Chapter 634: Heavenly Secrets in Chaos, Three Saints Emerge

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.

In the depths of Chaos, Zixiao Palace.

The ancient hall was dead silent.

Hongjun Daozu sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, his eyes half-open, yet his gaze could pierce through endless Chaos, reaching straight to the Great Wasteland.

Above the Yao Clan Heavenly Court, that massive Qi Luck Golden Dragon was frantically writhing.

It inhaled and exhaled the radiance of sun, moon, and stars, absorbing the trading Qi Luck of billions of scattered cultivators across the Great Wasteland.

Even more terrifying, a layer of thick, turbid Innate Mysterious Yellow color was actually coiled around that dragon body.

Earthly Dao Qi Luck.

Ping Xin establishing Reincarnation should have been the Earthly Dao awakening, the Wu Clan retreating to Youming to counterbalance the Heavenly Court — an excellent chess game.

The Wu and Yao two clans should have shed their last drop of blood fighting for control of the Underworld.

But the Heavenly Court did not send troops.

The Heavenly Court issued Nether Currency; over time, the Wu Clan elites would willingly put on the Heavenly Court's shackles, becoming the laborers maintaining the Reincarnation cycle.

The Wu-Yao balance, thoroughly shattered.

The Yao Clan dominated alone, its Qi Luck so grand it had already faintly touched the Heavenly Dao's bottom line.

"Anomaly."

Hongjun's shriveled lips moved slightly, spitting out two utterly cold words.

He raised that withered palm. In his palm, a fragment of the Creation Jade Disc slowly emerged.

The fragment was inscribed with the Primordial Origin patterns of the Three Thousand Dao.

Hongjun flicked his index finger.

"Hum——"

An invisible ripple spread from the Creation Jade Disc, instantly crossing time and space, sinking into the depths of the Great Wasteland's Heavenly Dao Primordial Origin.

In that instant, the entire Great Wasteland's Heavenly Secrets River violently boiled.

The originally clearly visible fate trajectories were forcibly crushed, turning into a mass of turbid, chaotic mist.

No one, not even top-tier great abilities holding Innate Supreme Treasures, could now pry even half a bit of the future from the Heavenly Secrets.

Heavenly Dao Concealment, Saint Emerges.

Having done all this, Hongjun withdrew his palm.

His indifferent eyes looked toward Kunlun Mountain, a wisp of subtle Dao Resonance traveling along the Heavenly Dao veins, silently entering the Three Purities' Sea of Consciousness.

Kunlun Mountain, Sanqing Hall.

Taishang Laojun abruptly opened his eyes. His Heart of Dao, undisturbed for ten thousand years, now surged with stormy waves.

"Eldest Brother?" Yuanshi Tianzun, sitting opposite, sensed Laojun's Qi fluctuation, his brows furrowing slightly.

Tongtian Jiaozhu also stopped wiping the Qingping Sword, turning his head to look.

Laojun stood up, walking slowly to the hall's edge, gazing down at the vast land below.

"Heavenly Secrets are chaotic." Laojun's voice was low and deep.

"Chaotic is chaotic." Yuanshi Tianzun coldly snorted, "Those fur-and-horn Yao Clan, relying on the Heavenly Ranking and Heavenly Currency, have stirred the Great Wasteland into a mess. Now the Wu Clan has become shrinking turtles, that Di Jun Na Si actually thinks he can be the eternal master of heaven and earth? How could the Heavenly Dao tolerate his rampage."

Laojun did not respond.

His fingers in his sleeves rapidly calculated, yet he only touched a void, but in his mind, that Supreme Dao Resonance from Zixiao Palace reverberated like a great bell.

Establish Teaching, Become Saint.

This is the Ancestor of the Dao's urging, and also the Heavenly Dao's will.

Laojun once wanted to take the human Cangjie as disciple, borrowing Human Clan Qi Luck to establish a teaching, but was bluntly rejected by that phrase "Self-improvement without Ceasing".

Human Clan Qi Luck was already dead-bound to the Yao Clan.

If he forcibly seized it, he would have to face the Yao Clan Heavenly Court's full-force fury, and even face Nüwa's Human Creation Whip.

He cultivates the Wuwu Dao; not contending, one cannot be defeated.

"Since the Human Dao cannot be schemed for, I shall follow the Heavenly Dao."

A flash of realization passed through Laojun's eyes.

He took one step out of Sanqing Hall, standing in the void atop Kunlun Mountain's peak.

A pagoda emitting Innate Mysterious Yellow Qi emerged above his head.

Heaven and Earth Innate Mysterious Yellow Linglong Pagoda!

Laojun took a deep breath, his voice carrying supreme magic power, spreading across the Great Wasteland's Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

"Heavenly Dao Above! I am the Orthodox Pangu, Taishang Laojun! Today, feeling that the Great Wasteland's myriad beings find cultivation difficult, I specially establish a teaching, named 'Dao'! Using the Taiji Diagram to suppress Qi Luck! Teaching the Great Wasteland's myriad spirits, transmitting the Golden Elixir Great Dao! Dao Teaching, Established!"

Boom!

Above the Nine Heavens, Purple Qi Comes from the East for thirty thousand li. Boundless Primordial Yellow Merit and Virtue Golden Clouds frantically gathered. This is the second Establishing Teaching Merit since the Opening of Heaven and Earth!

The Golden Merits Pillar crashed down, completely enveloping Laojun. That wisp of Primordial Beginning Purple Qi in his body instantly fused into his Primordial Spirit.

Laojun's Qi climbed step by step. The Peak of the Half-Step Saint Realm bottleneck shattered like paper.

A supreme, terrifying awe that regarded all beings as ants surged from Kunlun Mountain into the sky, instantly sweeping the entire Great Wasteland!

Heavenly Dao Saint, Emerges!

The Great Wasteland's myriad clans and beings, whether deep mountain great demons or Four Seas scattered cultivators, under this awe all involuntarily went weak at the knees, kneeling on the ground.

Yuanshi Tianzun looked at Laojun in the high sky, his eyes erupting with extreme fanaticism and ambition.

He comprehended.

Following the Footsteps. Accumulating Merit. This is his Dao.

Yuanshi Tianzun flew up, standing at Laojun's side.

The Pangu Banner's phantom in his hand fluttered with a hunting sound, tearing the surrounding void.

"Heavenly Mandate Above! I am the Orthodox Pangu, Primordial Yuan of Jade Clarity! Now observing the Great Wasteland's myriad beings, good and bad mixed together, left-way heretical doctrines running rampant. I specially establish a teaching, named 'Chan'! To expound the principles of the Heavenly Dao, following heaven and responding to humans! Only those with deep roots and deep virtue may enter my sect! Using the Pangu Banner to suppress fortune! Chan Teaching, establish!"

As soon as the words fell, another large expanse of merit-and-virtue golden clouds descended.

Yuanshi Tianzun let out a sky-roaring long whistle. Primordial Beginning purple qi entered his body, saintly might rose again!

Two strands of saintly might intertwined, pressing the Great Wasteland's great earth until it creaked.

Inside Sanqing Hall, Tongtian Jiaozhu held Qingping Sword, striding out in great steps. He looked at his two elder brothers' backs, the corner of his mouth hooking a trace of arrogant cold laughter.

"Following heaven and responding to humans? Picking and choosing? What kind of natural Dao law is that!"

Tongtian Jiaozhu raised his head, sword pointing at the vault of heaven. Four strands of murderous sword shadows flickered in and out of existence behind him.

"Heavenly Mandate Above! I am the Orthodox Pangu, Tong Tian of Upper Clarity! Heaven and earth are not benevolent, treating all things as straw dogs. I insist on snatching a thread of survival for all beings! Today I establish a teaching, named 'Jie'! Teaching without discrimination, all who have a heart toward the Dao may enter my sect! Using the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords to suppress fortune! Jie Teaching, establish!"

Boom—rumble—rumble!

Thunder exploded.

The Heavenly Dao seemed displeased with Tong Tian's arrogant words of "snatching a thread of survival," but under the rules, merit and virtue still descended.

Tongtian Jiaozhu bathed in the golden light. He did not use the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords to suppress fortune, because the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords specialize in killing, having no suppressing effect.

But he did not care.

He united body with sword, beheaded the three corpses, in one move stepped into the Saint Realm!

Within a single day, Kunlun Mountain produced three Saints in succession!

Three vast saintly mights converged into a substantive storm, sweeping across the Great Wasteland.

Mount Buzhou's peak, Yao Clan Heavenly Court.

Inside Lingxiao Baodian, the assembled yao changed color in alarm.

That strand of saintly might which had pierced through the Thirty-Three Heavens' defense line pressed even Great Luo Golden Immortals until they could not catch their breath.

Di Jun sat on the Dragon Throne, Sun True Fire surging wildly around him, resisting that oppressive sensation.

"Three Saints emerging together..." Di Jun gritted his teeth, "This is unable to bear seeing Us at peace!"

Corner of the great hall, on the soft couch.

Gu Yuan wrapped in snow-white fox fur robe, embracing a purple gold warm stove in his arms.

"Anxious. Disturbing heavenly secrets, urging the Saints, seeking to obstruct the yao clan?"