Chapter 833

I, old man, was wrong…… but…… I cannot stay here.

Bai Su Xin exhaled, flipped her right palm, her bones shattered throughout her body, and Feng Rong, lying at the bottom of the deep pit, was swept up by a gust of wind.

"Preserve a useful body, seek welfare for all under heaven…… old man, yet I cannot die here." Bai Su Xin grabbed Feng Rong's shoulder and murmured: "Especially…… these barbarian fellows, what do they understand?"

"Old man, I shall revive the White Lotus Palace, restore the White Lotus Palace, let the literary way flourish greatly, let the literary way prosper again…… old man, I have found the true path I must uphold…… wonderful, wonderful."

The internal cracking sounds vanished, Bai Su Xin's breath weakened by half. He took out several great qi-replenishing Dao treasure pills, stuffing them respectively into his own and Feng Rong's mouths.

Both regained a bit of strength; Feng Rong gritted his teeth, looked with utter hatred at Wu Tie and the others resisting the seven‑color flood, and murmured: "You all, wait…… I, I…… will not let this go unpunished."

Bai Su Xin shook his head, lightly waved his hand, and pointed to the exquisite ring worn on Feng Rong's hand.

Feng Rong snorted coldly, his fingers lightly rubbing the ring; on the delicate ring, countless extremely fine runes lit up, threads of lively light flowing out like water, falling onto the ground, swiftly wandering across the surface, tracing out a small formation diagram about a zhang in diameter.

"You all, await the revenge of the Sui Dynasty's great army!"

The instant the formation took shape, Feng Rong could no longer suppress his resentment and anger, enduring the intense pain in his bones, he leapt up and pointed at Wu Tie and the others, cursing loudly: "You wait; the day the Sui Dynasty's great army descends will be the time your souls fly and scatter!"

The formation diagram suddenly lit up.

Low, resonant bell tolls echoed through the heavens.

In the extremely distant Sui Dynasty capital Sui Du, the mountain‑piled essence crystals instantly burned to exhaustion, a tremendous force poured into the Sui Dynasty's national treasure, the Qian Yuan Divine Bell. Beside Feng Rong and Bai Su Xin, a faint bell shadow appeared, and their bodies quickly became hazy and indistinct.

Wu Tie lowered his head and looked at Feng Rong and Bai Su Xin.

The seven‑color flood surged wildly; Wu Tie simply could not free a hand to stop them.

With a long whistle, Wu Tie bit his tongue tip, a point of his natal essence blood ignited, quickly turning into a large blood‑colored witch seal, falling like a meteor onto the ground and smashing toward Bai Su Xin.

In a heaven‑shaking, earth‑moving bell toll, Bai Su Xin and Feng Rong were directly guided and shifted by the Qian Yuan Divine Bell.

The blood‑colored witch seal merged into the formation, deeply sinking into Bai Su Xin's body. Bai Su Xin let out a muffled groan; blood spurted from his seven orifices like a fountain, his inner essence blood churned and writhed, and the witch seal Wu Tie forged from his own essence blood had already become one with Bai Su Xin.

This is the witch clan's secret art 'Soul‑Chasing Blood Seal', a secret art the witch clan uses to hunt down enemies.

Unless Wu Tie falls, unless Bai Su Xin completely abandons his body, this blood seal will cling to him like a bone‑eating maggot, incessantly entangling within Bai Su Xin's body.

After a long time, the aura of this blood seal will infect Bai Su Xin's soul; even if he is reborn and reincarnates a hundred times, the seal will taint him, and the witch clan will hunt him.

What's worse, any witch clan member who sees this blood seal knows the bearer is a mortal enemy of the witch clan; the clan will swarm and attack, this is a revenge mark etched into the witch clan's bloodline.

Unless the Sui Dynasty has no witch clan lineage within, …… Wu Tie's blood seal has already provoked a large batch of terrifying enemies for Bai Su Xin.

"You…… cannot escape……" Wu Tie roared hoarsely.

The seven‑color flood violently shook; Wu Tie's entire skeleton emitted loud 'crack' sounds.

The deities of the Celestial Crystal Race, who control crystal stone celestial bodies, are frenziedly driving the celestial bodies, increasing the power of the seven‑color flood.

The pressure on Wu Tie grew ever greater, and cracks gradually appeared on his bones.

Nu Wa's mother lashed her long tail hard, she wandered outward for dozens of li, then coiled her tail into a circular formation, her hands loosely supporting the five‑color divine stone, and she began to chant the Nu Wa clan's secret incantation.

In the ancestral spirit space, several blazing light clusters like the sun's divine soul suddenly surged in brightness several‑fold, wave after wave of majestic power poured into Nu Wa's mother from afar.

On the Three Kingdoms continent, all conscious sentient beings—except for the Sui Dynasty imperial guard under Feng Shang's command, which was madly rushing toward Shenwu City—all conscious sentient beings on the Three Kingdoms continent simultaneously felt a bout of dizziness.

Then, under the guidance of Nu Wa's mother's Nu Wa clan secret art, some sentient beings' minds conjured images of Wu Tie and the witch clan youths battling the seven‑color flood.

These sentient beings quickly understood what havoc the seven‑color flood would wreak on the Three Kingdoms continent if it struck the ground.

Immediately afterward, using those who had received the images as a source, this information rippled outward in waves; in just a few breaths, all sentient beings on the Three Kingdoms continent simultaneously saw Wu Tie resisting the seven‑color flood and grasped its terror.

This is the Nu Wa clan's secret art.

Before the primordial myths, when humanity was still in a barbaric primitive state, the Nu Wa clan's people, as tribal matriarchs, guided humanity to reproduce and thrive, to organize and grow strong.

This secret art is specially used in times of crisis to gather the entire tribe's power to jointly resist heavenly and earthly calamities.

Countless sentient beings knelt on the ground, exhausting all sincerity, praying to heaven and earth.

Countless threads of subtle mental power converged onto the five‑color divine stone; the cultivation civilization level of the Three Kingdoms continent is limited, the Embryo Storage realm already counts as an expert, and relative to the huge population base, the total number of Divine Realm cultivators is exceedingly scarce.

But the total population of the Three Kingdoms continent is enormous.

Even the tiniest rat‑folk and dwarves, each individual's mental power so minuscule, so fine, yet when all of theirs are gathered together, this force becomes like piling sand to form a tower, drops of water forming a sea……

The five‑color divine stone burst forth with light a hundred times brighter than the sun.

The mental power of countless sentient beings, transformed by the five‑color divine stone, became a vibrant force possessing boundless creation and boundless life.

In the primordial myths, Nu Wa herself personally forged the five‑color divine stone to mend the heavens' fissure.

Since even the heavens can be mended, one can imagine how miraculous the power of this five‑color divine stone is.

Nu Wa's mother chanted the Nu Wa clan's generation‑after‑generation hymn to heaven; the five‑color divine stone slowly rotated, emitting boundless light, flying to Wu Tie's head. Then a five‑color rosy glow accompanied by heavenly beautiful sounds poured down, infusing Wu Tie's body.

The terrifying radiation energy within the seven‑color flood was rapidly melted and dispersed; Wu Tie's severely injured body swiftly recovered, his divine form shattered by the flood quickly reborn, and the fractured, torn Dao patterns also rapidly returned to their original state.

Creation, an inconceivable creative power.

Wu Tie's whole body exhaled hot air; he let out a low roar, stubbornly bearing the seven‑color flood above his head, and actually rose against it, ascending dozens of li into the sky.

Under an even greater suppressive force, the 120,003 witch clan youths behind Wu Tie all groaned in unison; countless bodies were torn apart, bones broken, yet this time not a single body exploded into a blood mist.

After resisting for so long, the witch clan youths' cultivation on average rose by two heavenly levels.

The power they have gathered together is already immensely vast and terrifying.

The 120,003, averaging around the fourth level of the Divine Realm as 'King Gods', this force is such that even the Sui Dynasty could scarcely muster it.

Below, in the pit Feng Rong had just blasted out, a thumb‑sized firestone slowly floated up. On the firestone, a bean‑sized spark of fire gently swayed.

Feng Rong was beaten and suppressed by Xi Rang; although he and Bai Su Xin escaped in time, the fireseed he brought was inadvertently lost by him.

This spark of firestone is the human‑dao holy fire.

And at this moment, Wu Tie receives the mental power support of countless billions of the Pangu remnant clan.

This fireseed suddenly shot up, turning into a thin ray of light that streamed directly toward Wu Tie. Wu Tie's blood and qi surged, five‑color divine light flowed, the fireseed entered from his brow, nourished by Wu Tie's blood and qi and the power of creation, and the bean‑sized fire suddenly expanded.

Behind Wu Tie's divine fetus, on the lotus root, after the three lotus buds had given birth to the black sword, a thousand‑petaled lotus blossomed in full bloom, and in the other two lotus buds, the lotus bud where the jade disc projection lay violently shook.

Wu Tie inexplicably gained a hint of insight.

Thus, he lifted his head and glanced at the eight‑sided inkstone, glanced at the mind‑monk paperweight, and glanced at the three‑talents ruler.

"Go!" Wu Tie barked in a low voice.

The eight‑cornered inkstone, mind‑ape paperweight, and three‑talents ruler quivered together and flew straight into Wu Tie's body; a brave, self‑sacrificing aura emanated from the three cultural treasures, the lotus‑bud holding the jade‑disk projection cracked slightly, and a filament of spiritual light shot out and sucked the three treasures inside.

Afterwards, Wu Tie hurled the three supreme divine artifacts he had seized from Xu Po's hand toward the lotus‑bud.

The three supreme divine artifacts of the Dark Soul God Clan let out hysterical shrieks; heedless of having already been ensnared by Wu Tie's lotus, torrents of black qi surged forth, towering evil qi accompanied by bone‑piercing cold spewed out, and they frenziedly backlashed Wu Tie in an attempt to flee.

Towering spark‑fire surged forward, enveloping the three supreme divine artifacts.

The will of countless billions of wise beings empowered it, making this spark‑fire seed immeasurably huge and its power endless.

Moreover, the five‑colored divine light emitted from the five‑colored godstone turned into ribbons of rosy clouds that showered down, repeatedly cleansing the three supreme divine artifacts; filaments of spiritual light sprayed from within the lotus‑bud, gradually pulling the three artifacts inside.

The lotus root's own three thousand large leaves and eighty‑four thousand small leaves moved without wind; together with their stems they snapped off at the base, turning into strands of flowing light that flew of their own accord into the bud.

Wu Tie's divine fetus burst apart; ninety‑nine percent of its power became a raging flood that the lotus‑bud swallowed whole.

Within Wu Tie, countless strange helical structures blazed at once—from the basic double helix to the most intricate, formed by myriad tiny streams of light woven into multiple helices; streams of light shot up and were also drawn into the lotus‑bud.

Afterwards, the spark‑fire itself flew into the lotus‑bud.

Within Wu Tie, suffocating heavy pressures slowly spread outward.

This pressure was so oppressive that the void around Wu Tie cracked with countless tiny fissures; the seven‑colored torrent pressing down from above was shattered by it over a stretch of hundreds of li.

The sensation was like a high‑pressure water jet slamming suddenly into an incredibly hard reef.

Vast specks of seven‑colored light burst apart and scattered wildly in all directions.

A thumb‑sized speck of seven‑colored light hit the ground with a tremendous roar, a mushroom cloud rose slowly, and the earth was blown open into a pit several li wide.

Wu Tie lowered his head and roared at the countless underground tribe warriors inside and outside the city: "Find shelter, hide yourselves!"

Amid the booming roar, vast shards of light rained down; the city directly beneath Wu Tie suffered no damage, yet the plains outside were turned to ash and smoke, hundreds of villages and towns struck by the light shards vanished in the thunderous din.

"Give me… reverse!" Wu Tie's eyes bulged as the power of the Primordial Crown exploded.

Layers of time‑reverse became transparent ripples spreading outward; the villages and towns just destroyed reappeared… clumps of ardent belief‑force like fire surged from those ruined settlements, turning into tidal waves that flowed into the five‑colored godstone.

Wu Tie spat out a mouthful of blood.

Forcibly dragging those myriad destroyed villages and towns back upstream in the river of time, despite his cultivation skyrocketing, he felt tremendous pressure, his internal organs nearly crushed.

From within the lotus‑bud came a continual stream of eerie shrieks.

The primal consciousness of the three Dark Soul God Clan's supreme divine artifacts was swiftly obliterated; spark‑fire, five‑colored divine light, the Dao's resonance, and the chaotic torrent amassed from Wu Tie's own Pangu true form joined forces to crush them, and the three artifacts soon fell silent.

A feeling of emptiness arose.

Materials are insufficient… something is still missing.

Wu Tie abruptly lowered his head and gazed into the distance.

When Feng Rong and Xi Yi clashed, his yellow pagoda was blown away by Xi Yi; Feng Rong couldn't retrieve this ancient relic in time and fled together with Bai Su Xin.

"Come!"

Wu Tie beckoned.

Now Wu Tie had the grand formation's blessing; his mana was boundless, his supernatural powers already at the utmost limit… plus the will of countless billions of common people bolstered him, rendering his abilities terrifyingly overwhelming.

The yellow pagoda uttered a mournful cry, seized by Wu Tie with one hand.

Then Wu Tie slapped it toward his own body, forcibly taking it inside; ripples of spiritual light within the lotus‑bud swayed, drawing the yellow pagoda in as well.

"Give me, break!" Wu Tie roared, thrusting both fists forward into the void.

The seven‑colored torrent was again shoved back a hundred li by sheer force.

Wu Tie endured the seven‑colored torrent and surged skyward; his loud shout sparked an explosion, and inside the lotus‑bud the yellow pagoda that had just been drawn in uttered a mournful cry, the first to be churned into a swirling yellow spiritual cloud.

Yet a sense of emptiness still persisted.

The Dao markings on the jade‑disk projection are too powerful; even the supreme divine artifacts Wu Tie has ingested and the three cultural treasures cannot adequately endure whatever the jade‑disk projection is brewing.

Need… more materials.

Crimson spark‑fire blazed all over Wu Tie's body as he resisted the impact of the seven‑colored torrent while scanning his surroundings.

Where, to go find treasures of sufficient grade?

Broken seven‑colored divine light poured out everywhere; within a radius of hundreds of thousands of li, cities fell one after another, yet Wu Tie used the Primordial Crown to forcibly return them to their original condition.

An even vaster tide of sentient beings' will surged in, continually pouring into the five‑colored godstone and then into Wu Tie's body.

At this moment Wu Tie's whole body blazed with light, like a human‑shaped sun.

The gathered will of all beings clung to him, already thick and almost substantive.

Above Mu Dalu, a strange ripple undulated……

Far from Wu Tie, at the core of the vast continent that the Wa tribe calls the 'Person‑Character Jia No. 1 Fate Ground', a mountain tens of thousands of li high exploded.

Several shattered fragments, their surfaces riddled with cracks and breaks, shot up into the air—only a flash, and they vanished mid‑flight.

The next instant, those fragments appeared out of nowhere beside Wu Tie, then exploded into clumps of dense spiritual mist that streamed straight into his body and merged with the violently trembling lotus‑bud.

With a deafening bang, inside the lotus‑bud the three supreme divine artifacts and the three cultural treasures shattered simultaneously.