Chapter 1735

The Heavenly Court.

Duobao Dao Ren had been drinking and reveling with his fellow disciples when suddenly he sensed a familiar Hunyuan aura; his eyes changed.

"It's Wu Dang, my junior sister!"

"No—it's Wu Dang, the Holy One!"

At that moment, all who had been slightly drunk broke into cold sweats, their intoxication vanishing.

When did Wu Dang Holy Mother become Hunyuan?

Duobao's gaze grew complex, thinking of Yunxiao and Zhao Gongming.

Could it be that they taught Wu Dang the method to become Hunyuan?

This is unfair!

Jin Ling Holy Mother and Gui Ling Holy Mother sat in their divine palaces, expressions complicated.

Who would have thought that after just a short while apart, this fellow Daoist had already attained Hunyuan?

Gui Ling looked at Jin Ling; both saw a trace of resentment in the other's eyes.

We were such close sisters—how could she attain sainthood without telling us, sneaking off to do it alone?

The West.

Zhunti and Jieyin stared at each other, confused.

Whether saint or Hunyuan, this world could not possibly produce any more.

As Hong Jun's disciples, they naturally knew Hong Jun's intentions.

To govern the world, to seize Creation.

If there are too many Hunyuan powerhouses, his control over Heaven and Earth will inevitably weaken.

Thus, the path to sainthood had long been closed.

The path to attaining Hunyuan had also been sealed by him.

How did Wu Dang Holy Mother attain Hunyuan?

"Could Master be plotting something again?"

Jieyin's face twisted in distress. "If this is true, our plans may be ruined."

If the authority of Heaven and Earth were likened to a cake, the saints were those who divided it.

Originally, six saints each received one-sixth.

Now that more Hunyuan powerhouses have appeared—even if not saints—their power compels them to claim a share of this cake.

Thus, the portion each saint receives shrinks.

Especially the two Western Saints, who have long been shunned by the East.

Now that Eastern power grows, they may lose even more.

"Brother, we must increase our visits with Tongtian Dao Friend."

Zhunti's gaze sharpened. "A single sect with two saints—many of our old plans may no longer work."

Jieyin nodded. "Naturally."

Meanwhile.

Tai Qing and Yuan Shi both felt complicated emotions, calculating the heavenly fate of the Three Realms, seeking to know if the great tide of Heaven and Earth had shifted.

Boom—

At that moment, thunder rolled across Heaven and Earth.

The Purple Cloud Palace appeared in the sky.

"Heavenly Dao, you cannot contain me—why not surrender?"

Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, Hong Jun's eyes brimmed with murderous intent; above his head, the Jade Disk of Creation emitted terrifying ripples.

Trapped for a thousand years, he did not know how the world outside had changed.

How could Hong Jun not be furious!

This was the battle to eradicate the Jie Sect, to strip humanity of its last authority, to destroy the ancient powerhouses!

If the Divine Ascension Plan were delayed, his chance to seize control of the Heavenly Dao might be postponed indefinitely.

Of course, he had considered personally descending to slay all clans and powerhouses.

But clearly, this world was not his sole dominion.

If he truly appeared in the mortal realm while merging with the Dao, the Heavenly Dao might play even more cunning tricks.

Then, merging with the Dao would become even harder.

Luo Fu Grotto.

Zhang Taixuan suddenly looked to the sky, saw the Purple Cloud Palace appear, and said: "I'll deal with Hong Jun. The rest you divide among yourselves."

In truth, he could handle all other saints alone.

But he did not do so.

No reason other than this.

He was not of this world; he took his share and would leave. The authority of Heaven and Earth would ultimately be divided among this world's saints.

If the spoils are to be divided, can one just sit on the sidelines eating melons during battle?

This is the battle that Nü Wa and Tongtian must endure.

As he spoke, Zhang Taixuan's figure vanished, shooting up to the ninth heavens, swinging a punch straight at the Purple Cloud Palace.

The powerhouses of the Three Realms were stunned.

That was Hong Jun, the Ancestral Dao Master's sacred abode—who dared disturb it?

Boom—

Just as he was thinking this, he saw the Purple Firmament Palace get smashed apart by a fist in an instant.

"That's impossible!"

"That was the invincible Ancestor Hongjun!"