoists, what are your thoughts on this world?"

Tongtian chatted with everyone for a while before tossing out the question.

"Though the heart has more than enough desire, the strength falls short!!"

Dijiang shook his head and sighed.

"Oh? How so!!"

Tongtian looked at the Twelve Ancestor Witches in puzzlement. "The Demon Race has achieved what it has today entirely by relying on the Heavenly Court's merit."

"The teacher has issued a decree. If you were to take charge of the land, I imagine you would do no worse."

Tongtian stopped at that.

[Ding, faced with Tongtian's persuasion.]

[Option One: Agree to contend for supremacy over the Primordial Wilderness, reward: a fragment from a fragment of the damaged Chaos Supreme Treasure Jade Disc of Creation (the portion missing from Hongjun's possession).]

[Option Two: Refuse to contend for supremacy over the Primordial Wilderness, reward: Innate Supreme Treasure Heaven-Measuring Ruler.]

[Option Three: Lie low in Pangu Hall on Mount Buzhou, reward: the Heavenly Dao's foremost fiendish treasure, Heaven-Refining Coffin.]

It was actually the Heaven-Refining Coffin.

This coffin had been formed from the Primordial Spirit and essence blood of a Great Dao Heavenly Demon.

It was an unparalleled treasure capable of refining Heavenly Dao Saints.

Once a Heavenly Dao Saint entered the Heaven-Refining Coffin, they would immediately be sealed within it.

All of a Sage's divine abilities would be useless.

After merely seven times seven, forty-nine days, a Heavenly Dao Saint would vanish into smoke and ash.

He already possessed the Godslaying Spear, the foremost treasure of slaughter. If he added the Heaven-Refining Coffin?

Would that not gather slaughter and destruction into one body?

Thus, Dijiang did not hesitate in the slightest: I choose Option Three. I'll lie low in Pangu Hall on Mount Buzhou.

"Truth be told, we also wanted to accept this heaven-spilling merit."

"Exactly, exactly! I've long been green with envy. I wish I could rush out and fight a bloody battle."

"How about you help us, Fellow Daoist Tongtian? Family should not speak as strangers."

"..."

Once Tongtian spoke, the Ancestral Shamans seemed to have had their tongues untied.

"Everyone, do you have some unspeakable difficulty?"

Tongtian had finally heard the problem.

"The Three Pure Ones and the Witch Clan are one family. Since Fellow Daoist has asked, it would not be proper for us to conceal it."

As Dijiang spoke, he pulled down his robe.

There was an enormous wound across his back.

Like a spiderweb, it sprawled firmly over it.

"The Chaos Bell!!!"

The Chaos Bell's reputation was far too great. Even the Sages were extraordinarily wary of it.

Moreover, they were the fated protagonists of the Immeasurable Tribulation. Otherwise, given the nature of the Western Two Saints, they would have long since stepped forward to say, "Fellow Daoist, you are destined for our West."

"The twelve Ancestral Shamans of our Witch Clan are bound together by shared breath and branches."

"Unfortunately, because of me, my brothers and sisters could not contend for supremacy over the Primordial World."

"Now that the Demon Race's momentum has already formed, we could only risk our lives to bring the Witch Clan's people back."

Dijiang spoke with a desolate expression.

"How could a mere Chaos Bell display such ferocity!!"

After Tongtian spoke,

he raised a hand, and Saint power surged vast and mighty.

The Chaos Bell's power clinging to Dijiang's back was completely dissolved.

"As expected of Fellow Daoist Tongtian. A wound that left us helpless was resolved at the flick of your fingers."

At the sight, Dijiang burst into hearty laughter.

"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, your injuries have recovered. What arrangements do you have next?"

Tongtian looked at Dijiang.

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, what do you think?"

Rather than answering directly, Dijiang looked back at Tongtian.

"Me?"

Tongtian heard this.

He said nothing, but an aura that could sever and extinguish all things soared into the sky.

Everything was understood without words.

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian possesses admirable spirit, something we cannot compare to."

Seeing this, Dijiang

finally understood why, in the Battle of the Investiture of the Gods, Tongtian would still set up the Myriad Immortals Paying Homage Formation even after losing the Four Swords of Immortal Slaying.

He would not lower his head, nor would he admit defeat.

Known as Sage Tongtian, he had established the Intercepting Sect.

Naturally, he had to seize that sliver of life from within the Heavenly Dao.

He seized it for himself, and he seized it for his myriad immortal disciples.

Therefore, until the very final moment, he would absolutely never admit defeat.

What a pity.

In the end, human strength could not overcome Heaven's will.

He ultimately became a sacrifice of the Immeasurable Tribulation as well.

"Understood. I look forward to our next discussion of the Dao!!"

Tongtian had come swiftly, and he left just as swiftly.

There was not the slightest trace of dragging things out.

As free and unrestrained as ever.

Why did he look at me with those eyes?

Clearly, he was the protagonist of this Immeasurable Tribulation!!!

After leaving Pangu Hall, Tongtian looked down upon Mount Buzhou from high in the sky.

"He just left like that?"

"What do the Three Pure Ones mean by this?"

"First they came to worship Father God Pangu, then they 'helped' Big Brother heal his injuries?"

"..."

After Tongtian departed, the twelve Ancestral Shamans emerged in their true forms.

"Contending for supremacy between Heaven and Earth is hardly as simple as it appears to us."

"Otherwise, Tongtian would not have come to probe our true strength."

Dijiang looked at the eleven Ancestral Shamans.

Although they had now begun cultivating their Primordial Spirits, and had gained decent results over a thousand years,

that alone was still far from enough.

Thus, Dijiang took out two fiendish treasures.

"This is... the Heavenly Dao Fiendish Treasure, the Heaven-Refining Coffin???"

"Big Brother, how do you possess such a treasure!!!"

"If it is added to the Godslaying Spear, heavens above!!"

"..."

The Ancestral Shamans were all stunned.

"Chaos Supreme Treasures contain supreme Great Dao, while Innate Supreme Treasures contain many Laws."

"Since we cultivate Earthly Fiend Primordial Spirits, we should cultivate Fiendish Law."

"Jiuyin, push the Time Law to its limit. All Ancestral Shamans, devote your full strength to comprehending the Laws of slaughter and destruction, and see whether you can draw inferences from one instance to understand the rest."

The origin Laws of the Twelve Ancestor Witches ultimately led to the Law of Strength.

Yet this comprehension involved twelve paths.

Comprehending the twelve paths was not enough; there were also proportional fusions, the order of precedence, and more.

Only then could they ultimately transform into the Law of Strength.

Such cumbersome cultivation was simply not a path ordinary cultivators could walk.

Dijiang's fortunate success in cultivation

had relied entirely upon Pangu's Primordial Spirit.

Otherwise, if he had cultivated alone, who knew whether he would succeed by the year of the monkey or the month of the horse.

Thus, Dijiang brought out the two great fiendish treasures for them to comprehend.

Dijiang himself also continuously cultivated the Law of Strength, striving to reach Late-Stage Quasi-Saint Perfection as soon as possible.

His twelve External Incarnations were not idle either.

They were either constructing formations in the Thirty-Six Heavens, or refining treasures and pills.

They even occasionally attempted to cultivate the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Grand Formation.

Thirty-Fifth Heaven, Taiqing Realm.

"They are turtling up and refusing to come out. Then who will answer the tribulation!!"

After Tongtian returned, he told them what had happened.

After hearing it, Yuanshi became furious.

"The Witch Clan cannot hide forever. Let us first observe the Primordial Wilderness."

Taiqing Saint glanced at Tongtian. He said no more and instead directly stopped Yuanshi.

The Witch Clan had hidden away.

The Demon Race descended from the heavens and directly began seizing territory.

The other powers across the Primordial Wilderness watched the fire from the opposite shore.

They all assumed the Witch Clan would emerge again and launch its retaliation.

A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

During that time, the Witch Clan never appeared again.

And the one whose changes were greatest was Demon Master Kunpeng.

He established Northern Darkness upon the land.

He sought to break free from the Heavenly Court's control, declare himself king, and establish his own domain.

He even brazenly proclaimed himself the teacher of all races, accepting the submission and kneeling worship of the myriad races of Heaven and Earth.

His momentum was so powerful that he had become a major force upon the Primordial Wilderness.