Heavenly Guidance, Witches and Demons Clash

Li Qingxiao listened to Hong Yun's endless chatter, his gaze flickering slightly.

Seemingly casually, he sighed and said to Hong Yun:

"Fellow Daoist Hong Yun, you are free-spirited by nature and always willing to help others. Such a pure heart is truly rare in the Primordial World. However..."

"However what?"

Hong Yun froze and asked in confusion.

Li Qingxiao slowed his speech, a trace of gravity entering his voice:

"Purple Heaven Palace is a Sage's sacred ground, where the Dao Ancestor personally imparts the Dao. Such an opportunity is naturally unique in the Primordial World."

"But as the saying goes, the greater the opportunity, the heavier the karma."

"When you arrive at Purple Heaven Palace, should you encounter some tremendous opportunity concerning your own Dao path—or even the foundation of becoming a Sage—do not act on impulse as you do now and casually yield that opportunity to another."

At this point, Li Qingxiao gave Hong Yun a deep look.

"You must understand: if Heaven grants something and you refuse it, you will instead suffer its blame."

"Some opportunities, once yielded, do not forge a good affinity—they become a deadly calamity."

As soon as those words fell, even the chaotic gale winds around them seemed to freeze for an instant.

Hong Yun was utterly baffled. He scratched his head and laughed heartily.

"Fellow Daoist Qingxiao, you are overstating it! If I truly encountered such an opportunity, I would naturally strive for it as well."

"But if another fellow cultivator truly needed it urgently, what harm would there be in yielding a little?"

"We are all cultivating in the Primordial World. We ought to support one another!"

Seeing Hong Yun's carefree and broad-minded expression, Li Qingxiao shook his head inwardly and did not try to persuade him further.

He had said enough. The bait had been cast; whether it would be taken depended on fate.

Yet while Hong Yun paid it no mind, Zhen Yuanzi, who stood nearby and was far more meticulous, shuddered violently!

Zhen Yuanzi knew his old friend's character all too well. Li Qingxiao's words were like a sharp blade,

precisely stabbing into Hong Yun's greatest fatal weakness!

Moreover, at their level, a Daluo Golden Immortal's sudden intuition was never without cause.

In the depths of his heart, Zhen Yuanzi sensed that Li Qingxiao's words might very well have pierced through some terrifying heavenly secret!

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes narrowed as he stared fixedly at Li Qingxiao for a long while.

After a moment, he solemnly adjusted his Daoist robe and gave Li Qingxiao a deep bow.

"Fellow Daoist Qingxiao's words are as precious as gold and jade, each one truly profound. Hong Yun is thoughtless; I shall remember them on his behalf."

"Wuzhuang Temple will never dare forget this favor."

Zhen Yuanzi spoke in a low voice, and his tone had unconsciously gained a trace of heartfelt respect.

Li Qingxiao smiled faintly and calmly accepted the bow.

"Fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi, you are too courteous. The storm ahead is subsiding. Let us continue onward."

As the three continued deeper, the chaotic environment beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens grew increasingly perilous.

The violent chaotic currents had already evolved into unending chaos storms.

Earth, water, fire, and wind were constantly forming and perishing here in distorted forms,

and every explosion was comparable to the self-destruction of a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

By this point, even a mighty expert like Zhen Yuanzi, a mid-stage Daluo Golden Immortal, was beginning to struggle.

Violent ripples spread across the earthy-yellow barrier of the Earth Book, while fine beads of sweat appeared on Zhen Yuanzi's brow. Clearly, his magic power was being drained greatly.

Only Li Qingxiao remained as composed as ever.

The World-Cleansing White Lotus's trait of "impervious to all techniques" perfectly countered this disorderly destructive force.

He did not even raise a hand, no matter how savagely the storm raged.

Within thirty feet around him remained a tranquil pure land.

This sight raised Zhen Yuanzi's evaluation of Li Qingxiao once more, and he secretly listed him as a supreme existence who absolutely could not be provoked.

Just as the three advanced with difficulty, a clash of magic power that shook the heavens suddenly rang out from the previously dim chaotic void ahead.

"Clang—!"

An ancient, boundless bell chime pierced through layer upon layer of chaos storms and exploded beside their ears.

Wherever that bell chime passed, the violent earth, water, fire, and wind instantly froze, forcibly suspended in midair!

"What domineering pressure! Is someone fighting ahead?"

Startled, Hong Yun quickly focused his gaze into the distance.

Li Qingxiao and Zhen Yuanzi also stopped and watched.

They saw that, tens of thousands of miles ahead in the chaos, two enormous phantasms of three-legged golden crows, vast enough to blot out the sky, were charging recklessly through endless Solar True Fire.

Those golden flames could even ignite chaotic qi. They were tyrannical to the extreme.

Beneath the golden crow phantom on the left stood a man clad in an emperor's ceremonial robes, proud and peerlessly majestic.

He held his innate spiritual treasure, the River Chart and Luo Writing, in his hand. That ancient scroll emitted mysterious stellar trajectories,

continuously deducing the weak points of the chaos and calmly clearing a path.

This man was none other than Di Jun, the future Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Tribe!

Beside him, another man in golden robes was even more arrogant.

A great chaos-colored bell floated above his head.

The sun, moon, stars, earth, water, fire, and wind circled the outside of the bell,

while mountains, rivers, lands, and the myriad races of the Primordial World faintly appeared within it.

Those bell chimes suppressing chaos came from this very bell!

He was Eastern Emperor Taiyi, wielding the innate supreme treasure, the Chaos Bell!

"As expected of the twin emperors of the Demon Tribe. Relying on their innate supreme treasures, they run rampant through this chaos without restraint. Their manner is truly overbearing and arrogant."

Zhen Yuanzi frowned slightly, quite displeased by the pair's conduct.

Directly before Di Jun and Taiyi stood twelve enormous figures with proud bearing.

Baleful energy soared from their bodies as though primordial fiendgods had descended,

and without any magic treasures protecting them, they were forcibly withstanding the chaos storms with their fleshly bodies!

Some had human faces and serpent bodies, while others had beast heads and human bodies, their muscles knotted and powerful.

They exuded the purest pressure of Pangu's bloodline.

They were the Twelve Ancestral Witches!

The Wu did not cultivate primordial spirits and did not comprehend the workings of fate, so naturally they possessed no magic treasures.

They had come not to seek the Daoist Sect's Dao fruition, but purely to investigate the Sage's true capabilities,

to see what methods this so-called foremost Sage of the Heavenly Dao truly possessed.

Relying on the formidable fleshly bodies they had assumed from Pangu's Blood Essence, the twelve had carved out a path through the chaos with nothing but fists and kicks.

At this moment, Di Jun and Taiyi were using their supreme treasures to clear the way, moving at tremendous speed.

They intended to forcibly overtake the Twelve Ancestral Witches from above.

Taiyi was even more brazen. The Chaos Bell's soundwaves transformed into tangible golden blades that tore apart the chaos, with no regard whatsoever for whether the Ancestral Witches ahead lived or died.

"You two feathered beasts dare act wild over my head? Get down here!"

Zhurong, the most hot-tempered Ancestral Witch of Fire, flew into a rage, and divine flames surged skyward from his body.

He turned and threw a heavy punch capable of shattering stars, smashing ruthlessly toward the golden soundwaves.

Gonggong, the Ancestral Witch of Water, also cursed angrily and threw a punch.

"Rumble—!"

The physical power of the Ancestral Witches collided fiercely with the Chaos Bell's might, unleashing a small-scale storm of destruction within the chaos.

After all, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had no magic treasures, and they suffered a hidden loss under the suppression of an innate supreme treasure.

The violent shockwaves of the collision, mixed with an enormous spatial rift torn open by the Chaos Bell,

veered off course like a black heavenly blade and slashed toward the rear of the Twelve Ancestral Witches!

And standing there was Houtu, the youngest of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.