Myriad Races of the Primordial Desolation Gather Their Fortune Once More, Transforming the Slaughter True Body into a Golden Body of Merit and Fortune!?

As wave after wave of earthshaking roars spread throughout the heavens of the Primordial World.

"Crash—"

In an instant.

Endless Human Clan fortune was ignited, surging mightily across the sky in a vast, turbulent tide.

Almost at the same time.

Rolling, boundless dragon might and immense Dragon Qi ran rampant!

Infinite auspicious Qilin Qi...

Phoenix Nirvana Qi, the essence of Li Fire...

All of it gathered from every direction, ultimately converging into a single force that formed a massive vortex high above the Slaughter True Body's head, surging without end!

The Human Clan and the Three Innate Clans—the dragon, phoenix, and qilin clans—spared no expense in igniting their fortune, hoping that "Houtu" would inherit the aspirations of the three clans and carry the Human Clan's unyielding will to fight bravely against Heaven!

It was precisely because of this.

That the Witch Clan finally received a turning point!

Bolstered by the fortune of all sides, the speed at which Chen Xuan recondensed the Slaughter True Body visibly improved, rapidly repairing and healing it.

This Witch-Demon Calamity was far more terrifying than anyone had imagined.

What had begun as a conflict between the Witch and Demon Clans had drawn one Primordial Saint after another into the fray. As a result, the Calamity Qi, Blood Qi, Grievance Qi, Malevolent Qi... accumulated throughout the Primordial World had all piled up to an immeasurable extent!

It was simply dense to the extreme!

And this Qi was precisely the nourishment the Slaughter True Body needed—a peerless tonic!

Especially with the fortune of the Human Clan and the Three Innate Clans supporting it, limitless Calamity Qi of heaven and earth gathered wildly, rushing forth in a vast torrent with overwhelming momentum and magnificent grandeur!

In merely the blink of an eye.

The Slaughter True Body, which had originally been battered beyond recognition and drained of vitality, completely recovered. It returned to its peak state, its killing intent heavier, its might stronger, and its slaughtering power even fiercer!

At this sight.

Hongjun...

Taiqing, Yuanshi, Jieyin...

All the Saints were shocked and horrified!

Their composure shattered in an instant!

"How... how could this happen? This is... utterly outrageous!"

"Why is the Human Clan like this, and even the thoroughly fallen, ruined Three Innate Clans as well!? What in the world is going on!?"

"Zhulong! Phoenix Mother! Tude Qilin! You Three Innate Clans dare defy Heaven? Are you not afraid that the backlash of Heavenly Dao karma will drag you into eternal damnation?!! How dare you? How dare you?! Ahhh!!"

Taiqing's expression was grave.

Inside Jieyin's tattered sleeves, his hands would not stop trembling.

Yuanshi was even more furious from humiliation, cursing without end!

As for Hongjun, his face was so dark that it looked as though a bucket of water could be wrung from it!

"Hahaha—Hongjun, you old bastard, Saints of the heavens, what do you think? I am not fighting alone!"

"Come on, then! Keep fighting! Fight to the death!"

"Heavenly Dao is cruel, and the Saints are hypocrites. The myriad living beings and races of the Primordial World have long despised your vile deeds and conduct!"

"What is called the great trend of the Primordial World? This is the great trend of the Primordial World—the will of all living beings between heaven and earth!!"

While feeling grateful for the Human Clan and Three Innate Clans' righteous aid, Chen Xuan could not help but feel surprised. Once the Slaughter True Body had reformed, he cupped his fists toward the four directions in salute to express his gratitude, then glared furiously at Hongjun and berated him without pause!

Keep the music playing, keep dancing!

Keep mocking them, keep fighting!

Hahaha—exhilarating! Absolutely exhilarating!!

Hearing this.

Hongjun's face turned livid. His teeth itched with hatred, and rage made his face and neck flush red!

"The Human Clan is still insignificant. It has yet to rise from obscurity and become the protagonist of heaven and earth; its fortune is pitifully weak. Not to mention the fallen and ruined Three Innate Clans, who can only hide away in seclusion. With only this meager fortune supporting you, the Witch Clan still cannot escape its doomed fate. Today... you will still die!"

As the saying went, one could lose but not lose face. Hongjun possessed a Sage's Dao Heart, firm as a rock. He quickly regained his composure and continued coldly.

His killing intent rose again!

His murderous aura became even denser!

"Oh? The fortune of the Human Clan and Three Innate Clans may be insufficient, but what if the fortune of all Myriad Races of the Primordial Desolation gathers here? What will you do then?"

After hearing that, Chen Xuan laughed and spoke mockingly.

The Myriad Races of the Primordial Desolation?! ⊙∀⊙!

The moment those words fell.

Hongjun's expression changed. The Sage's pupils abruptly contracted as he immediately sensed that something was terribly wrong!

"Crash—"

He instinctively looked over, only to see that the immense fortune gathered above the Slaughter True Body's head was still growing ever more intense without end.

It had initially covered an area of ninety billion li.

Yet in the blink of an eye.

It swelled explosively to one trillion li!

Then ten trillion li!

And in the end.

It climbed to its peak, approaching a radius of one hundred quadrillion li!

Vast and magnificent, turbulent beyond measure!

"⊙∀⊙!?????"

"?????" (What the hell is going on?)

Dumbfounded, Hongjun and the Saints were once again utterly dumbfounded!

"My Savage Giant Ox Clan is willing to use our remaining fortune to lend Houtu of the Witch Clan a helping hand!"

"My Ancient Sky-Swallowing Python Clan is willing to use our scant fortune to stand with the Witch Clan through life and death!"

"My Nine Nether Underworld Ancient Crocodile Clan!"

"My Nine Nether Sparrow Clan!"

"My Seven-Colored Sky-Swallowing Flood Dragon Clan!"

"I, the North Sea Black Tortoise!"

"..."

"..."

"We are willing to aid the Witch Clan, shake Heaven's might, and defy injustice!!!"

Rumble—

Not long after, another wave of mountain-shaking, sea-roaring cries erupted throughout the heavens of the Primordial World, shaking the thirty-three layers of Heaven, stirring the cosmos, and resounding through the myriad worlds of chaos!

At a glance.

The Myriad Races of the Primordial Desolation had actually ignited their clans' fortune in unison, transforming into countless streams of light that shot fiercely into the sky. Like a school of fish crossing a river, they gathered in a mighty torrent.

Like an inverted galaxy, they flooded into the Slaughter True Body all at once!

"This..."

"Stare!"

"Stare!"

"Stare!"

Seeing this, Hongjun and the Saints were dumbstruck yet again. Their eyes nearly split open as they gaped in disbelief, their jaws almost dropping to the ground!

Shock!

Horror!

And utter disbelief!

It was simply inconceivable!!

Hongjun in particular was all too familiar with the thunderous, furious voices constantly exploding around him.

Most of these Myriad Races of the Primordial Desolation were impoverished clans that had survived the Ferocious Beast Calamity, the Dragon-Phoenix Calamity, and the conflict between Dao and demons!

Back then, in order to perfect itself, the Heavenly Dao had plotted against the living beings of heaven and earth and launched one slaughtering calamity after another. Countless lives were lost, blood flowed endlessly, and corpses piled into mountains and seas.

Now, Chen Xuan's actions and words had reignited the fighting spirit and resolve to die that the Myriad Races of the Primordial Desolation had buried for endless ages!

In the past, among the Myriad Races of the Primordial Desolation, they had been rivals, mortal enemies, and enemies on the Dao, opposing one another and fighting without end.

But now, the myriad races set aside all their past grudges and enmities. United in purpose and sharing the same hatred, they twisted themselves into a single rope!

As the saying went, wherever there was oppression, there would be resistance!

The fiercer the oppression, the more violent the resistance!

They had awakened. All the Myriad Races of the Primordial Desolation had awakened!

They no longer wished to suffer the oppression of Heavenly Dao, nor did they wish to be schemed against by the Saints of the heavens. Every one of them rose in resistance!

"Crash—"

The vast, surging fortune of the Myriad Races of the Primordial Desolation gathered in full, flooding turbulently into the Slaughter True Body!

Amid the churning boundless blood mist, as the Slaughter True Body continued to expand with the wind, it condensed once more within brilliant golden light billions of zhang tall. Its radiance blazed, illuminating the heavens and cosmos, instantly shining through countless shattered mountains and rivers!

Sacred!

Solemn!

And incomparably majestic!

Its slaughtering power became even fiercer!

Moreover, its Primordial combat strength underwent the utmost sublimation, forcing Hongjun's Dharma Body to tremble violently, on the verge of collapse!

Hongjun panicked. He truly panicked. The Dao Ancestor's solemn majesty was gone, and the Saint's composed bearing had vanished without a trace!

The Saints of the heavens were all dumbstruck as well!

So, this glittering golden thing was... the Slaughter True Body!?

Could it actually be a Golden Body of Merit?!!!

Could it be that Houtu had not deceived them? Was this really a Golden Body of Merit and Fortune!?

Hiss—

Terrifying!!!

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