Chapter 562: Gather All Heroes of the World!

"An innocent man has no crime, but carrying a jade brings guilt." Di Jun repeated these words, frowning. "If so, you should drink it now. Drink it down, let the medicinal power dissolve, then others cannot snatch it even if they try—isn't this the safest method?"

Gu Yuan played with the jade bottle.

The bottle body was warm and moist, emitting white light.

"There is something in this water." Gu Yuan spoke.

Di Jun's expression changed, and he immediately extended his divine sense to envelop the jade bottle.

He checked it repeatedly three times, missing no corner.

"There is no poison." Di Jun gave his conclusion. "Nor any killing aura or spell seal."

"It is not poison." Gu Yuan placed the jade bottle back on the table, pushing it toward Di Jun. "It is a Qi Luck Mark."

"Qi Luck Mark?" As the lord of the Heavenly Court, Di Jun's sensitivity to Qi Luck was keen, and he instantly recognized the nature of this thing.

He was first stunned, then overjoyed: "Isn't this a good thing? The Dao Ancestor is supporting you! With this Qi Luck blessing, your future cultivation will surely achieve twice the result with half the effort, turning misfortune into fortune!"

In Di Jun's view, this was simply a great blessing.

He himself established the Heavenly Court, received recognition from the Heavenly Dao, gained merit and Qi Luck, and thus could advance a thousand miles a day on the cultivation path.

Now the Dao Ancestor personally gave his younger brother a Qi Luck Mark—isn't this just a pie falling from the sky?

"Elder brother, bearing Qi Luck indeed allows one to cultivate smoothly."

Gu Yuan lifted the teacup, blew on the steam, and said: "But if this Qi Luck is so rich that it could make any Quasi-Sage envious, even serving as provisions for achieving sainthood by slaying corpses?"

The smile on Di Jun's face gradually solidified.

He was not a fool; on the contrary, to stand out among the myriad races and establish the Heavenly Court, his wisdom far surpassed ordinary people.

It was only because concern leads to chaos that, for a moment, he had not thought so deeply.

At this moment, being pointed out by Gu Yuan, he instantly understood the danger within.

Yes.

An innocent man has no crime, but carrying a jade brings guilt.

Taiyi currently has low cultivation and a damaged Dao foundation; if he again bears a massive Qi Luck that could drive any Quasi-Sage mad, he would no longer be a brother needing protection, but a walking, fragrant Tang Sanzang flesh!

In the Great Wasteland, there are too many madmen seeking shortcuts.

By then, not to mention scattered cultivators of great ability, even some who claim to be orthodox sects would likely not resist the thought of "killing for treasure, extracting Qi Luck."

The Dao Ancestor's move seems like a gift, but in reality…… it is a death by praise!

It is to push Taiyi into opposition with everyone, making him the target of public criticism!

"What a Hongjun! What a Dao Ancestor!"

Di Jun's teeth gritted with a creaking sound, the killing intent he had just suppressed rising again,

"He intends to use the hands of the myriad races of the Great Wasteland to cut off my brother's path of survival!"

"Elder brother, do not be angry." Gu Yuan set down the teacup, calmly looking at him, "The Dao Ancestor's scheme is a Yang stratagem; he gave me a choice—drink or not drink—entirely up to me."

"If I drink it, I can indeed compensate for part of my primordial origin, but from now on, the Heavenly Court will never have peace, constantly guarding against the jackals lurking in the dark."

"But if I do not drink……"

Gu Yuan picked up that jade bottle, weighed it in his hand, "This thing, if kept, is actually a great blessing."

Di Jun looked at him, the anger in his eyes gradually replaced by doubt.

He could not understand how such a hot potato could become a benefit.

"The Dao Ancestor can use Yang stratagems, so can I."

Gu Yuan looked at his elder brother and said slowly: "Elder brother, when the Heavenly Court was first established, what was most lacking?"

Di Jun pondered: "It was top-tier great ability, the prestige to suppress a clan."

"Correct." Gu Yuan nodded, "Then what if we treat this bottle of Three Light Divine Water as a prize?"

"Elder brother, think: in a hundred years, when the Dao Ancestor gives his Three Lectures, saintly positions will be determined, and I, returning from the Zixiao Palace, will be at the peak of my prestige. At that time, elder brother, in the name of the Heavenly Emperor, will convene a 'Discourse of the Dao Grand Assembly' at the foot of Mount Buzhou."

"Extensively invite all the myriad races of the Great Wasteland; all great abilities above Great Luo Golden Immortal may participate."

"The prize of the assembly is this bottle of Three Light Divine Water."

"The condition to obtain the prize is also very simple." Gu Yuan's lips curled into an arc, "No matter who, as long as they can withstand three hundred undefeated moves under my elder brother, the Heavenly Emperor Di Jun, this bottle of Three Light Divine Water will be presented with both hands."

In the great hall, a dropped needle could be heard.

Di Jun stared blankly at his younger brother, his mind a blank.

Discourse of the Dao Grand Assembly……

Three hundred undefeated moves……

Bestowing Three Light Divine Water……

These few phrases combined, instantly stirred up a heaven-rending great wave in his mind!

He understood!

He understood completely!

This is not some Discourse of the Dao Grand Assembly!

This is clearly a grand ceremony to establish prestige, using the entire Great Wasteland's great abilities as a backdrop, tailored for him, Di Jun, and for the entire Yao Clan Heavenly Court!

At that time, the myriad immortals will come to court.

He, Di Jun, as the Heavenly Emperor, will single-handedly wage a wheel battle against all the top great abilities of the Great Wasteland.

Three hundred moves!

What an exquisite number this is!

If victory were decided in one move, it would seem he is too hegemonic, leaving no room.

If it were a thousand or ten thousand moves, it would seem dragging, not shocking enough.

Three hundred moves, neither too long nor too short, just right to fully display his Quasi-Sage strength, while also giving full face to those challengers.

It can be foreseen that there will inevitably be countless arrogant mighty figures who, for the sake of a supreme treasure like the Three Light Divine Water, will come to challenge.

Then, they will be defeated by him one by one, cleanly and neatly.

After a grand assembly, his Di Jun's reputation of invincibility will thoroughly resound throughout the Great Wasteland.

The prestige of the Yao Clan Heavenly Court will also reach an unprecedented peak!

More importantly, this move can also completely dissolve the Ancestor of the Dao's scheme of killing with kindness into nothingness, and even turn it around, using this bottle of Three Light Divine Water to win hearts for the Heavenly Court and attract countless experts to come and pledge allegiance!

A Yang Scheme!

This is the true Yang Scheme!

Using open and aboveboard strength to crush all conspiracies and tricks!

Di Jun looked at Gu Yuan's face, which still carried a hint of sickly pallor, and the shock in his heart could no longer be described in words.

He originally thought that by beheading his Good Corpse and stepping into Quasi-Sage, he had already stood at the pinnacle of the Great Wasteland.

What he saw was the Ancestor of the Dao's insidiousness, the crisis before his eyes.

Yet what Younger Brother saw was, ten thousand years later, the entire Yao Clan's supreme hegemony of ruling over all under heaven!

As for failure...

He is Di Jun, he is the Heavenly Emperor...

He suppresses all enemies in the world!

"Younger Brother..." Di Jun's voice trembled slightly with excitement, "Elder Brother... Elder Brother..."

He wanted to say some words of gratitude, but discovered that any language, before such heaven-spanning, earth-weaving talent, appeared so pale and powerless.

"Elder Brother." Gu Yuan patted the back of his hand, smiling faintly, "You and I brothers, one body, same heart."

"Good! A fine 'one body, same heart'!"

Di Jun stood up abruptly, he clenched his fists, a surge of heroic ambition never before felt rising from his chest.

"As Younger Brother says! After the Zixiao Palace Three Lectures, We, at the foot of Mount Buzhou, shall meet all heroes of the world!"