Chapter 393

Bang!

After all the Daluo gods were completely blasted out, the gate of Purple Cloud Palace immediately closed tightly.

Hongjun was very angry.

Hongjun was very furious.

Hongjun didn't want to see, in his own Purple Cloud Palace, those ancient gods who never did anything proper.

He isn't dead yet!

He's still here, just self‑isolated and bearing the universe, yet this bunch of Taiyi Daluo dare to tear off the roof and hold a concert on the spot.

If he really died, what could we do?

Dancing on tombs, cocktail parties at the spirit hall……

Hongjun declared, staking his integrity, that the so‑called 'loyal and virtuous ministers' surely had the ability to make him so angry he'd fake a corpse and come back!

He knew those primordial gods of the earliest age all too well.

Pangu split the heavens—why did he exert himself so, sparing no effort to slaughter countless Chaos demon gods?

Behind this, of course lie many secrets, tales not fit for outsiders.

But it also certainly included Pangu venting his negative emotions—an important reason for lowering his own dangerously high blood pressure!

Why would the blood pressure be high?

Because he's pissed off!

Even Pangu was like that.

What's more, the Heavenly Dao is nothing but a tool‑person!

"Although, I am not yet Pangu."

"Moreover, I've woven my own cage and trapped myself."

"But… do you really think I can't let you lot learn a lesson, remember it?"

"All of you—get lost!"

Thus.

A vast, surging mighty power surged, like the aftermath of the primordial epoch's heaven‑splitting, earth‑parting… After blasting the gods out of Purple Cloud Palace, it hardly diminished, enveloping each Daluo as they tumbled and raced through the chaotic, misty, disordered spacetime, making them seem like helpless drifters in a boundless sea, liable to drown at any moment.

After a long while, when Purple Cloud Palace vanished from the gods' senses, the wave finally ceased, revealing each of them with bruised noses and swollen faces.

"Heh heh heh…"

Although they were quite disheveled, someone as top‑tier as Nüwa could still laugh.

It was her dust‑covered, grimacing face that made Fuxi bend over, clutch his stomach, and forcibly suppress his laughter—holding it in was extremely hard.

However, Empress Nüwa was in a very good mood then, so she didn't care what her brother thought.

"As expected."

She set down the sheng reed in her hand, her eyes bright: "Hongjun has united with the Dao, he's grown stronger, but his restrictions have increased as well."

"We just did that, making his blood pressure spike, driving him to furious rage, his murderous intent boiling over… but what can he do about it?"

Even if it is his territory, even in the Zixiao Palace, we can only be driven away…… He possesses a body of peerless divine powers, yet cannot deliver a killing blow; he must strictly follow rules and order!

In the end, it's neither big nor small—just let us suffer a minor loss.

"Not only these." Di Jun patted the dust from his body, tidied his appearance, and cleared the bruises around his eyes, "When the Dao Ancestor takes action, that commotion could never be hidden from us…… Originally he was of the highest realm, his divine abilities the most profound; when he wages war, it begins nameless, moves formlessly, unknowable, unfathomable."

But now?

To be in accord with the Heavenly Dao is actually the greatest shackle, exposing one's whereabouts.

We can prepare in advance…… Even if we cannot win, we can at least die with understanding.

Moreover, he must obey the Heavenly Dao's rules, with the primary duty of maintaining peace and harmony in the Honghuang cosmos; he is a Guardian, no longer the former hunter who acted on whim.

The more Di Jun spoke, the brighter his eyes became.

Besides him, there are also quite a few Great Simplicity mighty beings with similar mental states.

Nüwa organized the Band, which performed an impromptu piece on the spot.

The Great Simplicity-level Great Luo beings were all very cooperative, each one following orders…… It appears Nüwa has prestige, and everyone is willing to give her face.

But in fact, it is also because it aligns with everyone's wish—all want to see what Hongjun, having united with the Heavenly Dao, can still do, and to what extent.

This is a tacit cooperation, carrying out a probe.

Taking action is impossible, not in this lifetime—so as to prevent Hongjun from raising the banner of 'justified defense' and striking down the one who sticks his head out.

Just mourn.

A concert was held on site, playing mournful music, deeply mourning the Dao Ancestor Hongjun's past contributions; as an intelligent instrument of the Heavenly Dao, he poured out his heart and blood, exhausted his energy and thought—truly the ultimate useful tool.

The most heart-wrenching action stimulated Hongjun's nerves, finally making him unable to bear it any longer, and he struck directly.

This strike.

All the specific circumstances were clearly seen through by the Great Simplicity mighty beings present; they understood the rules that Dao-united Hongjun must follow…… Once the specific line is drawn, from then on everyone can leisurely hop left and right, playing edgeball.

Hongjun has become stronger.

But as a threat to us, it has actually greatly diminished.

You say a word, I say a sentence, and countless top-tier mighty beings with great divine powers are analyzing and discussing.

What we fear is an unbound Hongjun who can meddle with the board at will, not a stronger Heavenly Dao Hongjun.

Because it means that as long as we do not violate the basic rules, and the intensity of war does not revolve around the goal of shattering heaven and earth, he will find no better way to intervene, only able to stir up petty tricks behind the scenes.

Cannot just slap to death whoever displeases us!

At the very least we must find a righteous excuse to 'carry out Heaven's will'!

Tsk tsk tsk…… This is a gentlemanly Dao Ancestor!

At last we have awaited this day!

The leaders of the Wu and Yao sides wept.

Especially the Wu Clan's ancestral witch bosses.

They had indeed waited too long for this day.

Indeed.

Their strength is not weak, but it depends on who they are compared to.

Facing Hun Dun, that would be like a younger brother… no, most can't even be a younger brother, being a son is already a stretch.

Except for a few.

The remaining ancestral witches were dealt with by Hun Dun, truly just like a father dealing with his son.

Heaven knows!

How hard have their days been over all these years?

They tried every means to conceal their true identities and frame others.

This is fear.

Afraid that one morning, just as I pushed open the door and looked up, I would see Hun Dun standing at the entrance with a smile.

Damn!

What a huge surprise!

Even the gods were scared to death.

Even if one was brave enough not to be scared to death, Hun Dun's slap would kill them.

As for whether Hun Dun's arbitrary killing of divinities would cause huge negative effects?

This is nothing.

Take the example of the Kui Niu Great Sage in the Heavenly Court.

Want a reason? Want evidence?

Made up is fine.

Anyway, at that time the dead couldn't speak, let alone defend themselves.

Daozu produced evidence of colluding with the demonic path and conspiring with the demon ancestor Rahu, threw it onto the corpses of the slain divinities, then faced the multitude of Daluo who came to question, declaring special measures, to prevent the evidence from being destroyed, he had no choice but to strike first……

Alright.

This matter is now settled.

The mutual suppression and crushing between the two great camps is just this ruthless and terrifying.

Position comes first; fairness and justice are pushed aside.

Now it's fine.

As for fairness, the Heavenly Dao respects it, and Daozu must also abide by it.

One cannot play 'execute first, report later'; must follow due process, letting the gods jointly decide.

The procedure is insufficient.

Then we must first view the problem according to the most simple, basic human societal values, not punishing without instruction.

The light of justice shines upon the earth!

For a moment.

The rebel faction's Wu Clan powers felt that Honghuang's sky was bluer, the sun brighter, the air fresher.

The traitor faction's Yao Clan leaders likewise had similar feelings.

They exchanged a glance, their faces lit with brilliant smiles.

From now on, let that 'procedure' eat dust!

The Purple Cloud Palace conference? Gods consult and decide?

Heh.

Everyone tacitly agrees, half in favor, half opposed, never expecting a result.

'Heavenly Dao.'

'Also a tool person.'

'What's the point of such great ambition?'

'Prove Pangu?'

'Become a leader?'

'Hey!'

'Or let us gods, with a heart of great fearlessness, go ahead first to help you test for risks!'

The ancient god great sages reached a unanimous opinion.

Of course, soon.

Their opinions then diverged, and they started to tear each other apart.

Thus one sees in the Chaos, two groups of troops facing off.

Nüwa, for the first time in history, tore her face open with her true identity, standing opposed to the Heavenly Court.

She was full of majesty, hands behind her back; half a step behind stood the great loyalist Fengxi, awaiting orders. Thereafter, thousands of Daluo gathered, shouting and cheering, boosting morale!

The Heavenly Court also would not show weakness.

Di Jun and Taiyi, the two demon emperors, mustered troops; in the blink of an eye, thousands of Daluo gathered, forming battle arrays, killing intent palpable, likewise boundlessly terrifying.

The main forces of the Wu and Yao, now deployed, perhaps in the next moment will erupt into a great melee, a blood-soaked battle in this Chaos.

'Nüwa!' Di Jun said in a deep voice, 'Give up.'

'Your career has no future.'

In his early years, the August Emperor Majesty had indeed tried, placing hope on the human path, hoping to blossom with beautiful brilliance…

He even thus pioneered the Way of Fortune.

With fortune, only the highest cultivators would form a connection and communication with the weakest living beings.

The strong are willing to protect the weak, proactively pushing forward the entire cultivation civilization, even if behind it all lies the drive of profit.

The flourishing fields of the human path harvest fortune, the sustenance of cultivation.

But what about the end?

Di Jun shook his head.

He nearly fell and became half-paralyzed.

Also, it was fortunate.

His main mission was to let the Honghuang universe cultivate into a single Great Luo, rather than hoping for the human path to advance.

Heaven and earth are the body, the human path the soul, fortune the mana; regard Honghuang as a cultivator. Adjust the body, each mountain and river has spirits, exercising control; prosperous clans and nations evolve countless wisdoms, letting the soul grow; elevate the whole civilization, raising GDP, fortune's mana rises… Ultimately, reaching the extreme, leap up to achieve the greatest Great Luo.

Once this Great Luo is attained, it is Pangu; the entire Honghuang becomes eternally free, with no danger of destruction.

Unfortunately.

Di Jun's face expressionless: 'Proving the Dao to reach Great Luo naturally brings a heart tribulation.'

If mishandled, it is a failure to prove the Dao.

Back then, Honghuang gathered the heartfelt efforts of all our innate divinities, every aspect was complete… Only the hearts of all beings had a problem.

Pitting the August Emperor Majesty near death also caused Honghuang to face total collapse.

Helplessly,

He sacrificed nearly all his comrades, taking our lives to extend Honghuang's lifespan, buying time, employing the great deception, speaking of reincarnation, first condensing Honghuang's innate immortal light.

This is the August Emperor Majesty's Dao; thereby he also achieved Pangu.

But the problem was not solved.

Deception can work for a while, but not forever… The August Emperor Majesty ultimately had to step down.

Although Honghuang became a Great Luo, it nearly lost itself; now it suffers from split personality and amnesia, a serious illness.

This patient must be slowly nurtured… Only bit-by-bit adjustment will do.

Nüwa.

You apply such heavy-handed stimulative therapy… I cannot agree.

Di Jun spoke frankly, criticizing Nüwa.

'You don't agree with me, and I don't agree with you.' Nüwa's brows rose slightly, heroic spirit flourishing: 'Even if Honghuang is ill.'

But we cannot therefore invert right and wrong, disregarding good and evil.

We cannot just say, 'Being happy and cheerful is enough, beneficial for soothing the human path's body and mind,' and thus indulge the human path.

Such nurturing, even if healed, what then?

Originally the ailment was superficial, but in the end the surface appears fine while the inner self is already twisted, leading to graver consequences!

'Twisting is not frightening; afterward we can slowly correct it.' Di Jun said.

'At that time, the cost would be greater!' Nüwa's eyes turned fierce: 'Rather than that, let us now use a potent drug, excise the tumor, and establish sound values beneath the tree!'

'How many living beings would have to die for this?' Di Jun sighed.

'No fear, there is reincarnation.' Nüwa spoke calmly: 'I have almost finished preparations.'

'The existence of reincarnation is not a reason for you to start wars and strip sentient life merely because you think so.' Di Jun frowned: 'Moreover, cause and effect entwined across countless ages… what great trouble would that bring?'

Within reincarnation, errors continually accumulate… ultimately causing the system of heaven and earth's operation to malfunction.

'That is something Hongjun should worry about.' Nüwa showed her ruthless side, striking the pot precisely: 'After all, you still stand on Hongjun's side, acting as his enforcer… while also defending your position as a vested-interest beneficiary!'

Nüwa's words were sharp.

'Aren't you the same?' Di Jun countered: 'If fellow cultivators could let go of the pursuit of Pangu's position, how could there be so many matters?'

'Ha? Let go? Possible.' Nüwa shifted tone, actually indicating willingness to negotiate, surprising Di Jun.

'As long as you can persuade, let that fellow Fuxi bow his head to me and become my brother of an era.'

Di Jun listened, silent, weighing the choice between offending Fuxi and offending Nüwa.

After a long while, he sighed.

Then let's settle it with our fists!

The great battle, on the verge of erupting!

……

Come, come, come, place your bets! Place your bets!

On the streets of Honghuang, two major gang crews are opening…

Is it truly the Pangu Gang's big sister—Nüwa suppressing all heroes?

Or the Heavenly Court Society's Red Flower Double Sticks—Di Jun having the edge?

Bet on Nüwa, odds 1 to 1.6!

Bet on Di Jun, odds 1 to 1.5!

Passersby, don't miss out!

Fuxi brought several hundred Great Luos, standing apart from the two major factions; inside were many great adepts, who were unwilling to step out and muddy the waters at this moment… However, under Fuxi's tossing about, they could also exert some use, participating in an alternative way—for example—through the gambling house.

(End of chapter)