Chapter 550: Heavenly Dao Halts War

However—

Just at this critical moment, when life and death hung by a thread!

Boom————!!!!!!

A sound like an ancient bell tolling from the moment of primordial chaos, when heaven and earth were first split, suddenly boomed from the deepest depths of the Primordial Wasteland without any warning!

No!

That wasn't a bell toll!

That was the sigh of the Grand Dao! It was the resonance of Heaven and Earth!

Hum—!

In that instant, time throughout the Primordial Wasteland World came to a complete standstill.

Above Rosy Cloud Valley, the wailing blood rain froze in midair, turning into crystal-clear scarlet droplets.

The rolling, howling black mist of earthly evil solidified into a static tableau of bared fangs and clawing claws.

Hou Yi's fatal divine arrow, capable of shattering the soul of a Great Luo Golden Immortal, hung suspended in the void just an inch from Shang Yang's brow, its tail violently vibrating, the afterimage clearly visible!

Xing Tian's bronze great axe, brought down with all his strength and brutal killing intent, hovered above Shang Yang's head, the black malign energy on its blade instantly freezing like frost!

Xing Tian's ferocious, violent expression, Kuafu's eyes filled with shock and rage, the appearance of hundreds of thousands of Witch Clan warriors shouting with mouths wide open...

At this moment, everything turned into an eternal sculpture!

Even the thoughts of a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal fell into absolute stagnation beneath this heavenly sound!

Heaven and earth changed color, the universe turned upside down.

The sky over Rosy Cloud Valley, originally shrouded in bloody evil mist like an Asura's purgatory, was suddenly ripped apart by immeasurable vast golden light!

Above the Nine Heavens, within billions of miles of void, rolling purple aura surged forth, blocking the sky and sun, stretching across thirty thousand li!

Myriad auspicious clouds, thousands of auspicious ribbons!

In the sky, billions of fragrant golden merit lotuses descended from nowhere; beneath the earth, pure, flawless sweet‑dew jade springs welled up!

The originally violent and chaotic earthly turbid evil, under the vast pure pressure of the Grand Dao, melted away silently like spring snow under a scorching sun.

The defiled lands infected by the White Bone Great Array instantly sprouted lush spiritual herbs and immortal blossoms!

An indescribable supreme power descended upon every corner of this heaven and earth.

Whether it was the lofty Monster Clan Heavenly Court or the dark, deep Witch Clan Pangu Hall;

Whether it was the Demon Master Palace in the Northern Abyss Extreme Cold Land or the Asura God Temple in the depths of the Blood Sea;

Even the Three Pure Dao Arena on Kunlun Mountain and the Sumeru Holy Land in the Western Lands...

At this moment, countless beings of the Primordial Wasteland, regardless of cultivation or lineage, involuntarily had their souls tremble, and in the depths of their minds they bowed toward the boundless Chaos beyond the Nine Heavens!

Immediately after.

A tone devoid of any worldly emotion, utterly plain, yet seeming to condense the will of the entire Primordial Wasteland Heavenly Dao, slowly descended from that infinite height, ringing clearly in the depths of every being's consciousness:

"Highly reclined upon ninefold clouds, the mat holds the true Dao."

"Beyond the profound yellow of Heaven and Earth, I shall be the Supreme Patriarch."

"Pangu gave birth to the Taiji; the Yin Yang and Four Symbols follow."

"One Dao transmits to the Three Friends; the Two Teachings expound and divide."

"The elite of the Mystic Gate all arise; one breath transforms into Hongjun."

The grand Daoist verse echoed between heaven and earth, trembling the ages.

"I am Hongjun."

"In the past, a single lecture at Zixiao Palace lasted ten thousand years. Now, as the aura of the impending calamity rises, Heaven and Earth's cause and effect entwine, the Heavenly Dao feels moved, and I hereby open a second lecture at Zixiao Palace."

"This time I will lecture on… the Dao of the Great Luo, the marvel of the Quasi‑Sage, and the method of proving the Dao by severing the Three Corpses!"

"Ten thousand years hence, the gates of Zixiao Palace will open. All who are fated in the Primordial Wasteland and able to enter Chaos may come to hear the Dao."

"Thus commanded."

Rumble—!!

The moment the final two words fell, it was as if the Heavenly Dao's decree had been stamped, and the law and order of the entire Primordial Wasteland World instantly cleared!

Within Rosy Cloud Valley, the frozen spacetime laws gradually resumed operation like a receding tide.

Crack!

The fatal divine arrow hanging before Shang Yang's brow, under the soothing pressure of the supreme Heavenly Dao, shattered inch by inch into a handful of white bone powder devoid of spiritual energy, scattering on the wind.

Xing Tian's axe, capable of splitting mountains and cleaving the earth, before this power was as if striking an unseen primeval divine mountain; a gentle yet overwhelmingly domineering force lightly shoved it back thirty thousand zhang!

"Pff—!"

Xing Tian's massive demonic body flew backward, his arms violently trembling, his tiger's mouth split open, the bronze great axe nearly flying from his grasp, and a mouthful of scalding Witch Clan's malign blood involuntarily gushed out!

Kuafu retreated even more, each step leaving a huge pit in the ground, and his Peach Wood Divine Staff lost all its radiance!

"Dao Ancestor?!"

Xing Tian steadied his form, wiped the black blood from his lips, lifted his head to gaze upon the vast purple‑aura vault, his eyes filled with endless shock and resentment.

Just a moment away!

Just the blink of an eye, and he could have beheaded the Monster Saint Shang Yang beneath his axe!

But just at that crucial moment, the Hongjun Dao Ancestor of Zixiao Palace, who was on the verge of uniting with the Dao, actually issued a decree to lecture!

Under the supreme majesty of the Heavenly Dao, words become law, forcibly erasing all killing intent!

Before such an embodiment of the world's supreme will, not to mention him Xing Tian, even if all Twelve Ancestor Witches gathered, none would dare, at the moment the Dao Ancestor's edict to halt war is proclaimed, to swing their axe and kill!

That would be seeking one's own death!

"Cough cough… cough…"

In the void, Shang Yang, who had snatched back a life from before the Ghost Gate Pass, coughed violently, gasping for breath.

He looked at his own broken body, then at the surrounding White Bone Killing Array slowly dissipating, his eyes filled with the dazed shock of having survived a catastrophe.

He had survived…

He actually survived!

Under the deadly predicament of the three top Great Witches, at the instant Hou Yi's Divine Arrow and Xingtian's Giant Axe struck him, a decree from the Dao Ancestor forcibly dragged him back from the abyss of extinction.

"Old man Shang Yang!"

Xingtian gripped his giant axe tightly, glaring at Shang Yang, and snarled through gritted teeth:

"You're lucky! The Dao Ancestor preaches that heaven and earth cease war; today I'll spare your life!"

"Get back to your Heavenly Court and tell Emperor Jun and Taiyi, those two feathered beasts, that once the Zixiao Palace finishes its lecture, it will be the time for my Wu Tribe to trample the Southern Heaven Gate!"

"Let's go!"

Xingtian knew there was no chance to fight here; he roared, swept his sleeves, and led Kuafu, Hou Yi, and the remnants of the Wu Tribe army, swiftly sinking into the earth's cracks like a receding tide, disappearing.

The violent killing aura faded, leaving only the devastated Fall Cloud Valley and the severely wounded Shang Yang alone, standing bleakly in the wind.

…

Heavenly Court, Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

Boom!

A brilliant golden light piercing the nine heavens tore through the void, as Emperor Jun violently broke out of the Closed-door Seclusion Great Array in the Sun God Palace!

At this moment, Emperor Jun wore the Sun-Moon-Star Robe and the Peak Heaven Crown; his aura of quasi-sage peak surged like a vast ocean, while above his head the Hetu Luoshu evolved into a sky-full star chart, and the three hundred sixty-six staves of the Zhou Tian Star Pennant, though not yet complete, already flickered with nascent divine power.

Yet, on the face of this Heavenly Emperor, there was no joy at breaking through, only overwhelming fury and dread.

"Where is Shang Yang?!"

Emperor Jun's majestic voice thundered like the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, exploding within the hall.