Chapter 596

The Heavenly Court, having found the "Human Dao," saw its Qi Luck stabilize, and the Ten Thousand Immortals were invigorated.

However, when this commotion reached the Pangu Hall at the foot of Mount Buzhou, it provoked only a burst of uproarious laughter.

"Hahaha! I'm dying of laughter! What did I hear? Di Jun, that flat-feathered bird, actually learned from us to establish a teaching? And he even named it the 'Human Teaching'?"

Fire God Zhu Rong slammed a palm onto the ten-thousand-year Xuan Iron stone table before him; the table instantly turned to magma, yet he paid it no mind, laughing until he bent backward and forward, his ten-thousand-zhang-tall Ancestral Witch true body trembling violently.

"Those he protects are the 'Human Race' who haven't even grown all their teeth yet, whom a single three-year-old child of my Wu Clan could wipe out a tribe with a puff of breath? His brain must have been blown stupid by the Chaos Gale Winds!"

"I say he was scared out of his wits by us!" Water God Gonggong sneered in agreement from the side; the surging black waters encircling him made a rushing sound, full of mockery. "Unable to beat us in a fair fight, he comes up with this crooked way. What use is protecting a bunch of ants? Does he expect those mud figurines to pick up wooden sticks and wage war against my Wu Clan's warriors?"

Within the great hall, Qiangliang, She Bi Shi, and the other battle-loving Ancestral Witches all wore mocking expressions.

In their view, this Great Wasteland world followed the most naked law of the jungle: the weak are meat, the strong eat.

Power is the foundation of everything.

Their Wu Clan, born controlling laws, with flesh bodies unmatched in strength, were the Primordial Orthodoxy, and rightfully should be the masters of Heaven and Earth.

As for the Yao Clan, they were nothing but a bunch of monkeys in crowns — beasts.

As for that Human Race just born...

Not even as good as beasts, merely slightly higher-grade blood food.

Di Jun's move, in their eyes, was simply the world's biggest joke, a lowering of his own status, inviting humiliation upon himself!

"Big Brother, what do you think?" Zhu Rong, having laughed his fill, looked toward the seat of honor at Di Jiang, who had remained silent.

Di Jiang's fingers lightly tapped the armrest forged from Pangu's spine; in his deep eyes flickered a light of contemplation.

He admitted, this move of Di Jun's, he had not seen through.

Protecting the weak can gain Qi Luck?

This completely contradicted his understanding of this world.

But, does it matter?

Di Jiang slowly raised his head; his gaze seemed to pierce through the Pangu Hall's celestial canopy, seeing in the direction of the Blood Sea that soaring, ever-growing filthy karma.

"No matter." He spat out two words blandly.

"A bunch of ants who aren't even Immortals — even if you bundled them all together, what waves could they stir up?"

Di Jiang stood up, walked to the center of the great hall, where a map of the Great Wasteland condensed from Earth Turbid Evil Qi floated suspended.

He pointed at that vast Blood Sea on the map, his voice filled with absolute confidence and the Hegemonic Way.

"Di Jun invests in an illusory future, while what we grasp is the tangible present!"

"News came from Minghe: in just a few short days since the Asura Sect established its teaching, he himself, relying on boundless karma, has broken through in one go to the Peak of the Half-Step Saint Realm!"

"And those newborn Asura Clan — males ugly and belligerent, females peerlessly beautiful and bloodthirsty. They need not cultivate; they need only continuously kill and devour in the Blood Sea, and their strength grows with flying speed! In just a few short days, Golden Immortal-level Asura in the Blood Sea already number over a hundred thousand! Asura Kings at the Taiyi Realm have been born by the hundreds!"

"This is power!"

"This is the path our Wu Clan has chosen!"

Di Jiang's voice reverberated within the great hall.

"What can Di Jun get by protecting the Human Race? A bit of ridiculous faith? A few humble prayers? Can these things block a single punch from my Wu Clan warriors, or block the Asura's butcher knives?"

"With this waxing and waning, what does his Yao Clan have to fight us with!"

"Big Brother speaks the truth!"

Zhu Rong and the others, hearing this, grew excited once more.

Indeed, compared to their Wu Clan's skyrocketing strength, the Yao Clan's pitiful Qi Luck growth was like a firefly competing with the bright moon.

"Big Brother, since that's the case, we ought to do something, no?"

Gonggong licked his lips, his eyes full of cruelty.

"Di Jun treats those mud figurines like treasures? How about we... go stomp a few nests flat, let him see just how powerless his ridiculous protection really is!"

This proposal instantly won the agreement of all the battle-loving Ancestral Witches.

Only Hou Tu, who had been silent all along, frowned even tighter.

She looked at those elder brothers whose bodies churned with killing aura from excitement; the unease in her heart grew ever stronger.

"Big Brother,"

She spoke softly, her voice carrying a thread of compassion. "Though the Human Race is weak, they were also created by Saint Nüwa; they are a part of the Great Wasteland's living beings. We, as the Primordial Orthodoxy, should protect the earth, not wantonly slaughter..."

"A woman's benevolence!"

Zhu Rong rudely cut her off. "Little Sister, that temperament of yours needs changing! This is war! Not playing house! Mercy to the enemy is cruelty to oneself!"

"Enough." Di Jiang raised a hand, stopping Zhu Rong.

He looked at Hou Tu, his gaze calm yet brooking no doubt:

"Little Sister, I know you are kind-hearted. But you must understand, the Wu-Yao struggle has reached a point of death or survival. Anything that can weaken the Yao Clan and strengthen us must be done."

"The Human Race, since they chose to rely on the Yao Clan, are our enemies."

Di Jiang turned, his gaze once more falling on that Great Wasteland map, his voice turning cold and determined.

"I will let the entire Great Wasteland see just how flimsy this so-called Human Dao Qi Luck is before absolute karma and slaughter!"

Blood Sea.

This is the gathering place of all filth, resentment, and karma in Heaven and Earth after Pangu split Heaven and Earth.

For hundreds of millions of years, besides Minghe Laozu, this innate Lord of the Blood Sea, no living being was willing to set foot in this ominous land.

But today, the Blood Sea changed.

No longer dead silent, with only endless blood water slowly flowing.

The entire boundless Blood Sea has transformed into an incomparably huge Asura battlefield!

Millions upon millions of Asura Clan are in every corner of the Blood Sea, engaging in the most primitive, most bloody melee.

They feed on the blood beasts born in the Blood Sea, using their own kin's failures as stepping stones.

The victor devours everything of the loser, growing stronger.

The loser returns to become part of the Blood Sea once more, awaiting the next rebirth.

No Dao methods, no divine abilities, only the purest slaughter instinct!

Inside the Netherworld Palace.

Minghe Laozu sat high upon the Twelve-Grade Karmic Fire Red Lotus Seat, sensing the unprecedented vast power within his body, his face full of intoxication.

Peak of the Half-Step Saint Realm!

He had never imagined that one day he could reach this realm so easily.

He looked at the Asura Army below, its fighting spirit soaring to the heavens and its numbers vast, and the ambition in his heart burned fiercely like karmic fire.

What of the Yao Clan's Di Jun?

Once his Asura Sect followers exceed a hundred million, every one a slaughter demon god, even that Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array, he would dare lead his troops to clash with it!