Just as Zhunti was defeated in the contest of magic, Jieyin stepped forward and said, "Demon Master Kunpeng, spare an immortal when you can. My junior brother is, after all, a Heaven-Ordained Saint. If you kill him, you will be going against the Heavenly Dao."
Kunpeng said, "Saints are untouched by karma. If he had already become a Saint, then causing him trouble would indeed go against the Heavenly Dao. But isn't he still not a Saint? Besides, shouldn't you repay the karma you owe Fellow Daoist Hongyun for giving up his seat?"
Zhunti roared, "What are you all thinking? The breakthroughs of Tai Shang and Bo Huang were both coincidences! Otherwise, why didn't you gain enlightenment and break through?"
The moment Zhunti finished shouting, a hazy aura spread around Kunpeng. The Laws of Speed and Devouring, two Laws at once, entered the Primordial Golden Immortal realm.
Then, three incarnations emerged behind him and gradually merged into one. Kunpeng said, "Haha, in the Northern Ocean there is a fish named Kun. Cultivate the Primordial within, unite the Three Corpses without. Fellow Daoist Zhunti, thank you for the gift."
Zhunti said, "I... you... damn..." (The ellipses were full of profanity, best left unsaid to avoid censorship. Zhunti had become a telegraph operator.)
At that moment, Jieyin tugged on Zhunti's sleeve and said, "Junior Brother, watch your manners... We are great powers of the Primordial Wilderness, after all. Isn't it rather improper to curse like that?"
Zhunti's face darkened. I've been beaten into this state... and I'm supposed to worry about the bad influence of cursing?
After giving himself a good mental pep talk, the ever-kind Hongyun said, "Fellow Daoist Zhunti, would you be willing to spar with me?"
Zhunti looked at Hongyun. Is this still that good-natured Hongyun? Has he turned into Black Cloud instead? Why is he so scheming? Hmm, I heard Hongyun often spends time with Zhenyuanzi. Maybe Zhenyuanzi led him astray. (Great Immortal Zhenyuan: To hell with you and your uncle, Zhunti...)
Just as Hongyun was preparing to make a move against Zhunti, something major happened.
A swath of merit descended from the heavens toward the Sea of Blood. Naturally, there was somewhat less merit, since Minghe's Asura Clan had been crudely pieced together from bodies and souls.
This was what had happened: after receiving Bo Huang's guidance, Minghe returned to the Sea of Blood and began pondering. Souls were easy enough, since the Sea of Blood lacked nothing more than souls. But what should he use to mold their bodies?
After much thought, Minghe realized that the Sea of Blood had materials as well. Nuwa had used Three Lights Divine Water and Nine Heavens Breathing Soil so that the newly created race would possess spirituality and generate souls. But the Sea of Blood was uniquely blessed; he had no need for that. He only needed to mold bodies and stuff the souls into them.
So he used the water of the Sea of Blood and Nine Netherworld Soil to mold them. Then Minghe began shaping them. His thought process was rather different from that of other great powers: he first molded sixty thousand men, then sixty thousand women...
The result was that, because Minghe had only just begun molding bodies and his technique was poor, the sixty thousand men all turned out fierce-looking and grotesque, a sorry assortment. The sixty thousand women, on the other hand, were quite good, each incomparably beautiful.
Once Minghe had completed the Technique of One Yuan, he pointed to the heavens and swore, "Heavenly Dao above, I, Minghe, have gained insight today and hereby establish the Asura Clan. Let Heaven and Earth bear witness." Then the Heavenly Dao sent a cloud of golden merit down to the Sea of Blood.
Under the watchful eyes of the gathered great powers, Minghe used this opportunity to sever all Three Corpses and reach the late Quasi-Saint realm.
Within the Heavenly Court, Di Jun stroked his beard and said, "Does creating a new race grant merit?"
Tai Yi shook his head. "Not necessarily. Still, everyone who beat up Zhunti got something out of it except me. Could it be that I went about it the wrong way?"
Fu Xi said, "Eastern Emperor, perhaps you were too gentle? The others all seemed to leave him in an extremely miserable state. You merely shattered his golden body, then stopped when he admitted defeat."
Tai Yi nodded. "Fellow Daoist Fu Xi speaks reasonably. Next time, I'll give him a harsher one." Inwardly, Tai Yi began quietly studying how to find another opportunity to beat Zhunti up.
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