Chapter 567

The figure of the Ancestor of the Dao vanished, and the oppressive atmosphere within the Zixiao Palace receded like a tide.

The people in the great hall rose to their feet with complex expressions.

The six—Yuanshi Tianzun, Nüwa, Jieyin, Zhunti, and the two others who had obtained the Primordial Beginning Purple Qi—had faces lit with uncontainable joy, exchanging glances, each seeing in the other's eyes that sense of superiority.

They were the future Saints.

From today onward, they and the other beings in the hall were no longer of the same order of existence.

As for Hongyun Laozu, who had unexpectedly obtained a strand of Primordial Beginning Purple Qi, he was dazed by immense happiness, clutching the purple qi, grinning from ear to ear, utterly unaware that he had become the target of everyone's resentment.

As for those powerful beings who had missed the opportunity, most wore expressions of loss and resentment.

Yet more gazes were still fixed upon Di Jun.

There was mockery, contempt, schadenfreude, and also a few expressions of admiration.

Yuanshi Tianzun rose, and as he walked past Di Jun, he left behind a clear, audible cold snort, his voice filled with contempt.

Di Jun paid it no heed; he turned, looked at Gu Yuan, and wore a smile that came from the heart.

It was the ease of having shed a heavy burden and regained freedom.

"Let's go, younger brother."

He took Gu Yuan's hand, and under the gaze of all, they were the first to walk out of the Zixiao Palace.

Fuxi and Nüwa followed behind them.

Fuxi's face was full of worry. He approached Di Jun and sent a mental transmission: "Your Majesty, this move... is it too impulsive? Refusing the Ancestor of the Dao means opposing the Heavenly Dao's great trend; the future plight of our Yao Clan may be dire."

Di Jun shook his head and replied via mental transmission: "Sheep Emperor, my resolve is firm. I would rather stand and die than kneel and live. The fate of the Yao Clan must be held in our own hands."

Upon hearing this, Fuxi fell silent.

Meanwhile, Nüwa, walking on the other side, had an even more complex expression.

She glanced at Di Jun, then at Gu Yuan, whom Di Jun shielded behind him, and softly sighed.

"Elder brother, let us go." Nüwa said to Fuxi.

She had obtained the Primordial Beginning Purple Qi and was a future Heavenly Dao Saint. From the moment she accepted that strand of purple qi, her stance was already destined to align with the Heavenly Dao's great trend.

Di Jun's action today undoubtedly pushed the Yao Clan into opposition with the Heavenly Dao.

Though she was born of the Yao Clan, in the future, when conflict arises between the Yao Clan and the Heavenly Dao's great trend, how will she conduct herself?

Nüwa herself did not know.

She only felt that between herself and the Yao Clan, an invisible barrier had seemingly appeared.

Watching Nüwa and Fuxi ride the clouds away, gradually distancing themselves from them, Di Jun's gaze dimmed for a moment.

He knew that from today onward, the Yao Clan had lost one future Saint as a bulwark.

The Nine Dragons Sandalwood Palanquin flew through the Chaos.

The atmosphere inside the carriage was somewhat heavy.

Kunpeng sat in the corner, head lowered, unaware of what he was thinking, though the occasional lift of his eyes revealed a mysterious gleam.

Di Jun sat in the main seat, gazing at the rolling Chaos qi outside the window, silent.

"Elder brother, do not take it to heart."

Gu Yuan's voice broke the silence.

He poured Di Jun a cup of tea and said slowly:

"Since Lady Nüwa is a Saint, she must follow Heaven's will. If Heaven desires the Wu and Yao to clash, and the Quantity Calamity arises, she cannot wholeheartedly stand with us."

"Better to place our hopes in a Saint who is not master of her own fate than to grasp our destiny in our own hands."

Di Jun took the teacup, nodded slightly, and the faint sorrow in his heart was soothed by his younger brother's words.

"What the younger brother says is right." He said in a deep voice, "But now our Yao Clan has lost the protection of a Saint, while the Wu Clan's side, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, united in breath and branch, are strong. With this gain and loss..."

He did not continue, but his worry was evident.

Refusing the Saint Position, though it preserved the self, also deprived the Yao Clan in future hegemony of one of its most important trump cards.

"Saints, we have none."

Gu Yuan leaned back in the soft chair, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smile.

"But we can, create our own 'Heavenly Queen'."

"Heavenly Queen?" Di Jun blinked.

"Elder brother, do you still remember, in this Zhou Tian Star Dou, besides the Taiyang Star, which other star is the most noble?" Gu Yuan reminded.

Di Jun's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

"Taiyin Star!"

Taiyang is the extreme of Yang, Taiyin is the extreme of Yin.

Yin and Yang united, only then is it Zhou Tian.

Although the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array has been laid, it has always lacked the most crucial "Taiyin" link, so its power can never reach perfection.

"On the Taiyin Star, there are two Ancient Gods like you and your brothers, Xi He and Changxi. They govern the Taiyin Primordial Origin and are by nature the most noble Taiyin Goddesses." Gu Yuan looked at Di Jun, guiding him gently.

"If Elder Brother can form a Daoist union with one of them, marry the Heavenly Queen, then draw the Taiyin Primordial Origin to preside over the Heavenly Court, and let it complement your Taiyang Primordial Origin, they will illuminate each other."

"Then, Yin and Yang united, sun and moon in harmony. The Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array will truly be perfected—how much more than doubled? Even if a Saint came in person, they could not easily break it."

"Moreover..." Gu Yuan paused, his tone turning playful, "As Heavenly Emperor, your rear palace hangs empty, which indeed is improper. For the Yao Clan to branch out and bear imperial heirs is also of utmost importance in consolidating the Heavenly Court's mandate."

Di Jun listened to his younger brother's analysis, and the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Yes!

How could I not have thought of this!

Losing a Nüwa but gaining a true Heavenly Queen who shares the Yao Clan's heart and virtue, who can complete the great array's core—this deal is not only not a loss, but a blood profit!

The younger brother's wisdom is truly unfathomable! Always, in dire straits, he finds for him, for the Yao Clan, a brand-new, brighter path!

"Good!" Di Jun slapped his thigh, his previous despondency swept away, replaced by soaring heroic spirit, "Let's do it like this!"

He looked at Gu Yuan, his eyes becoming extremely solemn.

"Younger brother, you have given too much for the Yao Clan, for your elder brother. This matter, I will take care of it!"

"When the hundred-year period arrives, I will, at the foot of Mount Buzhou, exhaust all the heroes of the world, display the divine might of the Heavenly Court, and then personally go to the Taiyin Star to find a sister-in-law worthy of you!"

He not only seeks a bride for himself, but also for his younger brother, to find a sister-in-law worthy of his heaven-toppling, earth-supporting talent!

He wants the entire Wasteland to know that his Yao Clan not only has the Heavenly Emperor, but also a strategist whose plans leave nothing to chance, the Donghuang who is unparalleled throughout the ages!

Seeing his elder brother's high-spirited fighting spirit, Gu Yuan nodded in satisfaction.

Good, the enthusiasm of the tool person has been mobilized again.

As for whether the marriage proposal process will go smoothly……

Gu Yuan looked out the window, into the depths of Chaos, at that lonely star emitting a cold light, the corner of his mouth curling into a meaningful smile.

There, is there still another acquaintance?

……

At the same time.

In the Western Wasteland, on a desolate blood-colored mountain range.

Hongyun Laozu sat cross-legged, before him floated the Primordial Beginning Purple Qi, his face full of obsession and joy.

He had been contemplating it here for several days, yet still could not refine it.

Just as he was deeply pondering.

A gloomy, chilling laugh sounded from behind him.

"Ye ye ye……Hongyun Daoist, long time no see."

Hong Yun's heart startled, he sharply turned his head, only to see Minghe Laozu holding the Elemental Slaughter and Avici swords, appearing not far behind him at some unknown time, a pair of blood-red eyes fixedly staring at the Primordial Beginning Purple Qi before him.

"Minghe Daoist, you……"

Hong Yun had not finished speaking when another cold voice came from another direction.

"Hongyun, hand over the Primordial Beginning Purple Qi, and this seat can spare your life."

The figure of Kunpeng slowly emerged from the void, his eyes like those of a hawk or falcon, filled with undisguised killing intent and greed.

Hong Yun's face instantly turned deathly pale.

He knew, his troubles had come.