Taishang's wrath!

In the Pangu Temple, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had gathered alongside the Three Pure Ones, the Demon Emperors, and another of Wang Shi's avatars. All of them stared gravely at the Battle Map before them.

A vast blood-colored region was steadily devouring the blue region, whose territory grew smaller and smaller, gradually contracting.

At this rate, it was only a matter of time before the entire Primordial World fell.

"This shouldn't be happening. With so many powerful cultivators in Southern Jambudvipa, how could they all have died overnight? It makes no sense."

"Could they have used the God-Slaying Spear again? But I didn't sense Beast Emperor Shen Ni's presence at all."

Confusion appeared on everyone's faces.

Just as they were speculating...

The red boundary began advancing rapidly. The defensive lines established by both the Witch Clan and the Demon Tribe seemed to have become a joke.

The blood-red area on the map began swallowing the entire Primordial World at a speed too horrifying to accept.

Everyone stared in stunned disbelief, exchanging looks.

They knew perfectly well that they had to do something now.

But what exactly could they do? How could they break this reliance of theirs?

"This concerns the entire Primordial World. The few of us alone can never make any headway..."

"We must mobilize everyone."

Demon Emperor Taiyi looked somewhat helpless.

"Now that the Demon Court has been destroyed and Southern Jambudvipa has been overrun, those powerful cultivators cannot even protect themselves, whether they're dead or alive. Who else can break through these Fierce Beasts' encirclement?"

Just then, Wang Shi frowned and looked up into the air.

He sensed the aura emanating from his other avatar.

"Please wait a moment, everyone. Once I merge with my avatar, I'll know what happened!"

He rose into the air, flying toward the other Wang Shi hovering above.

Like meteors, the two collided in an instant.

The entire Pangu Temple seemed to tremble.

A flood of memories poured into Wang Shi's mind.

Everything that had happened in Southern Jambudvipa swiftly began reconstructing itself in his mind.

Wang Shi abruptly opened his eyes and returned to the Pangu Temple.

As Wang Shi approached, toying with a wisp of flame, everyone's gaze turned toward him.

"Fellow Daoist Stone Spirit, what exactly happened? Tell us quickly."

Everyone looked at Wang Shi anxiously.

They all wanted to know what had happened in Southern Jambudvipa.

Countless people had once tried to cross the river of time, but sadly, even truly glimpsing the past was exceedingly difficult.

Wang Shi fell silent. Then the flame in his hand formed a blood-red screen of light.

Soon, the scene of the battle was revealed before everyone.

They looked at Wang Shi in surprise.

His control over flames was truly divine. He could actually use them to depict the past.

When that fellow who loved showing off appeared...

The Three Pure Ones raised their heads.

Their expressions turned grave as they spoke.

"Do you know what that person looked like? His actions remind me of a very unusual being, one from an extremely ancient age."

Wang Shi raised an eyebrow, and soon, that person's figure appeared before everyone.

Looking at the figure before them, the Three Pure Ones wore expressions that said their suspicions had been confirmed.

"There's no mistaking it now. This is an ancient powerhouse, a renowned cultivator of the Dao of Illusion in the Primordial World, named Mirage Dragon."

"He was once a member of the Dragon Tribe as well. However, his obsession with the Dao of Illusion led Ancestral Dragon to strike his name from their ranks, leaving him to wander the Primordial World."

"To think this fellow would appear here!"

It seemed this fellow was indeed an extraordinary powerhouse.

The fact that the Three Pure Ones remembered him made his strength easy to imagine.

Wang Shi smiled faintly.

"It was precisely with the aid of his Dao of Illusion that those Fierce Beasts were able to expand so quickly."

"The most effective way to stop them is to swiftly seal off their advance and find a way to eliminate this Mirage Dragon."

Though they held this creature in contempt, just as Wang Shi had said, Mirage Dragon was the culprit behind it all.

Without him, these Fierce Beasts could never have advanced so quickly.

Taishang Laozi sighed helplessly.

"Very well. Let me take action personally. It has been a long time since I fought a junior so young."

As a powerhouse at the Quasi-Saint Peak, dealing with a junior was somewhat beneath his dignity.

But now was not the time to worry about saving face. He would deal with this creature first.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then sorry for the trouble, Taishang."

"We wish you victory the moment your banner rises, and success the moment your horse arrives."

Although this bout of flattery was pleasing, it also made Taishang Laozi feel a trace of pressure.

As the Three Pure Ones and their disciple departed, Demon Emperor Dijun spoke with a grave expression.

"We cannot let the Three Pure Ones fight alone. Both the Witch Clan and the Demon Tribe must send powerful cultivators to support the front lines."

"Does anyone object?"

Everyone nodded solemnly.

"Agreed."

Soon, under the Demon Emperor's organization, a large allied force of the Demon Tribe and the Witch Clan set out for the East Victory Divine Continent, led by Demon Emperor Taiyi.

At this moment, the Fierce Beasts were advancing rapidly. They had already begun attacking the heartland of the East Victory Divine Continent.

However, the various races of the Primordial World were more numerous here, and more united.

Their powerful cultivators were stronger as well.

The Fierce Beasts began finding the fighting more difficult.

A figure stood behind the Fierce Beast Army.

Mirage Dragon was watching the battlefield closely.

With every gentle wave of his hand, he could take the lives of countless beings of the Primordial World.

Few powerful cultivators could withstand his Illusory Power.

And even if one or two managed to awaken quickly, they could not withstand the onslaught of countless demonic beasts.

"Boy, are you enjoying yourself? Why help a tyrant commit atrocities? Wouldn't it be better to devote yourself to cultivation? Do you know how greatly you have affected the Heavenly Dao of the entire Primordial World?"

Taishang's voice sounded behind Mirage Dragon.

Hearing that voice, Mirage Dragon gave a slight shudder.

His lips trembled as he spoke.

"Is that Senior Taishang Laozi? To think I could draw you into taking action personally. What an honor!"

"It seems I've caused you a great deal of trouble. I'm truly sorry, but I have no choice. Someone promised to help me bring my Dao of Illusion to full mastery and become a quasi-saint, or even a saint."

"We are all ancient powerhouses. Why should you all stand so high above everyone, while I can only hide in the shadows and look up at you?"

He could not accept it!

After countless years, he had finally waited long enough for such an opportunity. He would never give it up, nor could he.

Taishang Laozi sighed softly. No one could stop another from pursuing the Great Dao.

"Then there is nothing more to say. I dislike disciplining juniors, but you have already threatened my safety and that of the entire Primordial World. Today, I ask you to meet your death."

Taishang Laozi, who had always cultivated the Dao of Nonaction, was now furious beyond measure.

His eyes burned with anger at Mirage Dragon's failure to better himself.

Although Mirage Dragon was not his disciple, he had personally guided him back then.

To think that, rather than showing much progress, he had only fallen further into depravity.