Chapter 575

"Ignorant and narrow-minded."

Di Jun looked at him, the corner of his mouth hooking up a mocking glint.

He no longer concealed himself.

Boom!

An aura more violent, more bone-chilling, more Hegemonic Way than before erupted violently from within his body.

Behind him, a figure bearing nine-tenths resemblance to his features, clad in black imperial robes, eyes filled with destructive and murderous intent, slowly emerged.

In that figure's hands, he held a Divine Sword constantly emitting sky-soaring baleful Qi.

It was precisely one of Di Jun's innate companion spirit treasures from back then, the Tu Wu Sword!

E Shi!

Following the Shan Shi, Di Jun had actually already beheaded the second corpse!

Middle-stage Quasi-Sage!

When that black-robed figure appeared, the entire Mount Buzhou fell into a deathly silence.

All great powers, including the lofty Three Purities, abruptly rose from their seats, faces written full of shock.

"Two Corpse Preparatory Sage!"

"He... he actually already beheaded the E Shi!"

"How is this possible? Since the Second Lecture of the Purple Cloud Palace, how much time has passed!"

Yuanshi Tianzun's complexion turned incomparably ugly.

He prided himself on the Primordial Orthodoxy, his talent and comprehension unrivaled in the Great Wasteland, yet currently he had only just touched the threshold of beheading the Shan Shi.

Yet this Di Jun had actually silently, unknowingly, walked to the front of him!

Tongtian Jiaozhu's eyes also withdrew their mirth, replaced by gravity and sky-soaring battle intent.

Middle-stage Quasi-Sage was already sufficient to pose a threat to him.

The Wu Zu Zhan Zheng camp was likewise dead silent.

Di Jiang's body trembled slightly.

He finally understood why Di Jun dared to be so arrogant today.

Middle-stage Quasi-Sage, combined with the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, his strength, in a certain sense, had even surpassed their Twelve Ancestral Witches joining hands to set up the God-Slaying Great Formation!

"Troublesome..." Gonggong's face was a sheet of dead ash.

On the high platform.

"Now, do you still think, We are putting on an act?"

Di Jun looked at him, slowly speaking.

The black-robed E Shi behind him also simultaneously revealed a cruel smile.

The next instant, two figures moved simultaneously.

One transformed into golden flowing light, one into black lightning, from two directions, they launched a pincer attack toward Zhu Rong.

Fast to the extreme, ruthless to the extreme.

Zhu Rong only had time to cross his arms, guarding before his chest.

Bang! Bang!

Two muffled booms.

Zhu Rong's ten-thousand-zhang-tall flame demon god body, as if struck head-on by two primeval divine mountains.

His chest caved in deeply.

His whole person, like a kite with its string cut, from atop the high platform, flew backward in a reverse arc, crashing heavily into the body of Mount Buzhou, leaving a bottomless human-shaped large hole.

One strike, severe injury!

Di Jun withdrew his fist, suspended in mid-air.

The Shan Shi and E Shi behind him, one left one right, guarded at his side.

Three figures, looking down upon the entire Mount Buzhou, their might pressing down on heaven and earth.

"Anyone else?"

A frigid voice rang out once more.

This time, no one dared answer.

Thousands of Great Luo Golden Immortals uniformly lowered their heads, not daring to meet the gazes of those three figures.

That was a kind of absolute suppression originating from the level of life.

On the Soft Couch, Gu Yuan yawned.

Conceal Merit and Fame.

What he wanted was precisely this effect.

He knew, if Di Jun wanted to establish the 'Conferred God List' in the name of the Heavenly Court, this plot that originally belonged to later generations, would inevitably suffer suppression from all sides.

Among them, ordinary forces, the Heavenly Court feared not.

But... if it were Saints.

Even ten more Di Juns would not be a match for Saints.

As long as Saints made a move, they could directly declare it over.

But... if Di Jun beheaded two corpses.

Everything would be completely different.

Because the Di Jun who beheaded two corpses, if he used Hongjun's method.

In his eyes, no matter how big a commotion Di Jun stirred up, it was all within his control.

As long as it remains under control.

Then... Hongjun will not intervene.

As long as he does not intervene, everything remains playable.

"Indeed, exactly as I guessed." He muttered to himself.

Using this world's innate spiritual treasure to sever corpses is equivalent to actively binding one's own soul with the shackles of the Heavenly Dao; the more severed, the deeper the entanglement, ultimately becoming nothing but a helpless piece on Ancestor Hongjun's chessboard.

But if... the vessel for lodging the evil corpse is fundamentally not a product of this heaven and earth?

Elder brother Di Jun severed the good corpse, lodging it in the Hetu Luoshu; he had timely pointed out the hidden danger therein.

And this second evil corpse...

Although he lacks innate spiritual treasures, he possesses no shortage of Immortal Emperor artifacts, let alone Supreme Immortal King artifacts.

Merely what he wears includes the "Deceive Heaven Cloak" and "Ancient War Seal"...

Enough to sever the three corpses...

In Hongjun's view, Di Jun walks honestly along his Three Corpses Severing Path; even if he rages fiercely, he ultimately cannot escape Hongjun's palm, so naturally Hongjun sees no need to intervene.

But he does not know that among these three corpses, one has already completely leapt beyond the chessboard.

Soon, there will be another corpse...

"Under the very eyelids of the Heavenly Dao, using foreign treasures to cultivate the Dao's methods..." Gu Yuan smiled silently, "This is probably what Xiao Ai often calls, the Bug Card."

He could feel that the qi fortune of countless mighty beings below had already begun to tremble, slowly converging toward the Zhou Tian Shen Ming Lu on the high platform above.

Above the Nine Heavens, in the depths of Chaos.

Inside the Zixiao Palace, all was silent and empty.

On that ancient Dao platform, Hongjun's figure gradually emerged.

His eyes, seemingly unmoved since time immemorial, now gazed toward Mount Buzhou, a fleeting ripple barely perceptible in their depths.

"Severing the second corpse..."

"Rather faster than I expected."

Hongjun murmured softly.

His original intention was to use the Three Light Divine Water to push Donghuang Taiyi, this aberrant number, into the eye of the storm, making him a moving source of disaster.

Then, leveraging Di Jun's arrogance, to make him incur the wrath of the Entire Wasteland's mighty beings through the Discussion of the Dao Grand Assembly.

With both approaches, the Yao Clan would inevitably become the target of public criticism, prematurely triggering the Quantity Calamity.

But he did not expect that the other party would turn his Yang Scheme into their own stage.

Not only did they avoid incurring resentment, but they used a Sweet Rain to win over hearts.

With a crushing victory, they displayed the Heavenly Court's supreme majesty.

The scheming behind this has already surpassed Di Jun, this brute's, level.

Hongjun's gaze naturally fell upon the white-robed youth lying on the soft couch, "snoring loudly."

"An interesting aberrant number."

For the first time, a hint of interest appeared on Hongjun's face.

As for the so-called Zhou Tian Tian Shen Ming Lu, in his view, it is nothing but nonsense.

Conferring godhood is the Heavenly Dao's authority, the Saint's duty.

Di Jun, merely a Preparatory Saint, dares to emulate him in bestowing divine positions and organizing the Wasteland—truly an overreach.

Too early.

However...

Hongjun's gaze shifted again to the black-robed evil corpse standing behind Di Jun.

It no longer matters.

As long as he remains on the path of severing the three corpses, he will forever be unable to escape my palm.

The severed good corpse, lodged in the Hetu Luoshu, is that of Heavenly Dao spiritual treasure.

The severed evil corpse, lodged in the Tu Wu Sword, is a fierce weapon forged from human race resentment, entangled with fate, likewise within the Heavenly Dao.

As long as he seeks to unite the three corpses and prove the Dao to become a Saint, he must rely on the power of the Heavenly Dao.

When that time comes, he will still be my sharpest piece on the chessboard.

"The Great Trend cannot be changed."

Hongjun closed his eyes, his figure vanished once more, and the Zixiao Palace returned to silence.