Chapter 394

You... are you not optimistic about Princess Nüwa?

Beside Fuxi, Jieyin the ancient Buddha hefted the Buddhist sect's money bag—the Eight Treasures Merit Pool—curiously inquiring.

Originally he had already planned to place a bet, supporting Nüwa... after all, Jieyin had grand ambitions, wanting to make the Buddhist sect great.

Right now, a spacious shortcut looms faintly.

As a professional who introduces merit loans and helps navigate the vow channel, Jieyin has given considerable thought to the future direction.

How to keep good accounts? How to meet the needs of the vast masses? How to make everyone have a connection with the Buddhist sect?

Inside this, Jieyin has already figured it out.

He needs to partner with a tycoon in land and housing construction to create a composite industry, thereby tying closely to people's lives.

Want to buy a good house but have no money—what to do?

Join the Buddhist sect, make a great vow! Pay in installments according to the yuan-hui—why not hop on board quickly?

What?

People die halfway?

No need to worry.

Endless descendants, relay repayment is worth having!

Jieyin did a quick calculation.

If this grand strategy succeeds.

Wouldn't the Buddhist sect's influence swell to explosion, directly taking off?

Of course, this remains in the realm of supposition.

If you want to implement it, there's still a long road ahead.

For example, by opening up connections and reaching an agreement with today's land controller—Houtu—in certain aspects.

Houtu is Nüwa.

In other words, he needs to win over this empress.

But Nüwa now is the richest of Honghuang, and she has passed the age of favoring merit; she no longer cares much about luck and merit.

After all, she was once raised by Fuxi in the manner of a wealthy daughter, then a blunt club robbery took everything away, leaving her wavering between gain and loss; after gulping down a potent medicine that brought great enlightenment, she would no longer chase money.

However, for Jieyin, this is not too big a problem.

Can't buy her outright, but we can circuitously build goodwill!

Just like now.

Spend a sum of money to show his support for the Wa Empress, optimistic about this princess's future, making it convenient later to connect… With a mortgage, buying into reincarnation won't be far off, right?

Of course.

Jieyin pondered.

Spending money is spending money; being able to profit is even better.

If it's certain to lose money, losing money to gain favor, then bet a little less.

If one can profit and gain favor while getting rich, both without conflict?

Increase the effort!

Fuxi, hearing this, gave Jieyin a deep look, his gaze wandering left and right over the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, his expression inscrutable.

In the blink of an eye, the strange look vanished; he became like a nice guy, a bright smile appearing on his face, patient and enthusiastic toward the guests participating in the bet, 'Aiya!'

"You can't say that!"

"Little Wa, I still think well of her."

"Her odds of winning still exist."

"Her strength is strong, her realm high… Below Pangu and Hunyuan, she is the foremost among all Great Luo!"

"But she is somewhat restrained by the Saint's position… Now she, however, is checked by Hunyuan using one-sixth or even more of his mental power; how much combat strength could remain? It's rather mysterious."

"In a one-on-one, she can still defeat Di Jun or Taiyi."

"But what about taking on two?"

"That's basically fifty-fifty."

"If she can perform well, then she can gain the upper hand."

"If she falls short… she'll most likely suffer a loss."

"Also consider now: the Wu Clan side has fewer Great Luo-level fighters, so the support she can get is also small…"

Fuxi's mouth corner twitched slightly, 'So my judgment in this bet is that she wins, and the payoff for betting on her win is a bit higher.'

"But nothing is absolute."

"The Great Derivation fifty, using forty-nine, still leaves a sliver of life."

"Everything is possible."

"Like that?" Jieyin rubbed his shiny bald head, reflecting the light of a strong one, then fished from the Eight Treasures Merit Pool, "Then I'll bet ten million, optimistic that Princess Nüwa will, before the overall war of witches and demons, first seize the laurels of victory in the vanguard clash!"

"Easy to say! Easy to say!"

Fuxi smiled, eyes narrowed, nodded, then turned to look at someone else and greeted them.

"Hey… you… Dragon Ancestor!"

"Wanna come make a small bet for fun?"

"Support your fellow colleague?"

"Don't be so modest and polite… who doesn't know your dragon palace is the richest?"

Fuxi dragged the Dragon Ancestor into the pit.

But he was not satisfied.

Báizé, you're too slippery…… As a Yao Marshal, you don't go to the Heavenly Court's troops to take the lead and charge into battle; instead, you stand to the side with your hands in your pockets, watching the excitement.

Ask your conscience—do you deserve the Heavenly Court's regular wages?

Fuxi spoke righteously.

"Nüwa leads the rebellion, while Xihuang loafs around and fishes for compliments." Báizé spoke confidently: "You're all unreliable—why hold me to strict standards?"

"I'm just watching the show—what's wrong with that?"

"Nowadays it's not yet a matter of life and death for the Heavenly Court…… If that day ever comes, I will absolutely not avoid or retreat!"

"Even now."

"I won't join the fight…… but giving moral support is still fine."

Báizé the Yao Marshal stingily took out a hundred merit coins, betting that Di Jun and Taiyi would win.

Fuxi heard Báizé's words, and the corner of his eye twitched slightly.

"You bastard…… if it ever comes to a life‑and‑death crisis for the Heavenly Court, you definitely won't run away?"

"Well then I'll look forward to it…… I'll look forward to the day you come face‑to‑face with Huangdi."

He shook his head in secret, then went to persuade other Great Luo cultivators, especially those newbies and junior newcomers who hadn't been in the field long.

Personally witnessing, and alternatively taking part in the clash of the Wu Clan and the Demon Race two major troublemaker groups, where the leaders slaughtered each other, it was a huge shock to them— they felt their entire blood boil.

Moreover, with Xihuang's coaxing, who could resist placing a passionate bet, supporting the side they favored in their hearts?

Therefore.

In a short time, the betting pool accumulated a considerable amount of merit, and Xihuang's face broke into a brilliant smile.

However.

Fuxi's antics on his side meant the Heavenly Court and the Wu Clan's Great Luo cultivators had no energy to pay attention.

Because all their heart, passion, lives, and dreams… were condensed and burst forth in an instant, unleashing the most stunning collision!

They went straight into battle in Chaos, foreshadowing the arrival of the most cruel calamity and tearing open a blood‑colored curtain!

"Boom!"

In the vast Honghuang, black lightning streaked across the heavens, blood‑colored rain fell without reason, born in heaven, dying on earth, desolately mysterious, chilling to the bone.

……

"Kill!"

When Di Jun made his stance clear, no one could persuade the other side; they could only settle it with fists.

Nüwa gave the order, and tens of thousands—ah, no, thousands of Great Luo cultivators brandished their weapons and immediately stood shoulder to shoulder.

The Heavenly Court side refused to be outdone; the demon gods and demon saints roared in Chaos.

"Dong!"

The Chaos Bell was rung, sending ripples through the Great Dao, vibrating the river of time, letting history shift, rise and fall.

One after another, future fragments were screened…… some were shattered, some were selected.

The surviving fragments were reassembled, falling back into the river, becoming the history Taiyi wanted.

Wielding the Chaos Bell, the Eastern Emperor was a very special administrator; at this moment, fighting Nüwa, he sought to shatter her dreams.

On the other side, Di Jun also took action.

The Heavenly Court's four demon sovereigns were equal in rank, but his authority was the greatest.

Endowed with the righteousness of heaven and earth, he commanded all demons under heaven.

If not for this era, with two specially created groups not belonging to the Demon Race, breaking the Heavenly Court's flawless dominion, he would truly be the supreme Heavenly Emperor of the Human Dao!

Now.

Di Jun's and the Demon Race's fate‑streams converged.

He gathered the demons' dreams, pointed the demons' way, and expounded the demons' principles.

He used the Demon Race to write a splendid chapter and forge history.

Di Jun creates history, Taiyi assists in selection…… they are a brotherly pair in perfect sync, mutually complementary and helpful; together they bring about a qualitative change, as the misty Chaos and the vast star river intertwine and entwine, the void and existence take turns, displaying great power!

Great Simplicity!

In brilliant radiance, a special spacetime was opened—it is the universe, a battlefield, and also a prison…… the slow tolling of the bell pulled Nüwa into it, to suppress her, even to subdue her.

But the next moment, a fist shot out, striking the Chaos Bell dead‑center, causing this supreme treasure to wobble as it spun, and Taiyi staggered slightly.

Nüwa, she's strong, she's violent.

"Boom!"

She stood at the center of that spacetime, the light of creation draped over her like a robe of rosy clouds.

The girl's face was solemn, she threw a serious punch, containing a transcendent will—to shatter every bond and overturn all oppression!

This is Nüwa's will.

Hmm.

She wants to overturn a great mountain in her home—that's a Pangu‑level mountain of oppression.

Such fighting spirit—strong as it is—has never waned over countless years, having forged Nüwa into talent through relentless tempering.

Most importantly, she has the power to carry out this will!

With a single punch, this spacetime, now a battlefield, trembles, heading toward collapse.

"Suppress!"

Taiyi and Di Jun exchanged a glance, then softly shouted, and the Chaos Bell was cast down.

It merged with this spacetime, becoming a river.

That river stretches endlessly, boundless and infinite, with no discernible start or end.

Because, it is closed!

It was like a perfect, flawless circle, without beginning or end, sealing the entire world.

At the same time, Di Jun cast down his own Dao.

That Dao was both infinitely lofty and yet enlightened all things, giving birth to the Myriad Heavens, accomplishing myriad Daos, boundless and limitless.

Di Jun walked step by step, stepping into this battlefield.

The further he went, the taller his figure became, his aura growing stronger; when he reached the ultimate extreme, he transformed into light, into rain, into all things… just like a reenactment of Pangu's body becoming heaven and earth!

However, there were also some differences.

Pangu's body becoming heaven and earth transformed into purity and cleanliness.

And Di Jun?

Only his physical body disappeared.

What remained was an innate, indestructible spiritual light, dwelling high in the heavens, guarded by the Great Dao, becoming the Heavenly Emperor of this realm!

When the world had a Heavenly Emperor, it was like Hongjun returning to the Heavenly Dao—both were a kind of functional elevation.

The peak manifestation of the two supreme beings' Dao arts, the transcendent nature of the innate supreme treasure Chaos Bell… at this moment, everything was under Di Jun's grasp. He personally entered the fray, using the most exquisite changes, to suppress Nüwa.

"Good!"

Nüwa exclaimed in applause.

Even though they were now opponents, she did not stint on praise.

Di Jun's supernatural abilities and decisiveness were indeed outstanding.

"But you think this is enough to suppress me? Not even close!"

Nüwa raised her head high, "You evolve heaven and earth, Taiyi's mixed primordial spacetime… since that's the case, I will point to the mountains, accomplish the seas, evolve the myriad beings, and write the human Dao!"

"This can also be considered a rehearsal."

"Let's see if the human Dao under my command can overturn your heaven!"

Having spoken, Nüwa pointed a finger, and the universe transformed, vitality bursting forth.

Pointing to the mountains and seas, creating strange beings, invading and seizing heaven and earth… and then humanity was born, as if a reenactment of the Honghuang era.

Countless streams of spiritual light surged, stirring this battlefield, making Di Jun solemnly await, as the two players opposed each other.

……

"Charge!"

Fengxi blew the horn, urging the Wu Clan's heroes to charge into battle.

"Even the mistress leads the charge, fighting on the front lines—we can't let her lose face!"

His divine spirit shook, doubling the battle will of the Great Wu.

After the Great Wu had finished charging.

Only then did he lower the horn, grab a stick, directly lock onto a demon god, and smash it down with all his might.

"Give me your life!"

Fengxi roared, revealing a rare killing intent.

In this world, few things could make him this angry.

Each of them had a reason he must kill.

Like this demon god before him, who had a history of mental illness.

Kui Ox!

"It's you!"

The Kui Ox demon god raised his blade to block Fengxi's staff, his gaze condensing, wind, rain, thunder, lightning, sun and moon power coiling around his body, truly extraordinary.

"You've certainly become a force to be reckoned with."

The Kui Ox demon god's pupils contracted slightly, sensing the force on that staff, somewhat moved, and killing intent also arose.

"Damn it, back then the Grand Minister of Destiny ruined my plans!"

The demon god sighed, "But this time, let's see who can save you!"

Killing intent surged, his divine blade turned, tearing apart a vast expanse of chaos, cleaving the disordered Dao principles, giving rise to a settled order, the vital energy of cosmic creation.

"This time I don't need anyone to save me!" Fengxi bellowed, "On my own I can beat you half to death!"

He struck again with the staff, blasting open the boundless universe that had been split apart, shimmering time shattered, and struck once more at the Kui Ox demon god's skull.

"Bang!"

The two great supernatural beings' blade and staff clashed, unleashing world-shaking power.

"Tsk… that little brat back then has grown up quite fast, huh?"

The distant onlooker Emperor Donghua chuckled to his attendants, "He used to not be a great power."

"Now he actually crossed that hurdle and made a name for himself."

"If we follow the Dao Ancestor's evaluation system, wanting to elevate the Saint's dignity… his cultivation could be called a Quasi-Saint."

"Yes."

The Dragon Ancestor echoed in agreement, his eyes somewhat strange, paying close attention to Fengxi's situation.

After all, this person will likely become the leader of the Feng clan.

Wind Empress candidate!

For him, who represents the Dragon clan, paying attention is never too much.

The Dragon Master Official is an agreement between Fuxi and the Dragon clan.

Will the future Wind Empress abide by it or not?

If not, should we find a way to remove her from office?

"He has earned Nüwa's trust; it's hard for his strength not to be great."

Dragon Ancestor laughed, "That empress—even a little leak from her hand would be enough for him to eat until full."

However, if his strength increases, what about his other abilities?

If he's too weak, he'll just be a lackey for life... wanting to rise higher, there's absolutely no hope.

"That's also true." Donghua Emperor laughed in agreement, "But I think Nüwa's judgment shouldn't be too poor... the young man still has potential."

(End of chapter)