Chapter 200: Zhunti Like a Frightened Bird

In the Nether Blood Sea, a black figure trembled all over, his eyes filled with terror.

"Minghe, why hasn't that fellow Minghe appeared?" the Mosquito Daoist thought to himself, restraining his aura to the absolute limit.

Yet he dared not move at all, remaining quietly dormant in the deepest part of the Blood Sea.

After Minghe became a Saint, he had been heavily relied upon, given full authority over the creation of the Asura Clan.

At first, he had put his heart and soul into it, but later he simply left it to the Asuras below while he hid in the depths of the Blood Sea to cultivate bitterly.

Ever since he took form, he had been at odds with Minghe. With Minghe's sudden attainment of sainthood, the Mosquito Daoist still felt some lingering resentment.

He still held some aspirations for the Blood Sea, longing for the day he too could take that step.

Who would have thought that while he was cultivating, a vast Saintly might would suddenly descend upon the Blood Sea.

That aura was very familiar to the Mosquito Daoist; it was precisely Zhunti, one of the Western Two Sages.

Born in the Blood Sea, the Mosquito Daoist knew Zhunti's character well; this fellow had been eyeing him for a long time.

He had originally intended to see who was stronger between Minghe and Zhunti, but he had seen no movement from Minghe for half a day, nor had he sensed any abnormality in the Blood Sea.

As for the battle he had expected, it had not occurred at all.

Greatly alarmed, the Mosquito Daoist dared not hesitate, hurriedly fleeing to the deepest part of the Blood Sea and suppressing his own fluctuations to the utmost.

Zhunti was not Minghe; given the nature of the Blood Sea, as long as the other party was not coming specifically for him, there was a high probability he would not be found.

After crouching in the deepest part of the Blood Sea for a long time, and sensing the Asuras scurrying about above, the Mosquito Daoist cautiously crept upward toward the surface of the Blood Sea.

The Blood Sea was his greatest reliance; the Mosquito Daoist dared not rush out blindly, so he casually captured an Asura and learned of the situation in the Blood Sea.

"Minghe is really gone?" The Mosquito Daoist was stunned, his eyes filled with suspicion.

He had been skeptical just a moment ago, but he had not expected it to be true.

Yet this situation left the Mosquito Daoist very puzzled.

There was no need to mention how much Minghe valued the Blood Sea; otherwise, he would not have spent so many years trying to drive him out of the Blood Sea.

Now that Zhunti had descended upon the Netherworld with such fury and had even captured many of the Asura Clan, it was truly bizarre that Minghe, as the Sect Leader, had not appeared.

Waving away the group of Asuras before him, the Mosquito Daoist dismissed the idea of going out.

When Minghe became a Saint, he had clearly felt the other's power; if even Minghe had gone missing for no reason, this was definitely not something he could handle.

Finding a few powerful Asuras, the Mosquito Daoist gave instructions to continue the creation of Asuras, then plunged back into the deepest part of the Blood Sea without looking back.

He had already made up his mind to cultivate bitterly in the depths of the Blood Sea from now on.

As for the matter of Minghe, it was not something he could intervene in; it would be best if he returned, but if he could not, it did not matter, for then the Blood Sea would belong to him alone, and he, the Mosquito Daoist, would be the leader of the Asura Sect.

Thinking this way, if Minghe could not return, he would actually be the one to reap a great benefit.

Yet, thinking of the years of chasing and fleeing with Minghe, a strange look flashed in his eyes.

At the summit of Mount Sumeru, the great hall was deathly silent.

After a long while, Jieyin finally spoke: "Tian Yuan is an Outer Realm Heavenly Demon; regarding the affairs of the East, let us wait and see!"

As Heavenly Dao Saints, they were very clear about the methods of a Saint, with their Primordial Spirit entrusted to the Heavenly Dao.

They admitted they were no match for Tian Yuan, but to capture or kill them was simply impossible in the Primordial World.

In places covered by the Heavenly Dao, they could arrive in an instant; as long as the Primordial Dao existed, they could never meet with an accident.

The fact that Minghe had been defeated by Tian Yuan in one move earlier, yet appeared in the Blood Sea full of vigor, was the best proof.

But now, there was no sign of Minghe in the Primordial World.

They knew Minghe's personality very well; he would never leave the Primordial World easily, so he must be at Mount Buzhou.

After all, in the entire Primordial World, there were only a few places that Heavenly Dao Saints could not perceive.

Tian Yuan's strength had once again exceeded the expectations of Jieyin and Zhunti.

"For now, we can only look to the methods of the Three Pure Ones." Zhunti also nodded, his eyes filled with helplessness.

With the Witch-Demon era coming to an end, the world had entered the age of Saints, which was also the beginning of the struggle for Great Teaching Luck.

Unfortunately, the Western World was vast and sparsely populated, with thin spiritual energy, putting it at a natural disadvantage.

As for that stone man at Mount Buzhou, they could only rely on the Three Pure Ones now; at the very least, the two brothers had no solutions themselves.

Seeming to think of something, Zhunti looked up slightly toward the firmament.

"Perhaps we can make a trip to the Demon Court!" The Demon Court was no longer what it used to be; Di Jun and Taiyi had vanished, and more importantly, the gathered Heaven and Earth Luck had dissipated.

Although Tian Yuan had captured many Demon Gods and Demon Saints, there were still many living beings in the Demon Court.

By picking and choosing, perhaps he could find a few fellows with good foundations, and more importantly, Zhunti still coveted the heritage of the Demon Court.

Whether it was the famous Zhou Tian Star Formation, the Hunyuan Heluo Array, or the collections of the Demon Court, all were things the Western Sect craved.

Hearing this, Jieyin's eyes also lit up, and he exclaimed: "Good!"

The Demon Court was once the greatest power between Heaven and Earth; its collection must surely far exceed that of their Western Sect, so there might be a great harvest.

Zhunti did not speak further; he formed a Buddhist Verse with his hands, and his figure vanished from Mount Sumeru.

Some time had already passed since Tian Yuan's trip to the Demon Court, so he had to seize the time.

In the Thirty-Three Heavens, the bustling scenes of the past were long gone, with only a few scattered Demon Race members standing guard.

Looking from afar, figures could be seen passing through the air from time to time, all in a hurried manner.

With the two Demon Emperors missing and Baize and the other Demon Saints taken away by Tian Yuan, the entire Demon Court was now a scattered mess.

Except for the Demon Race born in the Starry Sky earlier, the vast majority of the Demon Race had fled to the Primordial land.

As for those who remained, they were also filled with panic.

If not for the hope placed in the yet-to-appear Di Jun and Taiyi, they would likely have all run away completely.

The current Demon Court existed in name only, but overall, there were still quite a few Demon Race members.

Zhunti, who had arrived, did not make a grand entrance; instead, he restrained his aura and cautiously slipped into the Demon Court.

This was the East, after all; if he were discovered by Tian Yuan, he would not dare to guarantee that he could escape back to the Western Region.

The Western Region is barren; only around Mount Sumeru are there a few Spiritual Veins, so for this trip to forcibly ferry living beings, the priority is naturally their foundation.

The scope of the Thirty-Three Heavens is not small, and Zhunti found a few good seedlings in no time.

With his cultivation as a Heavenly Dao Saint, no one resisted, and no one discovered the details.

"Alas, what a pity, the Demon Court's collection was indeed taken by Tian Yuan." Looking at an empty great hall, Zhunti revealed a look of regret.

The rich spiritual energy remaining in the air, along with the essence occasionally scattered on the ground, meant that many heavenly treasures had once been piled up here.

The best things in the Demon Court might have been carried away by Di Jun and Taiyi, but there were also many spiritual objects supporting the operation of the Demon Court; after all, he had felt the wealth of the Demon Court last time.

Sweeping his eyes around with slight regret, Zhunti swept toward the layer above.

The Thirty-Three Heavens, hopefully there will be an unexpected harvest.

At the location of the Northern Ancestral Vein, above that great marsh, Tian Yuan stepped out, with Yinglong and the Four Seas Dragon Kings following closely behind. Yinglong walked forward and said respectfully, "Master! Let me do it!"

Tian Yuan nodded slightly, his gaze examining the Ancestral Vein below.

It had been a while, and the spring eye of the Ancestral Vein had expanded quite a bit, but the one hundred and eight Branch Veins connected to it were of varying sizes.

Some were as large as rivers, others as petite as streams, and of course, there were many where only shallow water lines were visible, with only faint traces.

The development of Earth Veins is far more difficult than imagined.

This is still because of the Dragon Clan; if it were other living beings, the effect would likely be even worse.

It is precisely because the efficiency is so slow that Tian Yuan intended to have all the Dragon Clan come.

Yinglong, who was standing respectfully by Tian Yuan's side, took out a Dragon Essence with a backhand motion and gently tossed it above the great marsh.

The Four Seas Dragon Kings nearby hurriedly stood in the four directions of east, south, west, and north, then unleashed thick magic power from their palms, pouring it all together into the Dragon Essence in the air.

Immediately, that silver Dragon Essence was seen expanding rapidly, then transforming into several dozen zhang in size.

It floated above the great marsh, flashing with silver light, like a silver moon blooming.

Amidst the dazzling silver light, a loud dragon roar suddenly came.

A dragon head poked out from the Dragon Essence, followed by a huge figure that escaped and dove directly into the great marsh below.

Following closely behind, another huge member of the Dragon Clan escaped.

With the Dragon Essence paired with the power of the Four Seas Dragon Kings, the Dragon Clan of all four sea regions can arrive in an instant.

Dragon roars echoed repeatedly over the entire marsh, as one after another, the Dragon Clan emerged from the Dragon Essence and dove into the water without hesitation.

Under Tian Yuan's gaze, the many members of the Dragon Clan who arrived dispersed and dove into those one hundred and eight Branch Veins.

Seeing the efficiency of the Dragon Clan, Tian Yuan was very satisfied.

The Dragon Clan is worthy of being the former overlords of the Primordial World; although they have long since declined, their foundation is still quite substantial.

Tian Yuan nodded, took a step, and had already arrived at the Northern Ancestral Vein, beside that gushing spring eye.

At this moment, beside the trickling water, a figure sat quietly; it was none other than Zhenyuanzi.

Tian Yuan had long ago told Hongyun, Zhenyuanzi, and others about the Hunyuan Dao; during this ten-thousand-year period of preaching, they did not listen to the Dao and were all in seclusion.

Now, after not seeing him for a while, Zhenyuanzi had actually reached the Peak Primordial Golden Immortal.

At this moment, a will rose from the other party, connecting with the golden spring eye beside him, and there was actually a sense of inexplicable fusion.

Tian Yuan understood in his heart; it was the Earth Book.

After such a long time, the Earth Book had long since merged with the Northern Land, and borrowing the Earth Book, Zhenyuanzi seemed to have touched upon his own Dao.

"Better to come at the right time than to come early; today I will give you a helping hand!" The Northern Earth Veins being able to have such progress is also inseparable from the role of Zhenyuanzi and the Earth Book.

For such a person who has benefited the Primordial Heaven and Earth, Tian Yuan naturally does not mind lending a hand.

As Tian Yuan spoke, a will immediately rose from his body and probed into the golden spring eye before him.

In an instant, the spring eye was seen to tremble slightly, gushing out more golden spring water, and the two wills that were intertwined in the air also merged quite a bit.

Under the will of Mount Buzhou driven by Tian Yuan, Zhenyuanzi's figure slowly submerged into the spring eye until his entire figure disappeared within it.

The void trembled slightly, and an inexplicable Dao Rhyme rippled out from the spring eye, quickly rippling toward the surroundings.

"Eh! The speed of the Dragon Clan's development has actually increased quite a bit!" Tian Yuan felt the changes in the north for the first time, his eyes brightening slightly.

Originally, it was just to give Zhenyuanzi a helping hand, but he did not expect such an unexpected harvest.

"I wonder which of Houtu, Hongyun, or Zhenyuanzi will be the first to take that step." Muttering to himself, Tian Yuan's figure disappeared from the scene.

When he appeared again, Tian Yuan had already arrived at the Thirty-Three Heavens.

He had handed over the affairs of the Four Seas Dragon Clan entirely to Yinglong.

Just now, he felt Zhunti's aura in the Demon Court, and thinking that Di Jun and Taiyi still had no traces, Tian Yuan intended to explore the Demon Court again, and by the way, test the power of a Hunyuan Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Relying on Mount Buzhou, he could easily suppress any Heavenly Dao Saint.

It was just that the further away from Mount Buzhou, the less power he could mobilize, and at that time, Tian Yuan could only rely on his own strength, which is that of a Hunyuan Great Luo Golden Immortal.

"Not bad! Not bad! It was truly not a wasted trip!" Zhunti casually rolled away a few Spiritual Roots, feeling very satisfied in his heart.

Besides looking for some living beings with good foundations, the rest was mainly to find some Innate Spiritual Roots to transplant to Mount Sumeru.

The Northern Earth Veins were completely shattered, and only around Mount Sumeru were there a few Spiritual Veins, but the spiritual energy was limited, requiring more Spiritual Roots to provide spiritual energy.

Innate Spiritual Roots are themselves a kind of living being of heaven and earth; they have no hope of taking human form, but they can swallow and spit out spiritual energy.

As long as there are enough Spiritual Roots on Mount Sumeru, the spiritual energy can also be comparable to the immortal mountains and caves of the East.

Zhunti, who was feeling happy in his heart, suddenly felt a chill in his heart; without the slightest hesitation, he fled toward the Western World.

Sure enough, from the place where he had just stood, a figure walked out with long strides.

"A Heavenly Dao Saint, truly sensitive enough!" Tian Yuan saw Zhunti fleeing in a panic, his expression slightly surprised.

But just as he finished speaking, his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes carried a strange look.

A silver light pierced through, and the other party crossed the void directly and fled to the West.

A dignified Heavenly Dao Saint, Zhunti, one of the Western Two Sages, fled in a panic at the very first encounter.

"Is this courage a bit too small?" Seeing Zhunti disappear in an instant, Tian Yuan was stunned on the spot.

Although he shattered Minghe's physical body with a single palm strike beneath Mount Buzhou, Zhunti was a Heavenly Dao Saint after all, so it made no sense not to test him a little.

In the Primordial World, although Jieyin and Zhunti were shameless, they were definitely not cowardly people.

Not to mention becoming a Saint, even achieving the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm required one to be arrogant and extremely confident in oneself; how could they be so timid? Seeing that Zhunti had already vanished without a trace, Tian Yuan muttered a few words, though he couldn't be bothered to pay him any more mind.

The monk may run, but the temple cannot; when the time comes, he would make a trip to Mount Sumeru and see where else those two could possibly flee.

Withdrawing his gaze, Tian Yuan leaped and fled in the direction of the Sun Star.

The Sun Star manifested in his Consciousness Space was somewhat strange, and he had to figure it out.

Furthermore, regarding the situation in the Southern Land, Tian Yuan was still somewhat concerned about the two Demon Emperors, Di Jun and Taiyi.

Such a major incident had occurred at the Demon Court, yet those two fellows had still not appeared, which made Tian Yuan somewhat curious.

Tian Yuan speculated in his heart that there must be great secrets hidden within the Primordial Starry Sky.

"Phew! Good thing I ran fast! This detestable guy really is keeping an eye on the Demon Court." Seeing that Tian Yuan had not pursued him, Zhunti breathed a slight sigh of relief in his heart.

He was not a cowardly person, but without clarifying the matter of Minghe, he absolutely dared not cross hands with Tian Yuan.

This was not fear, but the way of survival! The Primordial World was so vast and the living beings so numerous; he had been able to live until today precisely because of this caution.

Casting a regretful glance behind him, Zhunti fled toward Mount Sumeru without looking back.

Although he had not finished investigating the Thirty-Three Heavens, fortunately, he still had some small gains.

(End of this chapter)