Chapter 633: Grasping Heaven, Grasping Earth

Inside the Youming Hall.

The great doors slammed shut with a boom, cutting off all Heavenly Secrets.

"Bang!"

Zhu Rong shattered the stone table forged from Nine Nether Profound Crystal with a single kick, pacing restlessly back and forth in the great hall like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! This job, Laozi quits!"

"Older Brother! Why did you stop me just now? At worst we both walk away, fight to the death — better than being the Yao Clan's dogs!"

The other Zu Wu did not speak, but their fire-breathing eyes said it all.

At the head seat, Di Jiang sat with eyes closed, like a silent statue.

A long while.

Di Jiang slowly opened his eyes.

In those eyes that once looked down on the Great Wasteland, unmatched in the world, there was no anger now, only an unfathomable bleakness.

"Fight to the death? Do we even have the qualifications to break the net now?"

Di Jiang's voice was terribly hoarse.

"Mingbi... what a Mingbi! What a Donghuang Taiyi!"

He sprang to his feet, pointing at the boundless gray-white tide of Yuan Hun outside the hall.

"You think that Sickly Weakling was merely humiliating us? Fools! He is draining our Wu Clan's foundational fire!"

"We retreated to Youming, thinking we could monopolize the Qi of this Reincarnation Wheel. But look at this Di Fu! No blood-food, none of the boundless turbid sha Qi of the Honghuang Dadi! The resentment and Yin Qi here simply cannot be used directly to temper our Pangu True Bodies!"

"And those so-called Mingbi, they fuse stellar essence with Heavenly Court Qi! They are the only cultivation resource we can safely absorb in the Di Fu!"

Every word from Di Jiang fell like a heavy hammer, striking hard on the hearts of all the Zu Wu.

"Without earning Mingbi, the Wu Zu Er Lang will stagnate in cultivation, even regress and die as their lifespan runs out!"

"To earn Mingbi, they must go catch ghosts, must register on the Heavenly Ranking, must obey the laws and assessments set by the Heavenly Court!"

"Can we stop our clansmen from going to collect Mingbi?"

"Can we mint our own currency containing Heavenly Court Qi and Merit and Virtue?"

"Can we watch helplessly as our clansmen, lacking resources, are thrown further and further behind by the Yao Clan, until they become Ants that can be casually pinched?"

"If this goes on, ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years from now... the Wu Zu Er Lang in this Di Fu, will the reverence in their hearts be for the Heavenly Emperor who pays their salaries, or for the Zu Wu who can only make them shout empty slogans?!"

A string of rhetorical questions left the entire Di Fu dead silent.

All the Zu Wu fell silent.

They knew, they could not.

"Older Brother..." Zhu Jiuyin took a deep breath, voice dry and hoarse, "Then... do we just stretch our necks and wait for slaughter?"

Di Jiang sat back down in his chair; his spine hunched slightly for an instant, then straightened ramrod straight again.

"No."

"We wait."

"Wait for what?"

The corner of Di Jiang's mouth hooked into a cold, cruel arc.

"Wait for Divine Retribution."

"Laozi often says, when Heaven wants something destroyed, it first makes it mad. Look at the Yao Clan now — boiling oil over blazing fire, fresh flowers on brocade! The Heavenly Court, the Ren Ren, and now the Di Fu on top of that!"

"Di Jun and Taiyi's hands stretch too far! They want to bring all Three Paths of Heaven, Earth, and Man into their Yao Clan's territory! They want to be the true, sole Heavenly Dao of this Great Wasteland!"

Di Jiang lifted his head, his gaze seeming to pierce through Youming, looking toward the Zixiao Palace in the depths of the endless Chaos.

"He Di Jun wants to be the chess player, but on this Great Wasteland's chessboard, Saints have long since filled every seat!"

"Will that old thief Hongjun watch the Yao Clan slip from his control? Will the Three Purities watch the Yao Clan ride on their heads and shit? Will those two bald donkeys in the West let pass such a heaven-sent opportunity to divide up Qi?"

"They won't! A tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind!"

Di Jiang slammed the armrest, his eyes erupting with astonishing ferocity and endurance.

"Pass my order!"

"All Wu Clan, take off the Battle Armor, put on the Gui Chai uniforms! Go catch ghosts for Laozi! Go register on the Heavenly Ranking! Go earn the Yao Clan's Mingbi!"

"They want us to be dogs, we'll be the most obedient dogs! As long as the Wu Clan bloodline continues, as long as we preserve our viable strength, what is this bit of humiliation!"

"We lie low in the Di Fu, coldly watching the Yao Clan feast their guests, watching the Yao Clan's tower collapse!"

"When the Saints make their move, when the Heavenly Dao settles accounts, the day the Yao Clan's great mansion topples..."

Di Jiang spoke word by word, killing intent soaring to the sky.

"Is the day our Primordial Orthodoxy kills its way back from Youming to the Great Wasteland!"

Just as the Wu Clan sank into unprecedented despair and stifled resentment.

Above the Nine Heavens, the Yao Clan Heavenly Court's Qi Qi Jinlong let out the most high-pitched, joyous dragon roar in history.

Boom—!

With the promulgation of the 【Mingbi】 Decree, with the Yao Clan extending their order into the newly born Earthly Dao.

A vast, boundless Innate Mysterious Yellow-colored Earthly Dao Qi — representing "Reincarnation Wheel", "Termination", "Order" — surged skyward from the Youming Di Fu, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, all pouring into that massive Purple-Gold Qi Qi Jinlong of the Heavenly Court.

Ang—!!!

The Qi Qi Jinlong's body, at a speed visible to the naked eye, swelled violently once more!

The originally Purple-Gold dragon body, after fusing with this Innate Mysterious Yellow Earthly Dao Qi, became even thicker, even more majestic.

On the dragon's body, scenes of life-and-death Reincarnation Wheel faintly circulated; beneath its claws, it seemed to tread upon the past and future of hundreds of millions of living beings.

Heavenly Dao, Earthly Dao — all in the Yao's grasp!

At this moment, the Yao Clan's Qi Qi reached an unprecedented peak!

The entire Heavenly Court was enveloped in a layer of thick and sacred Primordial Merit and Virtue golden light.

The Yao Bing and Yao Jiang within it only felt clear-headed and refreshed; their originally obscure cultivation bottlenecks actually showed signs of loosening.

"Done!"

Inside the Lingxiao Baodian, Di Jun looked at that Qi Qi Jinlong which had almost condensed into substance, trembling all over with excitement.

He knew that from this moment on, the Yao Clan could truly be said to have firmly secured the position of Heaven's Chosen Protagonists!

The Wu Clan was no longer worth fearing!

He turned his head, looking toward the Soft Couch in the corner, his eyes filled with supreme reverence and gratitude.

"Younger Brother!"

Di Jun could feel his own cultivation had risen a major level; he was only half a step away from Pre-Saint Late Stage!

If he took this half step, then swallowed the Wu Clan...

At that time.

Controlling the Heaven and Earth's Qi Qi.

He, Di Jun, would achieve Sanctification!

All of this was brought by this Younger Brother of his!

However, Gu Yuan merely waved his hand, signaling him not to speak further.

He still wore that sickly appearance, as if the peerless Yang Scheme that had just stirred the Great Wasteland's winds and clouds had nothing to do with him whatsoever.

His gaze pierced through the Lingxiao Baodian, pierced through the Thirty-Three Heavens, falling toward those endless Chaos Depths.

"Hongjun..."

Gu Yuan silently recited this name in his heart.

He could feel that with the Yao Clan's Qi Qi surging, with the Heavenly Dao and Earthly Dao faintly showing a trend of merging into one.

That gaze originating from the Zixiao Palace, cold and indifferent, became increasingly distinct.

The originally evenly matched balance was thoroughly shattered.

Would this Merging with the Dao person sit by and do nothing?