Joining Forces with the Two from the West?

Everyone was stunned.

"Impossible! How could an innate supreme treasure that was already destroyed be restored?"

"If the God-Slaying Spear really was destroyed, then what is Beast Emperor Shen Ni holding?"

"This defies all reason!"

Wang Shi rolled his eyes.

"Beast Emperor Shen Ni coming back to life and successfully reaching the Quasi-Saint Peak—that's what truly defies all reason."

"I suspect there's an even more powerful being behind all this."

Yes, it was that very being that controlled everything.

It could revive Beast Emperor Shen Ni, control Kunpeng, and even control Ancestor Minghe.

It might even be capable of controlling Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

But he dared not voice these suspicions.

They were far too inconceivable.

How could a mighty Saint be controlled?

Wang Shi did not believe a Saint would launch such a meaningless battle.

Something like this would only happen if he were being controlled.

For Dao Ancestor Hongjun, it was most advantageous for the Primordial World to proceed along its ordained course.

The chaos now engulfing the Primordial World brought him no benefit.

He needed more Saints in the Primordial World. He needed those Saints to help him achieve true Dao Integration and become the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao.

Of course, these were all Wang Shi's own thoughts, and he dared not share them.

Taishang Laozi spoke, his expression grave.

"Now, only by going to the Purple Firmament Palace ourselves and meeting Dao Ancestor Hongjun in person can we discover the truth."

Everyone nodded solemnly. The situation was growing increasingly troublesome and already posed a serious threat to their survival. Even these mighty figures of the Primordial World had no choice but to take it seriously.

Soon, the group set off for the Purple Firmament Palace.

Along the way, they saw many scenes of Fierce Beasts running rampant.

Without the Heavenly Court's command, the Thirty-Three Heavens had quickly fallen. Fierce Beasts wreaked havoc everywhere, and no one could stop them.

Their hearts were heavy, their spirits utterly downcast.

Before long, they reached the Chaos.

After passing through the Chaos storms and arriving before the Purple Firmament Palace, they all gaped in shock.

Their mouths were wide enough to swallow a giant Chaos egg.

"Heavens! Someone slap me awake! This can't be real!"

"Where is the Purple Firmament Palace? This was a Saint's sacred abode! What happened here?"

"What powerful residual energy! The fighting here was even fiercer. Heavens, I can sense an unimaginable danger. I don't even dare approach the center!"

"The energy here is too violent. What level of battle could have caused such an enormous impact?"

Endless energy continued to drift outward, its scorching fluctuations searing them.

Yet they still wanted to go inside and look.

Although they knew the Purple Firmament Palace might already have been completely destroyed.

They could not accept it. This was a Saint's sacred abode. How could this be possible?

Wang Shi's expression was grave.

"My body is as tough as a supreme treasure. Let me go in!"

The Three Pure Ones moved to stop him.

But Wang Shi shook his head at them, signaling that he would be fine.

The Three Pure Ones could hardly say anything more.

Soon, under everyone's watchful eyes, Wang Shi walked into the center of the energy.

The farther he ventured inside, the more he felt the endless fluctuations of the Great Dao, and a vague realization stirred within him.

This was the power unleashed by the self-detonation of a Great Dao.

What he could not understand was what sort of being could have forced Dao Ancestor Hongjun to blow himself up.

As he gradually drew closer, the violent energy grew increasingly dense, threatening to engulf him completely.

Just then, Wang Shi's body began to react.

His body actually began absorbing this violent energy. His Pangu Great Dao circulated on its own, like a ravenous taotie, ceaselessly devouring this energy of utmost yang and unyielding force.

A quarter of an hour later.

Wang Shi emerged, his entire body flushed red, and gently exhaled a breath of turbid air.

"Everything inside has been reduced to ashes. Nothing remains. Let's go. There's no point staying here."

He took the lead and walked away.

Everyone hurried over and surrounded him, watching him anxiously as they asked about his condition.

Wang Shi explained the situation inside again and again. There was little to say, really. It was a wasteland without even a scrap of debris left; everything had been converted into energy.

The only thing he did not mention was that his body could absorb that energy.

In that quarter of an hour, he had absorbed only a tiny fraction of it. If he wished, he could absorb more.

But he clearly had neither the time nor the energy to do so.

He planned to return later.

Eastern Emperor Taiyi could not accept it.

"Everyone, I'll go in myself. I refuse to believe a Saint could simply be gone like this."

Wang Shi shook his head helplessly. He did not stop him, merely letting him enter.

Although Eastern Emperor Taiyi was gravely injured, with the Chaos Bell, he could easily withstand the surging energy.

Only after entering did he understand that there truly was nothing left.

A short while later, Eastern Emperor Taiyi emerged, his face flushed red.

"Ah..."

Only a sigh lingered in the air.

Everyone fell silent.

With the testimony of the two of them, everyone understood one thing.

The Saint really might be gone.

It was utterly inconceivable.

A mighty Saint had fallen so silently. What exactly had happened? No one could say.

Wang Shi tried to rally their spirits.

"Seniors, the Beast Emperor is still running rampant. The Fierce Beast calamity is still waiting for us."

"We can't give up at a time like this. Our enemy is not invincible."

Everyone immediately burst into laughter. Their spirits had indeed been low; after all, they had just experienced something monumental.

But they were among the strongest beings in the Primordial World. If they lacked even this much resilience, how could they have reached their current heights?

"Boy, we don't need you to comfort us just yet."

Sect Master Tongtian ruffled Wang Shi's hair.

Then he turned to the others.

"Although the Demon Court has been destroyed, the Demon Tribe remains, as do the myriad races of the Primordial World. We still have plenty of powerful fighters."

"I ask the two Demon Emperors to unite all the races under heaven so we can face the Fierce Beast crisis together."

"The three of us will stand guard over the Primordial World, ready to confront the Beast Emperor at any moment. I must admit, that fellow is truly powerful. It will take all three of us to deal with him."

At this point, Wang Shi offered a reminder.

"My three masters are powerful and naturally have no fear of the Beast Emperor, but if he wielded the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords, he could easily trap you."

"I suggest inviting the two patriarchs of the Western Teachings. Those two may be as cunning as ghosts, with black hearts and ruthless hands, but their strength cannot be underestimated."

"As fellow powerful figures of the Primordial World, surely they won't refuse."

Nuwa and Fuxi stepped forward.

"We siblings are willing to go to the Western Teachings and ask its two patriarchs to take action."

Demon Emperor Dijun cautioned them.

"You two are the only remaining mighty figures of the Demon Tribe. You must be extremely careful along the way. Send a signal immediately if you encounter danger. Your priority is to preserve yourselves."

The two nodded solemnly.

With their lives at stake, they had no choice but to be cautious.

Among the crowd, Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi also stepped forward of their own accord.

"We have yet to make any contribution. We are willing to accompany Nuwa and Fellow Daoist Fuxi, so we can look out for one another along the way."

Everyone nodded. The strength of these two unaffiliated immortals could not be underestimated.