Chapter 590

Lingxiao Baodian.

When that aura, originating from the Blood Sea, tainted, evil, filled with endless karma and slaughterous qi, surged into the heavens, transforming into the illusory three-headed, six-armed demon god, silently roaring at the Yao Clan Heavenly Court, the entire hall's atmosphere instantly shifted from the solemn stillness after purging internal spies to utter silence.

All the Yao Gods felt the essence of that aura.

This was not merit, not pure qi, but the exact opposite of the path of Celestial Stars they cultivated—tainted and destructive!

"Wu Clan!!"

"It's that rabble of the Wu Clan!"

"They actually... forged a race with karma?!"

After the brief silence, the hall erupted completely.

Countless Yao Gods changed color, their eyes filled with disbelief and raging fury.

Nüwa Shengren had just attained sanctification through merit, bringing new life to the human race in the Great Wasteland.

The Wu Clan turned around and, right in the Blood Sea, created this karma-born race for slaughter!

This is no longer provocation—it is openly slapping the face of Heavenly Dao, slapping the face of Nüwa Shengren, and treating our Yao Clan as nothing!

"Your Majesty!" Youshi Kunpeng was the first to step forward, his gloomy face full of killing intent, "The Wu Clan colludes with Minghe Laozu, defies heaven, forges the Asura Clan with karma, establishes the Asura Teaching—its heart deserves death!"

"This move is nothing but a fire-bottom salary extraction! They dare not face our Heavenly Court head-on, so they wish to use this tainted karma to shake the foundation of our Yao Clan!"

"I request orders: immediately mobilize troops, invade the Blood Sea, and utterly erase that Asura Teaching! Extract the soul and refine the spirit of Minghe Laozu, to serve as a warning to others!"

Kunpeng's voice echoed in the vast hall, unmasked with slaughterous qi.

Many warlike Yao Saints, such as Ji Meng and Ying Zhao, successively stepped forward in agreement.

"The Yao Shi's words are utterly correct! We should crush it with thunderous force, nipping it in the bud!"

"Excellent! Our Yao Clan commands the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, and with His Majesty and the Heavenly Queen united in yin and yang, our qi luck is at its peak—what fear have we of a newly established heretical cult?"

Di Jun sat enthroned upon the Imperial Throne, wearing the Nine Dragon Imperial Robe, his face as still as water.

He glanced at Xi He beside him, equally troubled, and the anger in his heart nearly ignited the entire Lingxiao Baodian.

What a Wu Clan! What a Di Jiang!

I just used the Great Wash to establish my prestige, and they repay me with this move!

It's as if they slapped me hard across the face!

"Sheep Emperor," Di Jun suppressed his anger, looking toward Fuxi beside him, "What do you think?"

Fuxi's brows were tightly knit; upon the River Chart and Luo Book before him, the stars flowed, yet were shrouded by a thick layer of dark red blood light, obscuring them.

"Your Majesty, it is inadvisable."

Fuxi spoke in a deep voice, "The Blood Sea is the source of taint in the Great Wasteland, where karma gathers. The Asura Clan was born there, protected by karma, and within that Blood Sea, they are nearly immortal. If we launch a full-scale attack now, we play right into the Wu Clan's hands."

"They eagerly await our Yao Clan army sinking into the Blood Sea mire, to exhaust themselves against the endless Asura Clan. Then, our Yao Clan's qi luck will surely suffer, while they sit back and reap the fisherman's gain."

Kunpeng let out a cold snort:

"Fuxi's words are mistaken! Our Heavenly Court possesses the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, drawing starlight to illuminate and purify the Blood Sea's karma. As long as His Majesty personally arrives, coordinating with the array's power, even if Minghe has three heads and six arms, he cannot escape death!"

"The Yao Shi knows only one thing, not the other." Fuxi shook his head, "I have divined the heavenly secrets—the Blood Sea behind is subtly connected to the Earth Turbid Evil Qi. The Twelve Ancestral Witches have already laid a trap. If we attack the Blood Sea, they will surely summon the Earth Turbid Evil to aid them. Then, it will not be a mere sectarian dispute, but... a decisive battle between the Wu and Yao Clans!"

Decisive battle!

As these two words were spoken, the hall's clamor instantly fell silent.

All the Yao Gods understood that now is not the time for full-scale war with the Wu Clan.

Di Jun's expression grew ever more grim.

To fight is to play into their hands, harming our own qi luck.

To not fight is to watch them grow strong, eroding our Heavenly Court's merit and qi luck—this gain and that loss, our Yao Clan is in peril.

Advance brings worry, retreat brings worry.

At this moment, when the hall full of Yao Gods stood helpless and the atmosphere grew heavy to the point of freezing.

"Cough cough..."

A faint cough came from outside the hall.

The sound was soft, yet like a heavy hammer striking everyone's hearts.

All the Yao Gods turned in unison, seeing two beautiful servant girls carefully carrying a soft couch, slowly entering the hall.

Upon the soft couch, Gu Yuan wore a white fox fur robe, cradling a purple gold warm stove in his arms, his complexion pallid, appearing as if stricken to the bone, as though he might ride the wind away at any moment.

"Younger brother!"

The fury and majesty on Di Jun's face, upon seeing Gu Yuan, instantly turned to anxiety and concern.

He stepped forward, his form appearing beside the soft couch, personally reaching out to support Gu Yuan, his voice carrying a hint of reproach:

"How did you come here? This place is noisy, the killing intent clashes, disturbing your rest."

"Elder brother..." Gu Yuan weakly smiled, supported by Di Jun, sitting up a little, "Having heard you face troubling matters, younger brother... my heart is uneasy, so I came to see."

His gaze swept over the sorrowful Yao Gods in the hall, finally resting on the River Chart and Luo Book before Fuxi.

"The Wu Clan established their teaching, using karma to counter our Heavenly Court's merit—indeed, a fine move." Gu Yuan's voice, light and airy, yet made all the Yao Gods present prick up their ears.

"Does Your Highness have a solution?"

Fuxi could not help but ask, his tone carrying a hint of anticipation he himself had not noticed.

Kunpeng curled his lip, inwardly disdainful.

A sickly weakling who has not even stabilized his Golden Immortal cultivation—what could he possibly do?

"Solution?" Gu Yuan shook his head, amid the disappointed gazes of all, his tone shifted, the corner of his mouth lifting in a meaningful arc.

"Why must we solve it?"

"Let him establish his teaching, we... shall also establish our own teaching."

As these words were spoken, the entire hall fell silent.

"Establish a teaching? Great Emperor Taiyi speaks lightly. My Yao Clan is already the orthodox of heaven and earth, with ten thousand yao coming to court — why would we need to establish another teaching? Furthermore, teaching all beings requires a foundation. The Wu Clan has the Pangu Bloodline, the Asura have boundless karma. What do we have to establish a teaching with?"

Gu Yuan did not pay attention to Kunpeng's words.

"Elder Brother, we have one thing that they... can never compare to."

Di Jun's spirit roused, and he hurriedly asked: "What is it?"

Gu Yuan raised his pale fingers, pointing toward the Nine Heavens below, that vast Honghuang Dadi.

He spoke clearly, word by word:

"We have..."

"The future."