Chapter 652

Zixiao Palace, Ancestor of the Dao Hongjun.

Merely six characters, yet they plunged the entire Great Wasteland into absolute dead silence.

Kunlun Mountain, Sanqing Hall.

On Yuanshi Tianzun's face, unchanged for ten thousand years, a grave expression appeared.

Tongtian Jiaozhu withdrew the smile from the corner of his mouth, his hand gripping the Qingping Sword tightening slightly.

Taishang Laojun even rose directly from his meditation cushion, facing the direction of Zixiao Palace, and bowed deeply.

Inside Wahuang Palace, Nüwa sighed.

On Western Mount Sumeru, Jieyin and Zhunti glanced at each other, the look of suffering on their faces deepening.

They knew that when this true Chess Player personally intervened, this Witch-Demon War that had swept across the entire Great Wasteland had already prematurely announced its conclusion.

On the battlefield.

Di Jun only felt an irresistible mighty power appear out of thin air beside him.

Immediately after, a blurry figure silently and soundlessly appeared between himself and Pingxin Niangniang.

Hongjun.

He did not look at Di Jun, nor at Ping Xin, merely sweeping a casual glance at the devastated Great Wasteland earth below.

He raised his hand, and with a light wave toward those ancient stars suspended in midair, emitting an aura of destruction,

Like brushing dust from his sleeve.

In the next instant, those stars that Di Jun had forcibly dragged down from the star river at tremendous cost reversed direction, transformed into streams of flowing light, and obediently returned to the orbits where they originally belonged.

Immediately after, he blew a breath toward that void torn apart by laws, where chaos surged.

The shattered space instantly healed, the chaotic earth, water, fire, and wind returning to order.

As if that heaven-destroying, earth-annihilating battle had never occurred.

Having done all this, Hongjun's gaze finally fell upon the Six Ancestral Witches who had just escaped back to Di Fu through a spatial rift, every one of them injured, their expressions despairing.

"The Witch Clan, born of the earth, should return to the earth."

His voice was flat, yet like a Heavenly Dao decree, brooking no doubt.

"From this day forth, the Witch Clan shall be eternally suppressed in Youming, presiding over the Reincarnation Wheel's punishment of evil; unless a Primordial Calamity occurs, they may not step half a pace out of Di Fu. This is your path to survival, and also your cage."

"Hum!"

As his words fell, an invisible shackle condensed from Heavenly Dao laws descended from the Nine Heavens above, instantly transcending time and space, branding itself deep within the true spirits of the Six Ancestral Witches including Zhu Jiuyin.

"No!"

"Ancestor of the Dao is unjust!"

Xuanming, Tianwu, and the others let out unwilling roars, attempting to resist.

However, on that shackle, a mere thread of purple lightning flowed, and it shocked their Ancestral Witch true bodies until they were charred black, their law power instantly collapsing, all of them vomiting a mouthful of Blood Sea Demonic Essence and collapsing listlessly to the ground.

Beneath the Saint, all are ants.

Before the Merged-with-the-Dao Hongjun, even those as strong as Ancestral Witches were no different from ants.

The so-called Pangu's body can fight a Saint — that is not a top-tier Saint like Hongjun!

Let alone... the Twelve Ancestral Witches, at this very moment, numbered less than half.

Zhu Jiuyin closed his eyes, his face full of bleak desolation.

He knew, the era of the Witch Clan had ended.

At the cost of Elder Brother Di Jiang's life, the exchange was the entire clan being eternally confined.

Having dealt with the Witch Clan, Hongjun's gaze finally turned toward Di Jun.

"The Yao Clan, acting on behalf of Heaven to execute the Dao, yet indulged your son in violence, causing the living beings of the Great Wasteland to suffer; this is a loss of virtue."

"Di Jun, as Heavenly Emperor, for your own selfishness you drew down falling stars, seeking to destroy the foundation of the Great Wasteland; this is a great crime."

Hongjun's voice remained flat, with no joy or anger detectable.

"Punish—"

"The Yao Clan Heavenly Court's Qi Qi, strip away three-tenths; for ten thousand years, it shall not recover."

"Heavenly Emperor Di Jun, strip away his Three Corpses, cast them into the Nine Nether Gangfeng, to suffer ten thousand years of wind and fire punishment, as a warning to others."

Boom!

As these words fell, Di Jun only felt his Primordial Spirit violently shaken.

His good and evil two corpses, lodged within an Innate Spiritual Treasure and connected to his mind, were actually forcibly stripped from his Primordial Spirit by an irresistible power!

"Pfft!"

Di Jun spat out a mouthful of golden Divine Blood, his aura instantly withering, his cultivation realm plummeting directly from Peak of the Half-Step Saint Realm back to Quansheng Chūqī.

Ten thousand years of bitter cultivation, lost in a single morning!

"I do not accept!"

Di Jun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, raised his head, those golden pupils staring dead at Hongjun, without fear, only endless anger and unwillingness.

"The Witch Clan schemed first, killed my younger brother after! I avenged my brother, what crime is there?!"

"If the Heavenly Dao is heartless, I shall defy this Heaven!"

"If the Ancestor of the Dao is unjust, I shall rebel against your Dao!"

He pointed at that white-clad figure swaying in the wind not far away, almost completely dissipated, his voice hoarse, each word distinct.

"Today, either you exterminate the Witch Clan entirely, to bury with my younger brother!"

"Or, kill me together with them!"

The entire Great Wasteland, deathly silent.

All the great powers watching were horrified, looking at this scene.

Gone mad.

The Demon Emperor Di Jun has actually gone mad.

He actually dared to talk back to the Ancestor of the Dao to his face, even uttering the treasonous words of wanting to "overturn this Dao."

Inside Zixiao Palace, the Three Purities each wore different expressions.

On Yuanshi Tianzun's face appeared undisguised schadenfreude.

Tongtian Jiaozhu, on the other hand, sighed, a trace of regret flashing in his eyes.

Although he admired Di Jun's domineering aura, he also knew that offending the Ancestor of the Dao meant only a dead end.

However, contrary to everyone's expectations, Hongjun did not fly into a rage.

In those Ancient Well No Ripple eyes of his, a ripple appeared for the first time.

He did not look at the crazed Di Jun, but instead cast his gaze upon that figure of Gu Yuan which was about to dissipate.

"He, is not dead yet."

Hongjun's dry lips spat out four words.

Di Jun froze for a moment.

"You... what did you say?"

"I say,"

Hongjun's gaze, as if piercing through time and space, saw into the depths of Gu Yuan's Primordial Spirit Fire that was about to be extinguished, saw that Bronze Bell which had fused as one with the Primordial Spirit, yet was now covered in cracks,

"Although his Primordial Spirit has scattered, his True Spirit has not perished. This Seat can save him."