Chapter 885: The Saints Cease Fighting

Jiepai Pass.

Above the firmament.

The four Immortal Execution Swords vibrated even more violently.

Countless terrifying sword auras erupted, permeating the entire high heavens, shredding space into pieces and decomposing the rolling Chaos sea entirely.

Suddenly, a loud noise came from within the Immortal Execution Sword Formation, like the sound of a divine sword snapping.

Clang!

The sharp sound rang through Honghuang, making one's Primordial Spirit feel a stinging pain.

The void around the Immortal Execution Sword was torn apart, and Laozi, with the Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda atop his head, burst out from within.

Following closely behind Laozi, Yuanshi Tianzun, Jieyin, and Zhunti also broke out of the formation one after another.

Yuanshi Tianzun, Laozi, and Jieyin were still doing alright, but Zhunti Daoren was in a sorry state; his hair was disheveled, his face was pale, and there was even blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, clearly having suffered a significant loss.

Subsequently, Tongtian Jiaozhu and Nuwa also walked out from the Immortal Execution Sword Formation.

Such a scene left everyone somewhat bewildered.

Which side had actually won?

"Nuwa!"

Zhunti Daoren shouted sternly, his eyes wide with rage, filled with baleful energy.

Nuwa said indifferently: "Zhunti, do not put on such a display; do not think I do not know that it was you who bewitched Di Qi, causing him to inscribe that lewd poem at Nuwa Palace."

Zhunti Daoren's angry expression stalled; he snorted heavily and did not refute.

"It is actually the Saint Zhunti!"

"Saint my foot, that is just a bald donkey who actually bewitched the Great King. I was originally prepared to sponsor the monks to build temples, but now that is gone, and from now on, I will beat up a monk every time I see one."

"Buddhism get out of Yin Shang."

"Tsk tsk, I really did not expect that a dignified Saint would actually do such low-class things."

Countless people in Honghuang were in an uproar.

The Human Race, especially within the territory of Yin Shang, felt psychologically repulsed by Buddhism, even hateful.

Scheming against the Human Emperor, they naturally shared a common hatred for the enemy.

Jieyin Daoren secretly thought it was bad and hurriedly changed the subject: "Third Senior Brother, we have already fought our way out of the Immortal Execution Sword Formation, which is equivalent to breaking the formation; we have won, so please withdraw."

Tongtian Jiaozhu sneered: "Do not try to gild your own lily; you only broke through the Immortal Execution Sword Formation, how can you call that breaking the formation."

Yuanshi Tianzun scolded: "Tongtian, do not be unreasonable. That we are willing to break the formation is already giving you a huge advantage. If we were to truly fight on, how could you be our match? Do not refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit."

"A toast?"

Tongtian Jiaozhu's eyes turned cold, his aura surged violently, and he shouted: "Fine, let us fight then. At worst, we shatter Honghuang and reopen the earth, water, wind, and fire!"

Once these words were spoken, all living beings in Honghuang turned pale with fright.

If Honghuang were truly shattered, then everyone below the Great Luo Golden Immortal would be reduced to Chaos.

Yuanshi Tianzun was just about to speak when he suddenly looked up abruptly.

He saw the originally rolling Chaos sea decompose into clear and turbid Qi in an instant, the space above the firmament that had been shredded into pieces rapidly restored, and then Hongjun Daozu walked out from the void.

"Greetings, Master."

Yuanshi Tianzun's pupils constricted, and he hurriedly stepped forward to bow.

Laozi, Tongtian, Nuwa, and the others also hurriedly stepped forward one after another, bowing and saying: "Greetings, Master."

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

A moment later, Honghuang was boiling:

"Heavens, Dao Ancestor, that is the Dao Ancestor!"

"That is great, the Dao Ancestor has appeared, surely to stop the Saints from fighting and prevent the destruction of Honghuang."

"I have already taken a screenshot; from now on, I will worship the statue of the Dao Ancestor day and night."

Hongjun Daozu only nodded indifferently; he looked down at the vast earth and sighed: "The power of the Saints is too strong and has already threatened the survival of Honghuang.

From this day forth, all of your Dao sites shall be moved to Chaos.

Without my permission, none of you shall set foot in Honghuang with your true bodies."

"What!"

The Saints were astonished, their eyes wide open.

Compared to the shock of the Saints, the living beings of Honghuang were both surprised and delighted.

Especially the major factions.

If the Saints' true bodies could not personally come to Honghuang, then their opportunities for development would arrive.

For example, Zhenyuanzi, Minghe Laozu, and others. They were all Peak Quasi-Saints; as long as they were not facing the true bodies of the Saints, the Saints' Three Corpses could do nothing to them.

Of course, the happiest were the Witch and Demon races.

With the Saints driven out of Honghuang, would their opportunities not be here?

"Master..."

Yuanshi Tianzun instinctively wanted to refuse.

But he was only given a faint glance by Hongjun Daozu, and he immediately shut his mouth obediently, because he suddenly felt a great terror, a great terror like never before.

Just like when he first arrived at Zixiao Palace and first saw Hongjun Daozu.

He suddenly realized.

Although he had already become a Saint, in front of the Hongjun Daozu who was Joining the Dao, he was actually no different from an ant.

"Disciple obeys the decree!"

Please... you... add... to... your... bookshelf...!

Yuanshi Tianzun's body tensed up, and he hurriedly changed his words.

"Disciple accepts the decree!"

Laozi, Tongtian Jiaozhu, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti, the five of them, saw this and also hurriedly agreed.

Hongjun Daozu nodded indifferently and turned to leave.

Laozi hurriedly said, "Teacher, what about the Investiture of the Gods hereafter? Can we leave our Three Corpses in Honghuang? And what about Houtu?"

They were all Saints; it made no sense for Houtu to still be able to remain in the Underworld.

"You may each leave one of your Three Corpses to suppress Honghuang. As for the Investiture of the Gods, proceed as originally discussed, completing it through the rise and fall of the Imperial Dynasty in the Human Ancestral Land. Either the Yin Shang falls, or Xiqi falls. Houtu is also a Saint, so naturally, she must also head to the Chaos Beyond the Heavens."

Hongjun Daozu spoke indifferently, and his figure subsequently vanished above the firmament.

Houtu of the Underworld had suffered an unprovoked disaster.

When she originally transformed her body into the cycle of reincarnation, she condensed her Primordial Spirit and became a Saint directly under the Heavenly Dao Merit; she could not have Beheaded Three Corpses.

Consequently, the only thing she could leave behind was a Clone.

But a Clone, in every respect, was inferior to the Three Corpses.

Hongjun Daozu had left.

The six Saints were silent.

The previously sharp contradictions seemed to have faded significantly all at once.

In the past, with them present, the Four Teachings called the shots in Honghuang.

But in the future, they could only leave one of their Three Corpses to suppress Honghuang; would they still be able to intimidate the various heroes?

The Demon Race, the Wu Clan, Haotian, Zhenyuanzi, Minghe Laozu, Kunpeng, and even the Underworld, the Dragon Clan, the Qilin Clan, the Phoenix Clan, and the Demon clans of the various Middle Thousand Worlds.

It was foreseeable that the Honghuang to come would be a place where dragons and snakes rise from the land.

Their Four Teachings would all face unprecedented challenges, or even be besieged.

Since that was the case, did they still need to keep fighting?

After a long while, Laozi looked at the passage: "Third Junior Brother, the Investiture of the Gods must continue, but there is no need for our Four Teachings to keep fighting; in the end, it will only benefit Haotian."

If their true bodies were still in Honghuang, even if their disciples were on the Investiture of the Gods and subject to Haotian's control in the future, he imagined Haotian would not dare to make things difficult for their disciples.

They could even hollow out Haotian's power.

But if their true bodies could not step into Honghuang, would Haotian still have any misgivings about them?

Yes.

They could join forces.

But Haotian could likewise join forces.

The world had long suffered under the Saints.

Whether it was Minghe Laozu, Kunpeng Laozu, or Zhenyuanzi, they would likely be happy to form an alliance with Haotian.

Although Tongtian Jiaozhu had a straightforward personality, he was not a brainless person.

He also saw the future situation clearly, so he nodded and said, "Fine. Then what about the disciples in the Yin Shang and Xiqi armies?"

Laozi said, "Withdraw them all. We will no longer participate in the war between Yin Shang and Jizhou."

Yuanshi Tianzun nodded first: "That is acceptable."

With Tongtian's secret support, although Yin Shang had developed rapidly, in terms of Immortal Dao cultivators, whether in numbers or top-tier experts, they were certainly inferior to Xiqi.

If the disciples of all the teachings were withdrawn, Yin Shang would certainly be defeated and perish in the end.

Jieyin and Zhunti naturally supported Yuanshi Tianzun and also nodded one after another: "This is the fairest way."

Nuwa objected, "This poor Daoist does not agree. You, Yuanshi, have cultivated two or three hundred thousand Immortal Dao cultivators for Xiqi; how could Yin Shang possibly be a match for Xiqi? This poor Daoist believes we need not change anything."

Laozi said indifferently, "Yin Shang is the Human Race, is Jizhou not? Why must Junior Sister be partial? This is, after all, an internal dynastic change of the Human Race; this poor Daoist believes it is better to let it take its natural course." (End of chapter)