Chapter 582

The entire Lingxiao Baodian fell into dead silence in an instant.

All the Yao Shen stared blankly at the dim, wavering Merit Golden Lotus hanging in midair, their minds utterly empty.

What is going on?

The Heavenly Wedding, blessed by the Heavenly Dao—this was supposed to be set in stone, an unchanging constant through the ages!

How could it……be interrupted?

Di Jun's smile on his face completely froze.

He suddenly lifted his head, and within his golden imperial eyes, surging heavenly wrath and killing intent erupted.

He saw that a trace of extremely faint yet stubbornly persistent grayish-black qi had stained the Merit Golden Lotus.

It was this trace of qi that had polluted the merit and obstructed the Heavenly Dao!

"Who!"

"Who dares to commit such underhanded deeds on the day of my great wedding!"

Terrifying imperial might erupted from within Di Jun's body, the fearsome aura of a Quasi-Sage Second Corpse causing the entire Lingxiao Baodian to violently tremble.

His two corpses of good and evil simultaneously manifested, their icy gazes sweeping over every corner of the great hall.

Yet, they found nothing.

That black light came too strangely, too suddenly, as if appearing from nowhere and vanishing into nothing, leaving no trace of cause and effect.

"Your Majesty!"

Fuxi's face changed drastically; the Hetu Luoshu in his hand spun wildly, yet he could only see a sheet of chaos, the heavenly secrets completely obscured.

Kunpeng's gloomy eyes were also filled with uncertain shock.

He asked himself, his speed unmatched in the Great Wasteland, yet just now that black light—he couldn't even catch its trajectory.

On the high platform, Xi He's face instantly turned deathly pale.

The Heavenly Wedding obstructed, the merit polluted.

This is an extremely ominous omen for her, and for the entire Yao Clan.

She instinctively glanced at Di Jun beside her, only to find this Heavenly Emperor already consumed by endless fury.

……

At the same time.

Inside Pangu Hall, the atmosphere shifted from solemn to bewildered, then to ecstatic, all within a few short breaths.

When they sensed that the Yao Clan's fortune, which had been steadily rising above the Nine Heavens, suddenly stalled as if struck hard and then began to violently fluctuate, the Fire God Zhu Rong was the first to react, bursting into a deafening fit of mad laughter:

"Hahaha! Serves them right! Even Heaven can't stand the arrogant arrogance of those two featherless beasts anymore! What nonsense Heavenly Wedding, what Yin-Yang union—it's all just a huge joke in the end!"

Gonggong also followed with repeated cold laughs: "Want to use the Heavenly Wedding to complete the great array? Looks like this Heavenly Dao doesn't always go Di Jun's way!"

Inside the hall, several ancestral witches wore expressions of gleeful schadenfreude.

However, the leader Di Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin, who mastered the laws of time, had no smile on their faces—instead, their brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

"Elder brother, what's wrong?"

Hou Tu keenly sensed the anomaly and asked softly.

Di Jiang stared fixedly toward the Heavenly Court, his voice low and terrifying: "The power that severed the Heavenly Wedding is extremely strange, absolutely not the Heavenly Dao's intention.

Think about it—in Di Jun's tyrannical eyes, scanning the entire Great Wasteland, who has the motive, the courage, and the audacity to openly provoke him before the myriad immortals on his wedding day, besides our Wu Clan, who else could it be?"

As soon as he spoke, the laughter in the hall ceased abruptly, and Zhu Rong's smile froze on his face.

Zhu Jiuyin sighed, then took up the conversation:

"Di Jun just severed his two corpses, his sharpness at its peak, and the Heavenly Court has just gathered the hearts of the myriad immortals. If he believes this is our covert doing, and relying on this surging heavenly wrath, heedless of consequences, he pours the might of the Heavenly Court down to the lower realm……our Pangu Hall is newly established, the earth deity system not yet stabilized—now is absolutely not the time for a full-scale decisive battle.

Moreover, the Dao Ancestor and those lofty Saints would absolutely not allow us to provoke a calamity of quantity at this time.

"And what if this is actually the Heavenly Court's own plot?"

"Do you think, given Di Jun's nature, he would use his own wedding as a setup?"

Zhu Rong gritted his teeth, somewhat unwillingly muttering: "Are we still afraid of him? Worst case, we fight until fish die and net breaks!"

"It's not fear, but rather we absolutely cannot unjustly take the blame for the true culprit hiding in the dark, needlessly draining our Wu Clan's foundation."

Di Jiang's gaze was profound, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest of his chair as he sank into deep thought; after a long while, he spoke with some difficulty,

"I am now thinking……should we, proactively send a message to the Heavenly Court to clarify this matter?"

"Clarify?!"

Zhu Rong and Gonggong both stared wide-eyed, as if hearing something unbelievable,

"Elder brother, let our Wu Clan bow our heads to explain to those featherless beasts? This is harder than killing us!"

……

Amidst this chaos.

Only Gu Yuan remained calmly seated on his soft couch.

He gazed at the polluted Merit Golden Lotus, felt that familiar yet detested grayish-black qi, and in the depths of his frail eyes, a flash of icy clarity appeared.

"This qi shares the same origin as the bone fragments seized from the 'Blood Slaughter Tribe'."

Zang Tian Ge.

These guys who won't let go of their grudges finally couldn't resist and personally stepped into the field.

They dare not strike directly at Di Jun, so they use this sinister method to pollute the Yao Clan's fortune and disrupt their rising momentum.

Excellent method.

Just at this time.

Above the Nine Heavens, in the depths of Chaos, from the direction of the long-closed Zixiao Palace came a faint, almost inaudible sigh.

That sigh seemed to cross endless time and space, carrying a hint of helplessness.

Immediately after, a vast, ruthless, supreme will descended.

It was Hongjun.

Or rather, it was the Heavenly Dao.

One saw that Merit Golden Lotus suspended in midair, under the Heavenly Dao will's intervention, begin to slowly rotate once more.

That strand of gray-black filthy qi was stripped from the golden lotus by an invisible force, then thoroughly crushed into nothingness, transforming into void.

The Merit Golden Lotus regained its brilliant golden light, and finally slowly descended, fusing into Di Jun and Xi He's bodies.

The Celestial Marriage was finally accomplished.

But a shadow fell over the hearts of all the Yao Shen.

Even the Ancestor of the Dao was alarmed.

Just who, behind this, was making trouble?

"Many thanks, Ancestor of the Dao."

Di Jun bowed distantly toward the direction of Zixiao Palace.

Although he had refused Sanctification, toward Hongjun he still maintained the most basic respect.

"This matter was not the doing of the Wu Clan."

Di Jun's movement stiffened.

The Ancestor of the Dao saw through what was in his heart!

Indeed, Di Jun's first reaction was that the perpetrator could only be the Wu Clan!

Yet the Ancestor of the Dao said it was not.

Unless... the Ancestor of the Dao would deceive the heavens for the sake of the Wu Clan!

The Ancestor of the Dao's voice did not give him a chance to question, but continued to ring out; only this time, that flat voice seemed to carry a trace of unprecedented weariness.

"Between heaven and earth, there is a great terror, not something you all can fathom."

"The Quantity Calamity approaches; you all... take care of yourselves."