Chapter 340: Xiang Xuanqing: The Dao of Heaven Emerges? Pay the Copyright Fee

Above the River of Time and Space, the light of the Opening Axe gradually faded.

Xiang Xuanqing stood in the void, his eyes brilliant as stars, a graceful smile always on his face.

He sensed the changes in Hong Huang’s heavens and earth, the entire battlefield under his watch.

Of course, there was the appearance of Hong Jun Daoren.

And the interaction between Hong Jun and the Order Demon God.

Xiang Xuanqing was in no hurry at all, even having the mood to converse with the Destruction Demon God.

“Your Dao is quite impressive.”

He turned to his opponent, who was on the verge of death, and said seriously: “Use your Great Dao to fill the Four Returnless Abysses—I believe many Demon Gods won’t be able to escape.”

“You are a good Demon God, coming across two eras to support the construction of Hong Huang Zhen Jie.”

“I will remember your character, and heaven and earth will honor your achievements.”

“My character and achievements?”

The Destruction Demon God sneered, “Is killing gods and shattering their hearts a required skill for Hong Huang’s divine beings?”

“What kind of Demon God am I?”

“My joy lies in the destruction of worlds; my delight is in the death of all sentient beings.”

“I want this heaven and earth to reach its final calamity; I wish for no living soul to remain in this world!”

“You actually say I have character and achievements? Ridiculous!”

The Destruction Demon God’s face twisted with malice: “I only regret that in this great calamity, I failed to obliterate Hong Huang!”

“Oh?”

Xiang Xuanqing asked, “If you truly wish to follow your path to the bitter end, why did you awaken to rebirth from destruction?”

“Hypocrisy isn’t the way of a good Demon God.”

“What do you know?”

The Destruction Demon God said, “The pleasure of destruction isn’t in annihilating everything at once, but in sustainable development.”

“After destroying heaven and earth, if you leave behind a single seed of hope, watching sentient beings struggle desperately, then stepping forward again to destroy the world once life reemerges—how magnificent that would be!”

The Destruction Demon God described his “grand vision,” his expression excited, his body trembling with exhilaration, his eyes brimming with longing:

“How did Pan Gu succeed? Didn’t he destroy the Chaos Era to forge the current Hong Huang Era?”

“He stood at the crossroads of two eras, ending the past and creating the future—repeated cycles of destruction and rebirth sparked the most beautiful Great Dao flame in the universe!”

“You could never understand this feeling!”

Tears gleamed in the Destruction Demon God’s eyes as he stared at Xiang Xuanqing in fervor: “You won’t understand—only I understand. Only I understand Pan Gu!”

“The only difference between me and Pan Gu is that he destroyed Chaos, while I wish to destroy Hong Huang.”

“Hong Huang is Pan Gu’s life’s work—destroy it, and you destroy Pan Gu himself!”

“Destroying Pan Gu again and again will bring me joy again and again.”

The Destruction Demon God spread his arms and shouted loudly:

“In the endless cycles of world destruction, in the repeated agony of sentient beings, in the endless restarts of all things, in the repeated trampling of Pan Gu—I—the Destruction Demon God—shall ascend to the pinnacle of the Great Dao!”

“Hahaha!!!”

The Destruction Demon God let out a deafening roar to the heavens.

Xiang Xuanqing shook his head: “That’s insane enough.”

He had originally considered sending this fellow to the Returnless Abyss as a warden, using his Great Dao power to suppress other Demon Gods.

Now it was clear there was no need.

As long as this Demon God lived, Hong Huang could never know peace.

Killing him was the greatest respect he could receive.

After uttering his final, most brilliant fantasy, Xiang Xuanqing stepped forward.

He raised his hand.

The axe fell!

The Destruction Demon God’s laughter cut off instantly.

A storm raged above the River of Time and Space—Xiang Xuanqing completed his final axe correction upon the Destruction Demon God.

“To die amidst boundless fantasies, leaving behind your most extravagant last words—that’s a peaceful death.”

Xiang Xuanqing gazed at the dissipating phantom of the Demon God and reproached himself: “I’m still too kind.”

“Mercy toward enemies is cruelty toward oneself—forgiveness must be timed properly.”

The Creation Blue Lotus swayed, as if agreeing with Xiang Xuanqing’s words.

“A Demon God is coming.” The Creation Blue Lotus warned.

In Hong Huang, the Death Demon God surged upward, coming straight at him.

“Sigh, why be so stubborn?”

Xiang Xuanqing casually delivered another axe correction.

This time, he completed his self-reflection.

He gave the Death Demon God no chance to speak his last words.

“Puh~~”

The Death Demon God died with a smile.

Having resolved two Demon Gods, Xiang Xuanqing gathered their Dao fruits and Dao artifacts.

The World-Ending Mill tried to flee.

It transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the River of Time and Space.

Then, Xiang Xuanqing fished it back.

“What were you thinking? Do you think my title as a Divine Artisan is just for show? I let you escape once—do you really think I’ll let you escape twice?” Xiang Xuanqing shrank the World-Ending Mill to the size of a brick.

The spirit of this supreme treasure trembled in fear.

“Don’t worry—Spirit Treasure, Spirit Treasure, only a treasure with spirit is called a Spirit Treasure. I won’t erase you.”

Xiang Xuanqing smiled warmly: “Come, let me find you a new place to stay.”

In a flash, Xiang Xuanqing sent the World-Ending Mill into the [Great Dao Zhen Jing].

Boom—

At the highest level of Tai Shi Qing Tian, billions of calamity energies boiled.

The [Ling Bao Tian Zun], one of the Three Heavenly Venerables, suddenly opened his eyes, shifting his body as if awakening.

“Calm down—it’s not yet time.”

Xiang Xuanqing whispered softly.

The [Ling Bao Tian Zun], holding the World-Ending Mill, slowly closed his eyes again.

Afterwards, Xiang Xuanqing returned to Hong Huang.

Xiang Xuanqing arrived at the boundary of East and West, near Mount Kunlun.

The newly appointed Reality Demon God, [Kong Ming Daoren], had been held back by the Azure Dragon and Yao Chi, unable to escape.

“Reality Demon God?”

“I’m not!”

At Xiang Xuanqing’s casual glance, Kong Ming Daoren’s hair stood on end.

“Whether you are or not, you are.” Xiang Xuanqing raised his hand—Yuxu Kai Tian Fu appeared and sent him on his way.

“My lord…” The Azure Dragon and Yao Chi hesitated, words unspoken.

“Don’t worry—I won’t take your spoils for free.” Xiang Xuanqing reached out, grasping the void.

The Disease Demon God, who had been fleeing, was dragged back.

“Woof woof!!”

The moment the Disease Demon God saw Xiang Xuanqing, his madness vanished instantly.

He turned to flee.

Xiang Xuanqing seized him, immobilizing him.

“My lord isn’t studying immortal herbs, is he?” Xiang Xuanqing looked at Yao Chi.

“This is the Disease Demon God—he’ll give you plenty to research.”

The Disease Demon God struggled still.

The next instant, darkness fell—he passed away peacefully.

Leaving the bewildered Azure Dragon and the ecstatic Yao Chi, Xiang Xuanqing stepped forward and arrived beneath Mount Sumeru.

Boom!!

A thunderous crash echoed from the southern lands.

Xiang Xuanqing looked over.

The massive body of the Warlord collapsed.

Around him, corpses of the Three Tribes’ great ones piled like mountains.

“The gods of Hong Huang are nothing but this, hahaha!!”

The Warlord’s voice echoed through the void.

It lingered, unceasing.

“Don’t speak so confidently.” From his sleeve, Xiang Xuanqing sent forth a Spirit Banner of the Netherworld, which he waved in the air to retrieve the Warlord’s final lingering soul.

"???"

The remnants of the Warlord’s soul were dim and fading at the edge of dissolution, yet forcibly held together.

"Dying so easily? Too kind to you."

Xiang Xuanqing flicked his wrist and cast it into the Southern Gui Xu.

"You too, go make a contribution."

"Your Majesty, this is the Holy Sword of Slaughter!"

Above the Nine Heavens, Ming He laughed heartily and hurled down a crimson longsword.

Xiang Xuanqing nodded: "A fine instrument of punishment."

He pointed a finger, and the Holy Sword of Slaughter flew into the Western Gui Xu, becoming one of the instruments for eradicating the Chaotic Demon Gods.

The Dao fruits and corpses of demonic gods such as Evil, Wickedness, Sin, and Plague were divided among the Immortal and Demon paths and the Ten Thousand Clans. Driven by the principle of eradicating evil completely, all fleeing monstrous beast kings were hunted down.

Especially the Phoenix Clan—they pursued most fiercely.

"The flames of the Great Calamity have not yet been fully extinguished; the sentient beings still need us!" Feng Huang, accompanied by the last surviving elders, stormed into the Zhu Tian Wan Jie.

Seeing this, the Dragon Clan and the Qilin Clan gritted their teeth and chased after them.

They were all the Three Primordial Clans—how could they let the Phoenix Clan outdo them in zeal?

The Immortal and Demon paths, along with the Ten Thousand Clans’ allied army, surged forward in overwhelming force, chasing down the fleeing and pursuing the defeated, determined to end this Great Calamity.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~

The void opened, and chaotic winds arose.

Yang Mei, the Ancient Ancestor, stepped out of the Boundless Void, carrying a spear of destruction to the foot of Mount Sumeru.

"Friend, are you here to bring gifts?" Xiang Xuanqing asked with a smile.

Yang Mei glared: "You’d even try to rob me?"

"Why not?"

The Zhuxian Sword Array dispersed. Luo Hou, having completed the Thirteen Killings, stretched his neck and flashed Yang Mei a brilliant smile.

"Friend, where is Hong Jun?"

"He’s right—" Yang Mei pointed to the side, then his finger froze.

After the collapse of the Order World, both Hong Jun and the Order Demon God had vanished.

The space was utterly empty.

"That old Taoist!" Yang Mei’s spine turned cold—he turned to flee.

Xiang Xuanqing and Luo Hou seized him from left and right.

"Don’t go, friend."

Xiang Xuanqing chuckled: "Stay and watch with us."

"Watch what?" Yang Mei feigned ignorance, already plotting his escape.

"Watch the weather," Xiang Xuanqing pointed to the sky.

"Watch the weather? Hah! What’s so interesting about the sky?" Yang Mei forced a laugh—he already sensed something wrong.

"The heavens are changing," Luo Hou said bluntly.

Yang Mei’s heart sank.

BOOM BOOM BOOM!!

Thunder roared; celestial phenomena shifted violently.

"I am Hong Jun, the Ancestor of the Immortal Path. I perceive the chaos of Heaven and Earth, the absence of order, and the terror of all beings. Thus, I have organized the Three Thousand Great Dao, established the heart of Heaven and Earth, and forged the Tian Dao!"

Hong Jun’s words stunned all.

Every deity felt it—some looked upward, others gazed back at Hong Huang.

"Hong Jun? Tian Dao?"

"This is truly the Tian Dao! Hong Huang really has a Tian Dao!"

"After the Great Calamity, the Tian Dao emerges?"

"My goodness, what’s going on? Wasn’t the Tian Dao already here?"

The Great Calamity had just ended; Heaven and Earth were clear and pure.

All beings sensed the shifts in Dao with extreme sensitivity.

The Tian Dao—formless, incorporeal, without top or bottom—is the collective of Dao, the embodiment of order.

No one could see or touch it.

Yet it was there.

Undeniably present.

All deities felt it was utterly surreal.

Then, simultaneously, a question arose in every heart.

"Isn’t the Tian Dao controlled by the Tai Wei Yuan?"

"Right! Isn’t the Tian Dao’s proxy the Tai Wei Yuan? When did it become Hong Jun?"

Yang Mei stared blankly at the two beside him.

Just now, Xiang Xuanqing and Luo Hou had voiced exactly what all deities were thinking.

Xiang Xuanqing altered his voice and shouted to the sky: "Tai Wei Yuan is the true choice of all! Hong Jun dares pretend to be the Tian Dao’s proxy? Shameless!"

Luo Hou changed his voice again and roared: "Exactly! Tai Wei Yuan led us against the monstrous beasts and won the Great War outright! The Ancestor of the Immortal Path wants to steal the fruits of victory? Utterly shameless!"

Xiang Xuanqing: "Tian Dao, recognize Tai Wei Yuan."

Luo Hou: "Victory belongs to Tai Wei Yuan."

"Don’t let him deceive you!"

The two Supreme Ones mimicked the deities’ thoughts, leaving Yang Mei stunned.

Crucially, many deities truly thought so.

After the Starry Calamity, Tai Wei’s rewards and punishments had sunk deep into the hearts of the gods.

"Is Hong Jun’s Tian Dao fake?"

"The Tian Dao isn’t fake—he is!"

"What right does he have to be the Tian Dao’s proxy? That’s the question."

"Tai Wei has virtue—what does the Immortal Path have?"

"Is this Tian Dao genuine? Could it be a fake created by the Immortal Path? I heard Xian immortals are experts at fabricating Tian Dao—so it’s normal for the Ancestor of the Immortal Path to forge one."

One by one, doubts surfaced in the deities’ minds.

And the deities of Tai Wei Yuan, as if responding, immediately unveiled their Merit Dao Fruits.

Xiang Xuanqing’s Merit, Luo Hou’s Sacred Virtue, Tai Yi’s Yang Virtue, Wang Shu’s Yin Virtue, Tai Shang’s Moral Virtue, Ming He’s Deficient Virtue.

The appearance of these numerous Merit Dao Fruits illuminated Hong Huang inside and out.

"Now this is Tian Dao!" The deities and all beings saw this—and instantly felt relieved.

That’s right. This is how Tian Dao should be.

In the Wuji Realm, Hong Jun’s face turned dark.

He felt the Heavenly Will tilting.

Not toward him—but toward Tai Wei Yuan.

No—more accurately, sprinting toward it!

Like a lost child suddenly finding his real parents.

"Disgusting!" Hong Jun could no longer sit still.

He pressed his trembling Zao Hua Jade Disc; his Auspicious Clouds unfolded, and three thousand great rivers surged forth, revealing three thousand divine figures.

"Congratulations, Dao Ancestor Hong Jun, on becoming the Master of Tian Dao!"

"Congratulations, Dao Ancestor Hong Jun, on becoming the Master of Tian Dao!"

"Congratulations, Dao Ancestor Hong Jun, on becoming the Master of Tian Dao!"

The deities bowed to Hong Jun, their voices rising in waves.

The Immortals of the Immortal Path also realized it and bowed to the heavens in congratulation.

"Congratulations, Dao Ancestor Hong Jun, on becoming the Master of Tian Dao!"

Yang Mei raised his hands to bow—but Xiang Xuanqing and Luo Hou held him down.

Yang Mei shouted: "Congratulations, Dao Ancestor... ying ying ying!!!"

Xiang Xuanqing pulled out the "Silencing Artifact"—the Falling Cherry Axe.

One axe, one ying ying monster.

Yang Mei, the Ancient Ancestor, was no exception.

"The Tian Dao is good."

Xiang Xuanqing remarked: "Now it belongs to us."

He shouted to the heavens: "Tian Dao, return!"

The deities of Tai Wei Yuan all shouted together: "Tian Dao, return!"

Hummm—

The celestial dome trembled.

"Tian Dao, return!"

Crack~~

Lightning flashed and thunder roared.

“Heavenly Dao, return to me!”

Whoosh!!

A streak of light descended from the heavens and landed in Xiang Xuanqing’s arms.

Xiang Xuanqing looked down and smiled brilliantly.

“The Creation Jade Disc?” Yang Mei widened his eyes in utter disbelief.

Luo Hou shook his head and sighed.

“Too bad, only half remains.”

“Half is enough.” Xiang Xuanqing toyed with the half-disc in his hand, utterly delighted.

Boom boom boom!!!

Thunder rumbled from the Nine Heavens.

Hong Jun reappeared in the sky.

He looked down from above, his robes billowing, and regarded Xiang Xuanqing with indifference, extending his palm: “Give it back!”

Clang!!

The God-Slaying Spear pressed against Yang Mei’s chin; the Opening Heaven Axe hovered above his head.

Xiang Xuanqing asked: “Do you want the Jade Disc—or your brother?”

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