The Yao Are Founded, Chaos Clash

Di Jun put away the River Chart and Luo Writing. A trace of blood, rebounding from the heavenly secrets, seeped from the corner of his mouth, and his face was incomparably grim.

"A great power acted... No karma remains, no trace can be found!"

"Argh! Damn it!!"

Taiyi threw back his head and roared, so stifled with rage he was nearly driven mad, yet he had nowhere to vent it!

After a long while, Di Jun took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the fury in his heart.

He knew that he could only swallow this hidden loss today. He absolutely could not let it delay the greater scheme.

Di Jun turned around to face the countless billions of birds, beasts, and Primordial Ferocious Beast armies gathered atop the ruins of Zifu Continent.

Clad in an imperial golden robe, his sovereign aura soared into the heavens.

Holding the River Chart and Luo Writing, he drew upon the great momentum of heaven and earth and swore loudly to the sky:

"Heavenly Dao above! Here stand the sacred beings of the Solar Star, Di Jun and Taiyi!"

"In accordance with Heaven's mandate, we shall destroy the false Immortal Court and unite the birds and beasts, plants and spirit creatures of the Primordial World!"

"From this day onward, the Myriad Races of the Primordial World shall belong to one family and be known as the Yao!"

"I shall be the Yao Emperor, and Taiyi shall be the Eastern Emperor! With the River Chart and Luo Writing and the Chaos Bell, we shall suppress the Yao's destiny for countless ages!"

"When we return to the starry sky and find the supreme Heaven Realm, we shall establish the Yao Heavenly Court and rule all heavens!"

"The Yao are founded!!"

Rumble—!!

Above the firmament, the Heavenly Dao thundered!

Boundless fortune and destiny poured down like a river from the nine heavens, enveloping Di Jun, Taiyi, and the countless Yao.

At this moment, the united Yao officially gained a foothold in the heavens and earth of the Primordial World!

Meanwhile, in the depths of the Eastern Sea, tens of millions of miles away.

Under the cover of water and earth veins, Li Qingxiao had long since drifted away.

He landed on an unnamed isolated island, set up a concealment formation, and sent his divine sense into his sleeve.

"If I do not refine such fortune in time, keeping it on me will instead become a burden of karma."

With a thought from Li Qingxiao, the Chaos Gourd above his head slowly tilted.

Streams of vast Chaos Current poured down.

He circulated his immense mana.

He sent the three Supreme-Grade Innate Ancestral Spirit Veins he had seized into the Small Universe within the gourd.

The previously barren chaos world was immediately flooded with spiritual energy like rain.

The mountain-like piles of divine materials and Innate Spirit Medicines.

Were also sorted and stored in perfect order, without the slightest omission.

As for the Supreme-Grade Innate Spirit Treasure, the Dragon-Headed Cane, and the Innate Pure Yang Origin Core.

Li Qingxiao used the supreme origin of the Twelfth-Grade Purifying White Lotus to lay down layer upon layer of seals.

He cleansed away all residual karmic sin from them, turning them completely into foundations unique to himself.

This trip to the Eastern Sea had truly left him overflowing with gains!

Just as Li Qingxiao finished all this and slowly opened his eyes.

Buzz~!

From the direction of Purple Heaven Palace, deep within the chaos Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

A vast and ancient reverberation of the Great Dao suddenly rang out!

Primordial Purple Qi stretched across the sky. The ten-thousand-year period had arrived.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun's second lecture, concerning the Quasi-Saint Three Corpses Severing Dao, was about to officially begin!

Li Qingxiao did not linger. With a sweep of his long sleeve, he put away the concealment array disc.

A flawless phantom of a pure white White Lotus silently lifted him beneath his feet.

Transforming into a streak of light, he shot straight toward the Nine-Layer Heavenly Astral Wind Layer.

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, at the edge of chaos.

The void was no longer as deathly silent as before.

Yao Emperor Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi arrived together.

They had just founded the Yao in the Eastern Sea, carrying the vast fortune and destiny gained from uniting the Myriad Races of the Primordial World.

Two Golden Crow manifestations that blotted out the sky stood across the chaos.

Solar True Fire blazed fiercely, burning even the violent earth, water, fire, and wind until they warped and retreated.

Behind them, Ji Meng, Yingzhao, Baize, and the other ten Yao Sages accompanied them as guards.

Countless Yao gathered at the edge of the Primordial World's heavenly curtain, beating drums and shouting in unison.

Banners covered the sky, and Yao aura surged into the heavens.

Such a display far surpassed the time of Purple Heaven Palace's first lecture.

Di Jun stood with his hands behind his back, clad in imperial robes. He looked down arrogantly upon the gathered immortals, displaying all the dominance of the Yao Emperor.

Many great loose cultivators revealed looks of awe and retreated far away, not daring to meet his sharp edge.

However, just as the Yao's momentum was at its most rampant.

Rumble!

Twelve enormous pillars of surging blood and qi.

Like heavenly pillars supporting the sky.

Smashed through the Primordial World Fetal Membrane and plunged directly into chaos.

Violent Pangu Fiendish Qi collided fiercely with the Yao's Solar True Fire.

Setting off a world-destroying storm tens of thousands of zhang high.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches had appeared.

Though they had no primordial spirits and could not cultivate the Daoist Sect's Three Corpses Severing Dao, they still entered chaos today.

Dijiang, the foremost Ancestral Witch, and Houtu, the Ancestral Witch of Earth, led the others forward with their heads held high.

They had two purposes in coming.

First, to crush the Yao's arrogant momentum after their founding and display the supreme divine might of the Orthodox Lineage of Pangu.

Second, to secretly stand guard for the Grand Venerable Qingxiao whom they revered.

Houtu wore a pale yellow dress as she stood amid the violent Chaos Current.

Her beautiful eyes repeatedly swept through the sea of people and the surrounding turmoil, as though searching for that familiar figure in white robes.

"You two mangy birds think you can command the Primordial World just because you founded some damned Yao?"

Zhurong's voice boomed like a great bell. Crimson divine fire curled around him as he cursed without the slightest restraint.

Killing intent surged in Taiyi's eyes, and golden light burst from the Chaos Bell in his hand.

"Wu barbarians, you are courting death!"

The two hegemonic races, the Wu and the Yao, confronted one another in chaos for the first time. Their terrifying pressure left even the surrounding Daluo Golden Immortals struggling to breathe.

The signs of their rivalry had already emerged.

Just as the two sides stood at sword point.

A pure, flawless gleaming white divine light leisurely rose from the lower realm of the Primordial World.

Li Qingxiao, dressed in moon-white Daoist robes and standing atop the Twelfth-Grade Purifying White Lotus, entered chaos without haste.

The originally violent earth, water, fire, wind, and chaos storms around him.

The instant they touched the three-foot radius around the Purifying White Lotus.

Were silently dissolved by its pure divine light.

They were even forcibly transformed into the purest Innate Essence Qi, lingering around Li Qingxiao.

He wandered through the raging chaos as though strolling through his own backyard.

Along the way, many Daluo loose cultivators and divine demons from various factions struggled to activate their treasures against the Chaos Current.

When they saw this, all stopped in shock, their eyes filled with envy and reverence.

Li Qingxiao ignored everyone's gazes and walked straight toward the depths of chaos.

"Brother Qingxiao!"

A delighted cry came from ahead.

Ancestor Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi came forward together.

Hong Yun held the Ninety-Nine Soul-Scattering Red Gourd, his face glowing red.

He hurried forward and gave Li Qingxiao a deep bow.

"Thanks to Brother Dao's warning long ago! That Dong Wang Gong, who did not know his own limits, once sent people to Mount Wanshou to recruit us."

"This poor Daoist followed Brother Dao's advice and kept his cave abode tightly shut."

"Now that the Immortal Court has been destroyed, not only did this poor Daoist avoid that overwhelming karma, my Dao heart has become clear and flawless!"

His gratitude toward Li Qingxiao had already reached an indescribable level.

Beside him, Zhen Yuanzi held the Earth Book. As his gaze fell upon Li Qingxiao, his heart suddenly jolted.

He keenly sensed that, after only a few thousand years apart, Li Qingxiao's aura had become as deep as an abyss and as vast as the sea.

The Dao charm he inadvertently emitted was unmistakably that of a Late-Stage Daluo Golden Immortal!

Even more frighteningly, Li Qingxiao's physical body seemed to have undergone a heaven-shaking transformation.

Every gesture he made faintly carried a terrifying force capable of suppressing heaven and earth.