Chapter 221: Enduring the Fury

The two talked in secret until the stars shifted. At parting, Nüwa suddenly brought up: "Haotian that kid has been a real headache lately; the Lingxiao Hall bestowed by the Dao Ancestor is now so desolate that a celestial horse could run through it."

Having said that, she lightly waved her bare hand, and cloud vapors already enveloped Zhou Yi, sending him beyond the thirty‑three layers of heaven.

Who could have imagined that the Heavenly Court is already in ruins; not to mention top‑tier elites, there aren't even a handful of decent masters.

Haotian and Yaochi, relying on the spirit roots of the Peaches of Immortality, have recruited some idle cultivators, but their abilities are truly underwhelming.

The entire Heavenly Court, aside from the two of them barely reaching Quasi Saint‑level combat power, has no other formidable figures capable of holding the scene.

Out of options, the two Heavenly Court decision‑makers can only act low‑key for now, which later sowed a hidden danger for the upcoming God‑Sealing Great Calamity.

Moreover, after Zhou Yi captured Fire Cloud Cave, he sent all the awakened Human Race masters to the Gouchen Star deep within the Chaos Sea.

With precise coordinates, the round trip this time took only a dozen years.

After that Zhou Yi entered seclusion and never emerged; the first‑generation Human Race princess gradually faded from the people's memory.

A millennium passed in the blink of an eye; that day, while he was silently cultivating in his cave, he suddenly opened his eyes: "What's meant to come can't be avoided; this time, what tricks can you still pull?"

The Western Sect, silent for ten thousand years, finally made a move; according to Zhou Yi's foresight, these people should have acted much earlier.

Detecting the clue wasn't due to his Dao‑transcending cultivation; during seclusion, Tai Qing Sheng Ren suddenly transmitted a voice reminding him: the Western Sect intends to attack the Six Realms of Reincarnation.

Although it's not the Great Calamity era, the Saint's divination of heavenly mechanisms is inherently easy, let alone Tai Qing still possessing the priceless Tai Chi Diagram.

Strangely, why did the Western Sect hold back so long before acting? Nonetheless, it's certain they are fully prepared this time.

At this moment, on the outskirts of the Six Realms of Reincarnation, a swath of Western Sect disciples, black as ink, stare at the core of the cycle. The three leaders at the front, if Zhou Yi were present, would surely be recognized.

Mi Le, Yao Shi, and Di Zang, who repeatedly lost in the ten‑thousand‑year Reincarnation War, once had sullen, dust‑covered faces that have become jokes throughout Honghuang.

It's one thing that the Six Realms of Reincarnation scheme fell through, but even the two precious relics that Zhunti Saint bestowed upon Mi Le and Yao Shi were snatched by others.

That's not mere incompetence; it's as if they're grinding the Western Sect's face into the ground.

How can Di Zang and his group possibly have an easy life after all these years? Within the whole sect, who doesn't sneer at them behind their backs?

Fortunately, Zhunti Saint did not reprimand them; instead, he gave them a chance to atone by turning merit into redemption. After millennia of pent‑up resentment, Di Zang and his peers spend each day pondering how to reclaim the stage.

Now the Human Race's supreme ruler Zhou Yi has retreated into Fire Cloud Cave, refusing to appear in the world; the Wu Clan's power has also waned, and Di Zang's mental abacus clicks loudly in his mind.

"Senior brother Mi Le, senior brother Yao Shi, everything is ready; let's set off to the Six Realms of Reincarnation now!" Di Zang clasped his fists and reported, his mind clear as a mirror; though these two seniors show no outward sign, they are secretly unwilling to accept his leadership on this matter.

But who would dare disobey a Saint's imperial appointment?

To say Di Zang didn't see it coming, after repeatedly botching major projects, Zhunti Saint actually still appointed him as chief commander.

During these ten thousand years he wasn't idling; in secret he mastered every detail of the Six Realms of Reincarnation and prepared the sect's trump card. At this moment his confidence is soaring; even if Zhou Yi were to suddenly strike back, he'd have no chance of thwarting his good plans.

Deep in the Netherworld, Yu Qiang, the clan patriarch, leading the surviving Wu Clan descendants, sensed the stir early. Since the War of the Wu Demons, they have barely extended their lives using the merit of the Six Realms of Reincarnation.

Yet the Twelve Ancestral Witches have almost perished, the Pangu bloodline growing ever thinner; now the only one left in the clan capable of fighting is Yu Qiang, a Quasi Saint stationed as a pillar, and even Great Luo Golden Immortals can't muster a few decent ones.

Calculating carefully, the Wu Clan now has only a few dozen Great Luo Golden Immortals holding the scene, a far cry from the ancient era when they swept Honghuang.

When a scout reported that Western Sect members were marching grandly toward the Six Realms of Reincarnation, Yu Qiang's icy, statue‑like face didn't even twitch a brow; since the day of the Wu‑Demon decisive battle, his body seemed to have been stripped of all warmth.

That feisty girl back then who loved tugging the Water God's beard has long been forged by ten‑thousand‑year light into the guardian deity of the Six Realms of Reincarnation.

At this moment she is methodically issuing orders: "Immediately send a message to Immortal Master Fu De; the other divisions continue to operate as usual; without my command, not a single step may be moved!"

Deep in the Netherworld, the Ox‑Head hums a Netherworld melody while escorting evil souls, and the Horse‑Face carries a chain, passing by the newly arrived Western Sect disciples.

Their grim, eyelid‑unflinching posture made the front‑line Di Zang harbor a doubt in his heart.

Nevertheless, being personally taught by Jieyin Saint, he quickly steadied himself and led the squad to charge straight into the eighteenth layer of Hell.

"Namo Ami…" the distinctive chant of Western Buddhism rose, and ten thousand wandering souls suddenly performed three kneelings and nine bows toward a certain direction.

Then a blue light split the Netherworld; Fu De stepped on the yin‑yang dual qi, revealing his form: "Fellow Daoists, having crossed the River of Forgetfulness, you're not here for a tour of the Netherworld, are you?"

Di Zang's prayer beads in his hand clicked "clack‑clack": "May I ask who you are, holy one, and why you dare manipulate my sect's destiny?"

"I am Fu De, a named disciple of the Jade Void Palace, here to transcend the dead for exactly twelve thousand years," the Daoist brushed dust lightly, and the eighteenth layer of Hell instantly glowed with Jade Pure light.

The Western Sect members were all stunned; transmuting the dead is their specialty, yet they were outdone.

What tightened their hearts further was that opposite stood the high disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, Fu De, whose background was not a fraction weaker than theirs.

Di Zang suppressed the ripple in his eyes, bowed and laughed: "What a flood that washed over the Dragon King's temple; so you're a high disciple of the Chan Sect. We thought alike, my sect cannot bear to see countless wronged souls suffer in Hell, thus we came to perform this compassion."

Although wary of the opponent's stature, regarding the Six Realms of Reincarnation as a juicy piece, the Western Sect certainly won't concede; he doesn't believe the whole sect can't surpass a single Fu De.

"That's a false statement!" Fu De flicked his sleeve, sneering, "The Six Realms of Reincarnation are so weighty, if everyone spoke as you do, would there be any rules left?"

Before Di Zang could speak, an impatient junior brother in the back shouted: "Our good deeds and merit are none of your business! Speak up, what gives you the right to swagger here?"

Di Zang's eyebrows twitched rapidly; Mi Le and Yao Shi, seated as senior brothers, were already under fire, and now even their subordinates dared to snatch the word, a blatant slap in the face.

But for now he can only endure the raging anger, waiting for the great matter to conclude before settling accounts.

"Hahaha!" Fu De burst into loud laughter, brandishing a golden seal from his waist, "The Jade Emperor personally appointed me as the Duke of Fengdu, this is exactly my jurisdiction, enough weight?"

"What does the Heavenly Court count as…" the brash youth tried to blurt, but Di Zang's thunderous "Shut up!" cut him off. Di Zang's back molar clenched painfully, the fool almost pierced the heavens, for the scheme of the Six Realms of Reincarnation cannot be aired openly.

Di Zang was about to turn to Fu De to speak, when the other side leapt forward:

"The Heavenly Court is a manager appointed by the Dao Ancestor for Honghuang, and you Western Sect now have such audacity, even daring to disregard the Dao Ancestor's holy decree?"

"Believe it or not, I'll report to the Master immediately, and ask Yuanshi Tianzun himself to question Jieyin and Zhunti about this 'What the Heavenly Court is anything' rant."