Chapter 20: Yuanshi's Furious Outburst

【Ding, Yuanshi has descended, mission complete.】

Dijiang, who was deep in cultivation, could not help but open his eyes.

"So that's how it is!!"

With the twelve laws Dijiang currently grasped, a simple calculation was enough to know what had happened on the Great Desolate Land.

"The Wu Clan has already changed, and now the Great Desolation is beginning to change as well."

Dijiang was exceptionally happy.

If this could be maintained, the Wu Clan would certainly not perish, but would only get better and better.

As for the Great Desolation?

A terrifying, murderous glint appeared in Dijiang's eyes.

But before that, he still had to hoodwink Yuanshi once more.

"Fellow Daoists, how has the thousand years of cultivation been?"

It was still the meeting hall, and they were still in the same seats.

Twelve external incarnations replaced the Ancestral Witches to come out and meet the Saint Yuanshi.

"This must be credited to the Three Pure Ones Saints; in these thousand years, I have advanced a step further and grasped fifty percent of the Space Law."

"Haha, me too. The pills from the Three Pure Ones fellow Daoists were too wonderful; I was almost intoxicated by them."

"With pills, who would still bother cultivating slowly?"

"That's right, Saint Yuanshi, if you give me another hundred million Heavenly Evil Power-Refining Pills, I guarantee I can cultivate to the Quasi-Sage Late Stage. By then, killing the Demon Race will be like chopping melons and vegetables."

"Tianwu's aptitude is too poor; I only need eight thousand Great Heaven-Reaching Pills, and I guarantee I will pluck Di Jun's head off."

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The twelve Ancestral Witch external incarnations started spouting nonsense, completely disregarding Yuanshi's mood.

At the very beginning, these Ancestral Witches could still speak like human beings.

But as they continued, the corners of Yuanshi's eyes twitched wildly.

A hundred million? Eight thousand?

Do you really think pills are that easy to refine?

And even if you cultivated to the Quasi-Sage Late Stage, how could you possibly defeat Di Jun and Taiyi, who hold the River Chart, the Luo Book, and the Chaos Bell?

"Those weapons are good, but they are still too light and not sharp enough. Saint Yuanshi, I have a presumptuous request: how about you increase the weight of my Heaven-Slaying Spear by a trillion catties and add some innate fierce-evil spirituality into it?"

"I want it too, I want it too! I heard that Saint Yuanshi is an expert in artifact refining; this little request should be very easy to satisfy."

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"I think that, apart from the Three-Foot Sword Art, the other combat techniques are not very good; they don't fit our Wu Clan's 'death-defying' fighting style at all."

"Yes, yes, I think so too. Saint Yuanshi, why not give us a few more ferocious combat techniques? Otherwise, how can our strength improve?"

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Yuanshi had looked at every single combat technique.

Although he disdained Wu Clan combat techniques, Tongtian had indeed put his heart into them.

Especially the Three-Foot Sword Art; even he had been tempted by it at the time.

He had even matched this sword art with the Nine-Turn Mysterious Art for his future Chan Sect protectors.

But now??

The twelve Ancestral Witches were becoming more and more outrageous.

And "death-defying."

If they were truly death-defying, they wouldn't be hiding in Pangu Hall right now.

Yuanshi's eyes were already gloomily terrifying.

He swore.

Since he became a Saint, no one had ever dared to be so... pushy in front of him.

"Enough!!"

A roar.

Filled with Saint power, it directly blasted the twelve Ancestral Witches away.

Laozi was profound, and Tongtian was open-minded.

But Yuanshi was naturally concerned about his reputation, commonly known as being narrow-minded.

Now that he had suffered such great anger, being able to endure until now was already...

Giving the Witch-Demon Calamity a lot of face.

"You unworthy brats are not worth conspiring with!!!"

"You bunch of bone-headed, stubborn brutes, I don't know what kind of face you have to dare call yourselves Pangu Orthodox along with us."

"If the Great God Pangu knew that his essence blood had given birth to you bunch of unlucky things, I fear even the coffin lid of the Great Dao could not suppress his fury."

Yuanshi cursed and grumbled, finally flicking his sleeves and leaving.

He had come three times.

Not once was he satisfied.

Even the things the three brothers had spent a hundred years on had been like meat buns thrown at a dog—gone forever.

The key point.

Look at their faces.

They even had an expression of disdain.

What are you, the Wu Clan? What do you have? To dare to disdain what a Saint has bestowed is simply rebellious and unfilial.

Yuanshi did not dare to linger here any longer.

He feared his Dao heart would be unable to resist killing them all.

"Hmph, consider yourself lucky to have left quickly."

Dijiang, who had been hiding in the shadows, walked out. Yuanshi's killing intent could deceive his external incarnation, and it could deceive the other eleven Ancestral Witches.

But how could it deceive him?

Today, Dijiang had completely refined Pangu Hall, and it was in perfect harmony with his own mind.

This was, after all, the skull of the Great God Pangu.

Beyond being indestructible, it also possessed many unfathomable abilities.

Such as sensing malice.

Sensing Yuanshi's monstrous killing intent, how could Dijiang possibly indulge him?

If Yuanshi had paused for even a moment.

Pangu Hall and the Heaven Refining Coffin would have been brought down upon him directly.

Thirty-five Heavens, Taiqing Realm.

"It enrages me, it enrages me!!!"

"Simply a brainless piece of trash who doesn't know what's good for them."

Upon returning, Yuanshi let out a roar.

"What is the matter?"

Taiqing was doddering and aged, eyes closed, saying nothing.

Instead, Tongtian looked at Yuanshi with a curious expression.

How many years had it been?

The three brothers had been together for trillions of years, and he had not seen Yuanshi lose his temper in a long time.

Moreover, to be this exasperated was simply inconceivable.

"What is the matter? What else could be the matter?"

"Don't you like doing this errand?"

"Why did you give up halfway??"

Yuanshi glared at Tongtian with ill temper.

"Yuanshi!!"

Tongtian, who had suffered an unprovoked disaster, would not indulge Yuanshi.

But before he could speak, the Taiqing Saint opened his eyes.

"Third Brother, I am not targeting you."

"It is that bunch of the Wu Clan, they are too shameless!!"

Yuanshi took a deep breath and recounted his encounter with the Wu Clan.

"Just this?"

After listening, the Taiqing Saint glared at Yuanshi.

"Eldest Brother, they do not understand etiquette, they do not comprehend the Great Dao; what else is there to say to them?"

Upon hearing this, Yuanshi immediately bristled.

"Enough, put away your explosive temper."

"We must complete the task entrusted to us by Teacher."

The Taiqing Saint stood up, "You all stay here; I will go to the Wu Clan and take a look."

Great Desolate Land.

"This cannot go on!!"

Kunpeng looked toward Minghe.

Both were famous existences among the three thousand Red Dust Guests; that they had not become Saints before could only be blamed on bad luck.

But now the opportunity was right before their eyes; if they did not fight for it.

Then what was the point of seeking the Great Dao? "What method do you have??"

Minghe was naturally unwilling to give up.

"With the Saints not coming out, our taking the Eastern Region is just a matter of time!!"

"Isn't that just nonsense?"

Hearing what Kunpeng said, Minghe rolled his eyes directly.

"There are Saints in the East, and there are likewise Saints in the Western Region."

Kunpeng took a deep breath.

He knew that the path to becoming a Saint was, in itself, a path of bones and corpses.

Especially with the Saints now overhead; if one lacked a bit of courage, this life would just be like this.

"You mean to?"

"Correct, the snipe and the clam fight."

"You dare to scheme against them? Do you not want your life!!"

Minghe looked left and right, then hurriedly and frantically channeled his magic power, wanting to conceal the heavenly secrets.

"Rest assured, my Heavenly Demon Transformation Banner has the ability to conceal heavenly secrets."

"Added to the Heavenly Demon Profound Evil Array, as long as they do not actively calculate, they will not be able to perceive it."

Seeing Minghe's appearance, Kunpeng felt disdain in his heart.

With only this much courage, you still dare to come and contend for the Great Desolate Land.

No wonder you created one billion two hundred and ninety-eight million Blood God Child, it turns out the fear of death is innate.

Because of this, Kunpeng felt even more at ease.

Cooperating with such a character, the final victor will only be himself.

(End of this chapter)