Chapter 563

The Nine Dragons Sandalwood Palanquin passed through Chaos, smoothly sailing back to the Southern Heavenly Gate.

Returning to the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, Di Jun did not even sit back on his own imperial throne.

He stood in the center of the hall, releasing the aura of a Quasi-Sage without reservation, his voice like a great bell, echoing throughout the entire Heavenly Court.

"Issue my decree!"

"A hundred years from now, on the day the Three Lectures of the Dao Ancestor conclude, I shall convene the 'Discourse on the Dao Grand Assembly' at the foot of Mount Buzhou!"

"I will widely invite the Powers of the Great Wasteland; all who have reached the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm may come."

"At the assembly, I shall, in the name of the Yao Clan Heavenly Emperor, engage in Dao discourse and martial contest with you all."

Upon saying this, Di Jun paused, his gaze sweeping over the startled Fuxi, Kunpeng, and others below, his voice suddenly rising sharply.

"Whoever can withstand three hundred moves undefeated under my hand, I shall personally bestow the supreme divine object granted by the Dao Ancestor—the 'Three Light Divine Water'—a cup, offered with both hands!"

Boom!

This decree, transmitted through the Heavenly Court's qi network, like a sudden thunderclap, instantly spread to every corner of the Great Wasteland.

For a time, the entire Great Wasteland boiled over.

In the depths of the North Ming, within the Treasure Vault Palace.

Kunpeng abruptly awoke from his enlightenment, transforming into human form; that sinister face of his was filled with utter disbelief.

"Mad... Di Jun has gone mad!"

He muttered to himself.

Challenging the Great Luo Golden Immortals of the entire Great Wasteland with his own strength? And even producing the Three Light Divine Water, a supreme treasure, as a prize?

What arrogance!

But he quickly calmed down.

No, Di Jun is not a madman.

In Kunpeng's mind, unbidden, arose the image of the white-robed youth sitting beside Di Jun, face pale, breath weak.

It was his idea.

Certainly his idea!

Whenever Kunpeng thought of that seemingly harmless Donghuang, a chill rose from the soles of his feet straight to his heavenly spirit crown.

This scheme is too vast.

Vast enough to encompass all the top experts of the entire Great Wasteland.

If victorious, Di Jun will firmly establish his title as Sovereign of Heaven and Earth, the prestige of the Heavenly Court unmatched by any.

If defeated...

Kunpeng dare not think.

But he knows, since Di Jun dares to do this, he must have absolute confidence in victory.

"What a ruthless scheme, what a grand gesture..." Kunpeng's eyes became extraordinarily complex.

He suddenly felt that his previous petty ambitions for power and profit within the Heavenly Court, before Donghuang's layout that treats heaven and earth as a chessboard, were utterly laughable.

Kunlun Mountain, Yu Xu Palace.

Yuanshi Tianzun, upon hearing this news, let out a disdainful cold snort from his nostrils.

"Vulgar! Ostentatious! Utterly lacking the demeanor of immortals!"

He said to the Taishang Laojun beside him: "Elder brother, look—this Yao Clan is just Yao Clan; having achieved a little, they know no bounds, hating not to proclaim it to all under heaven."

Taishang Laojun still kept his eyes tightly closed, as if hearing nothing, merely uttering two words lightly: "No problem."

Yuanshi Tianzun furrowed his brows: "Elder brother, he is challenging the dignity of our orthodox Xuanmen!"

"He has his Dao, we have our Fa." Laojun remained as calm as ever, undisturbed by waves.

Meanwhile, the Tongtian Jiaozhu clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Interesting! Interesting! This Di Jun does have a bit of courage; in three hundred years, I shall certainly go to the foot of Mount Buzhou to join the fun, to see just how many catties he truly weighs!"

Yuanshi Tianzun glanced at him, flicked his sleeve, turned away, and spoke no more.

In his view, this is nothing short of a farce.

West, Mount Sumeru.

The face of Jieyin Daoist, already bitter, grew even more bitter upon hearing the news.

"Senior brother, what are we to do?" Zhunti Daoist, anxious, scratched his ears and cheeks: "The Three Light Divine Water! It is a supreme treasure capable of reviving the dead and restoring flesh to white bones! If we could obtain it, I do not know how much vitality we could add to our impoverished western lands!"

"Di Jun's move is intended to establish authority."

Jieyin sighed: "You and I, as master and disciple, though we have affinity, when it comes to martial contest, we fear..."

He did not continue, but the meaning was clear.

The two of us combined might still not be able to defeat the current Di Jun.

Zhunti's eyes shifted, and he suddenly lowered his voice:

"Senior brother, we cannot win, but we can go and convert the one who can defeat him! You think—whoever wins and obtains that Three Light Divine Water, we shall step forward and say to him, this treasure has affinity with our western lands..."

Jieyin's eyes brightened for a moment.

In the depths of the Blood Sea, Minghe Laozu sat upon the karmic fire red lotus, listening to the report of the Asura Clan, emitting a series of strange laughs.

"Hehehe... Di Jun, you little rascal, you know how to play. Want to establish authority? Afraid you're just inviting fire to burn yourself!"

He licked his lips, a glint of greed flashing in his crimson eyes.

As for the Three Light Divine Water, he cares not.

But the essence of blood of the Heavenly Emperor, he is very interested in.

If he could sever one of Di Jun's arms at the foot of Mount Buzhou, take his Primordial Origin Blood Sea Demonic Essence, and fuse it into his own Yutu and Aobi Swords, that power……

Minghe Laozu closed his eyes, sinking into a wonderful reverie.

……

Wuzhuang Guan, beneath the Ginseng Fruit Tree.

Zhenyuanzi and Hongyun Laozu sat facing each other.

Upon hearing the news, Hongyun Laozu clapped his hands in praise: "Fellow Daoist Di Jun truly possesses outstanding talent and grand strategy; if this succeeds, the title of Heavenly Emperor will have no one daring to question it again."

Zhenyuanzi, however, shook his head, his expression grave.

"Worthy younger brother, matters are not that simple." He spoke in a deep voice, "This move appears to be Di Jun establishing his might, but in reality it places the Yao Clan Heavenly Court on the opposing side of all great powers. The Three Light Divine Water stirs the heart."

"Elder brother means someone would stop at nothing, joining forces to deal with Di Jun?"

"Hard to say." Zhenyuanzi sighed, "One only hopes no further complications arise. This Great Wasteland has been quiet for too long."

……

Wu Clan, Pangu Hall.

"Hahaha! Laughing me to death! Has that Di Jun brat addled his brains?" Zhu Rong slammed a palm onto the stone table, shaking the entire grand hall, "He alone wants to fight all of us? Got his head caught in a door!"

Gonggong also wore a face full of mockery: "I say he was forced into a corner by us, with no way out, so he could only use this method to find some face for himself."

The remaining Ancestral Witches mostly wore expressions of watching a joke.

Only Di Jiang furrowed his brow tightly, not uttering a word.

"Eldest brother, how do you see it?" Hou Tu asked softly.

From "closing off the country" to the current "discourse on the Dao to establish might," the Yao Clan's series of responses everywhere reveals a calm and ruthlessness that does not belong to Di Jun.

Behind this, there must be a high person guiding! But who exactly? Fuxi's Heavenly Secrets are obscured, Kunpeng is sinister enough but lacks the scope……

"Regardless of what schemes he has!"

The most hot-tempered Zhu Rong simply did not care about these things; blazing warfire burned in his eyes, "He Di Jun built the stage himself, wanting to contend with the Heroes of the World — isn't this a chance delivered to our door?"

"Exactly!"

Lei Gong Qiangliang's whole body flickered with electric light,

"This is an excellent opportunity to make the Yao Clan lose all face! Didn't he say whoever withstands three hundred moves gets the Three Light Divine Water bestowed by the Ancestor of the Dao? As long as we knock him down, I'd like to see where he puts his Heavenly Emperor's face then!"

"At that time, his Heavenly Court's prestige will plummet, becoming the laughingstock of the entire Great Wasteland!" Gonggong laughed coldly in succession, as if he had already seen Di Jun's miserable defeat.

These words instantly ignited the enthusiasm of all the bellicose Ancestral Witches in the hall.

In their view, no matter what schemes lay behind it, this was a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity to fiercely humiliate the Yao Clan without triggering an all-out war.

As long as they won, the Yao Clan's arrogance would be thoroughly suppressed!

Although Di Jun became a Sage.

He is merely a Quasi-Sage; under a wheel battle he may not necessarily be a match for them, the Twelve Ancestral Witches!