The Heavenly Gate Slams Shut, Jieyin Misses His Chance

Zhunti saw at a glance that the mysterious young man behind Hong Yun was an unfathomable tough opponent.

Even Zhunti's full-force strike had been easily reflected. He was absolutely not someone Zhunti could take on.

Meanwhile, Kunpeng had been struck into a fatal opening by sheer coincidence and had even left his seat!

"A perfect chance! Get out of my way!"

Without a second thought, Zhunti instantly changed targets.

With a roar, he did not even have time to retrieve the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree before directly activating the rudimentary form of the Western Six-Foot Golden Body.

His entire body became a blinding streak of golden light as he brutally crashed into Kunpeng, who hung in midair!

"Bang!!!"

A dull sound of flesh colliding resounded through the hall.

Already severely wounded, how could Kunpeng withstand Zhunti's premeditated savage charge?

Before he could even curse, his entire body flew away like a kite with its string cut.

Zhunti forcibly sent him flying from above the sixth futon!

"Ah—! My seat!"

Accompanied by Kunpeng's despairing, humiliated shriek, his enormous body traced a miserable arc through the air.

At last, with a "boom," he slammed viciously into a distant white jade pillar coiled with dragons inside Purple Heaven Palace.

He slowly slid down the pillar, utterly bedraggled.

At the same time, a soft "slap" sounded.

Zhunti's gaunt backside settled firmly onto the sixth Purple-Gold Futon!

All of this happened in an instant.

From Li Qingxiao holding back Hong Yun, to Zhunti's enraged attack being reflected, to Kunpeng suffering this undeserved disaster and being sent flying—

It had all happened so quickly that most of those present had not reacted at all.

The entire hall of Purple Heaven Palace fell into an eerie silence.

The Three Pure Ones stared dumbfounded, Nuwa froze, and even Di Jun and Taiyi, who had always considered themselves arrogant and domineering—

Were now left agape as they looked at the rosy-faced Zhunti seated on the futon and Kunpeng in the distance.

Everyone had been utterly stupefied by the succession of shocking twists and Zhunti's shamelessness!

The moment Zhunti sat on the sixth Purple-Gold Futon, a vast and boundless mysterious Dao aura surged from the futon into every corner of his body.

His meridians, which had been dried up and damaged from forcefully crossing the chaos, actually began recovering rapidly under the nourishment of that Dao aura.

"Th-this... what heaven-defying fortune is this!"

An expression of extreme ecstasy bloomed across Zhunti's thin face.

Yet he was not carried away by this immense surprise, nor did he harbor the slightest thought of keeping it for himself.

Zhunti suddenly called loudly to Jieyin, who still had not recovered amidst the crowd.

"Senior Brother! Quickly! There is supreme fortune here! This opportunity is yours—come sit here!"

As he spoke, Zhunti made to rise, intending to give Jieyin the position he had fought so hard to seize.

Hearing Zhunti's call, an excited and ecstatic expression finally appeared on Jieyin's perpetually sorrowful face.

Holding his natal treasure, Jieyin's Treasure Banner, Jieyin hurriedly took a large stride forward.

He rushed toward the sixth futon, ready to exchange seats with Zhunti and receive this tremendous opportunity.

However, fate had long been ordained. How could the greater course be changed so casually?

Just as Jieyin lifted his foot and took his first step!

"Rumble—!!!"

The two purple-gold gates of Purple Heaven Palace, engraved with endless Great Dao runes—

Suddenly let out an earthshaking roar and slammed shut!

Immediately afterward, a Heavenly Dao pressure that stood above all beings of the Primordial World—

Poured down like a celestial river from the nine heavens, instantly freezing the space and time of the entire hall!

Before that pressure, all Three Thousand Guests of the Red Dust in the hall trembled in spirit, unable even to breathe.

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

Heavenly music resounded through the void.

Six dazzling pillars of fortune light pierced directly through Purple Heaven Palace's roof.

They descended with absolute precision onto the six Purple-Gold Futons at the front!

Like cages and crowns alike, the pillars directly locked the Three Pure Ones, Nuwa, Hong Yun—

And Zhunti, who had only just taken his seat, firmly within their futons!

Zhunti felt as though the weight of the entire Primordial World rested upon his shoulders. Forget standing up to yield his seat—

He could not even move a single little finger and could only watch helplessly as the power of the Heavenly Dao pinned him firmly onto the sixth futon.

"No! Senior Brother! I... I can't get up!"

Zhunti cried out in despair.

Jieyin, who had been about to step forward, bore the brunt of it.

That Heavenly Dao pressure was like an invisible wall of bronze and iron, crashing directly into his chest.

"Step! Step!"

Jieyin gave a muffled grunt as that irresistible force forced him back two steps.

Yet those two steps were like the distance between heaven and earth!

The gates were sealed, the pillars of light had descended, and the pressure suppressed the world.

Jieyin had completely missed his chance to exchange seats. He could only stand outside the futon with Jieyin's Treasure Banner in hand, his face filled with despair.

On the other side of the hall, Ancestor Kunpeng, having regained his senses, leaned against the white jade pillar.

His hair was disheveled, his eyes crimson as blood, and a mad demonic aura that seemed ready to devour people radiated from his entire body.

He stared fixedly at Zhunti, who sat in the position that had originally been his, his teeth grinding audibly.

But he knew very well that Zhunti had now been locked onto and acknowledged by the Heavenly Dao. His seat was secure.

If Kunpeng tried to seize it now, it would be no different from provoking the Heavenly Dao. He would certainly die!

Unable to provoke Zhunti, the humiliation, fury, and killing intent filling Kunpeng's heart—

Immediately found a new outlet like a venomous serpent.

He suddenly turned his head, his sinister and vicious gaze locking firmly onto Hong Yun—

And Li Qingxiao, who sat cross-legged behind Hong Yun!

If not for your defensive reflection disrupting my aura, how could that shameless West bastard have exploited an opening!

How could I have lost this immense fortune!

Kunpeng roared madly in his heart, the flames of resentment nearly burning away all reason.

Hong Yun, you old bastard, and that rogue cultivator in the moon-white Dao robe! The enmity of severed Dao paths is irreconcilable!

If I do not avenge this grudge, I, Kunpeng, swear I am not human!!!

Kunpeng placed every bit of this karma squarely upon Hong Yun and Li Qingxiao.

Thus, an irreconcilable blood feud was formed.

Li Qingxiao naturally sensed Kunpeng's venomous gaze, which longed to kill him, with perfect clarity.

Yet he merely curled his lips into a mocking, cold smile and did not take it seriously at all.

Kunpeng was merely someone destined to never become a saint. If he dared seek revenge, Li Qingxiao would not mind leaving the Primordial World with one fewer Demon Master.

Just as the atmosphere in the hall gradually became subtle because of this upheaval—

Another strange phenomenon arose atop the high platform at the very front of the hall!

Endless purple qi came from nowhere, instantly gathering into a swath of purple auspicious clouds.

Upon those purple clouds, a figure wearing an ancient Dao robe and possessing indistinct features silently appeared.