Heavenly Dao Loves Reincarnation; Who Has Heaven Ever Spared?

At this very moment.

Jie Yin looked at Nuwa and Fuxi standing in his way, sensing the undisguised Daluo pressure emanating from them.

The suffering on his face deepened, and a trace of struggle flashed through his eyes. In the end, it turned into a helpless sigh.

He slumped back into his seat and could only watch helplessly as his junior brother was brutally beaten, remaining unmoved.

Even if he wanted to help, he lacked the strength.

For if Jie Yin made a move, Nuwa and Fuxi would certainly not stand by and watch.

At present, in a one-on-one fight, Kong Xuan had dominated from start to finish.

Then the outcome of three against two needed no explanation.

It would be better to let his junior brother suffer a little while he, as the senior brother, simply closed his eyes and pretended not to know.

Alas!

Jie Yin sighed inwardly.

Meanwhile.

Zhun Ti, who had been suppressed and beaten all along, simply could not understand where this freak, comparable to the Twelve Ancestral Witches, had come from. His physical body was so formidable.

Though Zhun Ti was also a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal, he specialized in methods of the Primordial Spirit, and his physical body was relatively frail.

Under Kong Xuan's torrential, gapless close-range assault, he had no power to fight back at all and could only endure the blows passively.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches sat at the rear of the great hall. As they watched Kong Xuan rely solely on his physical body to beat Zhun Ti until he could not retaliate, astonishing light burst from their eyes.

Dijiang, Ju Mang, Zhurong, Gonggong, and the other Ancestral Witches—beings whose physical strength stood at the pinnacle of the Primordial World—exchanged glances. Each saw surprise and appreciation in the others' eyes.

They had believed that, in the Primordial World, apart from the lineage of the Ancestral Witches, who cultivated the physical body alone and proved the Dao through strength,

all other cultivators were obsessed with using their Primordial Spirits to comprehend the Heavenly Dao.

Yet today, here in Zixiao Palace, they had seen an anomaly like Kong Xuan.

A being who had likewise cultivated his physical body to such a terrifying realm.

Kong Xuan's standing in their hearts rose by a tremendous margin in an instant.

"Kong Xuan!"

Zhun Ti was beaten black and blue, his Daoist robe shredded. Seizing the brief gap while Kong Xuan drew breath, he roared hoarsely, "You... you actually dare cause such havoc in Zixiao Palace!"

"Aren't you afraid of incurring the Sage's wrath?!"

His voice carried terror beneath a fierce but hollow bravado.

Hearing this, Kong Xuan's assault slowed slightly. Looking down at Zhun Ti sprawled on the ground like a heap of mud, his lips curled with scorn and disdain.

"Afraid?"

Kong Xuan's voice rang clearly through the hall, carrying an unyielding arrogance.

"You wailed outside the palace gates just now, putting on a show of throwing yourselves against pillars to die."

"Did the Sage become enraged?"

He paused, then continued, "I am using only my physical body now."

"The Sage has not become enraged either!"

Before his words had faded, Kong Xuan suddenly stepped forward. Before Zhun Ti's despairing gaze, his foot, carrying the weight of a thousand jun, slammed viciously onto Zhun Ti's horribly swollen face.

Pfft!

Zhun Ti's face was stamped deep into the hard floor. Kong Xuan's sole ground down hard against his face.

"Ugh...!"

Zhun Ti let out a humiliated, agonized whimper.

At that moment, an unprecedented exhilaration surged through Kong Xuan's heart, like a volcano suppressed for endless ages finally erupting.

This feels so damn good.

He nearly could not stop himself from letting out a long howl.

Just you wait, Zhun Ti. In the future Investiture of the Gods period, you relied on the Sage's authority to forcibly capture and suppress me, forcing me to become that humiliating mount and reducing me to a lackey of the Buddhist Sect!

Now it is my turn, Kong Xuan's turn.

This is called repaying one blow with another.

The Heavenly Dao loves reincarnation; who has Heaven ever spared?

Just as all was silent save for Zhun Ti's humiliated whimpering, an invisible, boundless pressure spread soundlessly through the air, like the awakening of a sleeping cosmic will. In an instant, it filled all of Zixiao Palace.

That pressure was supreme and indifferent to all living beings, as though the Great Dao itself had descended.

Hongjun, who had once slain the Devil Ancestor, appeared soundlessly upon the cloud couch atop the high platform, as if he had always been there and merely gone unseen by the crowd.

Kong Xuan's spiritual senses were sharp to the extreme. The instant that pressure appeared, he noticed it. The wildness and delight in his eyes instantly receded, replaced by absolute calm.

Then, quite naturally, he lifted his foot from Zhun Ti's face, as though he were merely moving an obstructive stone aside.

He straightened his slightly rumpled robes. With a flicker of his figure, he returned to his fifth meditation cushion and sat down peacefully, his expression calm as though nothing had happened.

Hongjun's indifferent gaze swept over the hall below, passing over Zhun Ti, sprawled on the ground in a miserable state with a weakened aura; over Kong Xuan, sitting upright with an unchanged expression; and over the many great powers in the hall, each wearing a different look.

Faced with this scene, he said nothing, as though the terrifying brawl from moments ago had been no more than a trivial breeze.

Zhun Ti struggled to his feet. Every inch of his body ached, and his face burned with searing pain.

But when he saw Hongjun appear, it was as though he had found a lifeline. He staggered one step forward.

Then, with a thud, he dropped to his knees.

"Sage, Sage, have mercy!"

Zhun Ti's voice carried a sob, overflowing with grievance and indignation.

He suddenly pointed at Kong Xuan and angrily rebuked him. "This Kong Xuan is unreasonable and overbearing, cruel by nature!"

"He actually dared commit such savage and violent acts in the sacred grounds of your Daoist sanctuary, Sage!"

"He, he attacked me without cause! This is simply a complete disregard for you, Sage!"

"A complete disregard for the Sage's dignity!"

"I beg the Sage to uphold justice for this poor Daoist and severely punish this fiend!"

With tears and snot streaming down his face, Zhun Ti accused Kong Xuan of the crime of beating him viciously.

Inwardly, he prayed that the Sage would bestow thunderous wrath, expel Kong Xuan from Zixiao Palace, or even suppress him on the spot.

Yet Hongjun's gaze remained indifferent, as though he had not heard Zhun Ti's tearful complaint.

Or perhaps he simply did not care. At last, Hongjun spoke. His voice was utterly plain, yet it seemed to contain the supreme laws of the three thousand Heavenly Daos, ringing clearly in the ears and hearts of every living being.

"From this day forward, the seats."

"Shall remain arranged thus."

Hongjun's gaze swept over the figures seated upon the six meditation cushions.

The Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Kong Xuan, Zhun Ti.

"As for what happened just now."

He paused, his tone devoid of the slightest ripple.

"There is no need to speak of it again."

The moment these words were spoken, they became like a needle that steadied the sea, instantly freezing time throughout Zixiao Palace.

Zhun Ti was stunned. The grief, indignation, and expectation on his face instantly froze, turning into incredulous shock and bewilderment.

No need to speak of it again?

The Sage... was simply letting it pass so lightly?

Kong Xuan had publicly committed violence in Zixiao Palace, and that was just the end of it?

A massive sense of loss and icy chill instantly drowned Zhun Ti.

Zhun Ti wanted to speak again, but Hongjun seemed unwilling to hear about such a tedious matter. His indifferent gaze fell upon him, and the words Zhun Ti wished to pour out lodged in his throat.

In the end, he could only lower his head dejectedly and accept reality.

"Zhun Ti obeys the Sage's decree."

Everyone knew that Hongjun was favoring Kong Xuan, but what could anyone do?!

Nothing. No one dared!

Afterward, Zhun Ti sat properly upon the meditation cushion yielded by Hongyun, silent and taciturn.

Clearly, Kong Xuan's brutal beating had driven him into complete self-isolation.

It was not only Zhun Ti. A deathly silence fell over Zixiao Palace as everyone waited for Hongjun to speak.