Chapter 89: Storms Rise, the Heavenly Dao Appears

"Fool, if you withdraw from the Purple Palace, then withdraw from the Purple Palace. Now, in this great era of contention where all sides rise, the tribulation is also approaching, and vast opportunities are emerging for every faction."

"I am Dong Wanggong, holding the highest rank among male immortals, bestowed with the fortune of the Heavenly Dao. If I cannot become the strongest in this great era, then what use is this rank of mine?"

"Heaven and Earth are not yet settled; I am the greatest dark horse of the Primordial World. Withdrawing from the Purple Palace now would be a massive loss. Everyone, follow me to propose marriage to the Queen Mother of the West. When male and female immortals unite, that will be my opportunity to attain Immortal Hunyuan."

Dong Wanggong watched the direction where Seeing Hongyun departed, a cold sneer appearing on his lips as he spoke indifferently.

You possess the Primordial Purple Qi and are destined to prove the Dao; how could you know the pain of us who seek the Dao with bitter struggle? Now that opportunity stands before us, how could Dong Wanggong possibly refuse it?

The Queen Mother of the West, he is determined to obtain her!

"We obey the Purple Palace decree!"

"We obey the Purple Palace decree!"

"We obey the Purple Palace decree!"

The mighty ones shouted in unison.

Undercurrents surge!

The wind rises and clouds gather!

The atmosphere of the Primordial World has become increasingly subtle. With the Witch and Demon clans feigning battle while performing for show, this has only made the calamity qi of the Primordial World grow even more dense.

And the appearance of one Immortal Hunyuan after another undoubtedly makes the Primordial World boil even more. Looking out over the vast, desolate earth, one can see everywhere those Primordial mighty ones searching for opportunities.

And the most numerous, without a doubt, are those heading to Mount Buzhou!

Just as the wind rises and clouds gather, a patch of purple qi spreads, drums and gongs beat in succession, Long Fengchengxiang appears while Mo Qilin clears the path, and a joyful, festive mist gathers above the void.

"This is..."

"Dong Wanggong?"