Chapter 349: The Great Joyful Union of Heaven and Earth, Yin and Yang

"Seeking death!"

A spear slashed across the void, twin blades glinting with icy light.

Ao Shun, the Dragon God of the Northern Sea, stepped forth from the First Divine Palace, drawing his divine weapon—the Shaking Heaven Spear—like a dragon soaring through the nine heavens, bearing ten thousand jun of force to crush the void and strike down the avian clan.

"Boom!"

The Shattering Heaven Spear was mighty and tyrannical, utterly rigid and supreme!

The Great Peng King calmly released a mysterious jade map; its profound radiance enveloped the void, effortlessly withstanding Ao Shun’s furious strike!

"Kee!"

A crisp bird cry echoed through the nine heavens as a vast azure claw descended, tearing open the sky, collapsing space and time layer upon layer—and taking the Sixteenth Main Divine Palace with it into ruin.

"Don’t tell me you don’t know how this artifact was made!" the Great Peng King barked sharply.

Then, a streak of light shot out from the shattered main palace.

A five-colored, variegated feather fan exuded divine aura, its grand energy spreading throughout the Zhou Tian.

"The Five Fires, Seven Birds Fan?"

Upon seeing it, the many Dragon Gods instantly recognized the name of this spiritual treasure.

The Five Fires refer to the combination of sky fire, stone fire, wood fire, samadhi fire, and human fire.

The Seven Birds are the feathers of the phoenix, qingluan, great peng, peacock, white crane, honghu, and xiao bird.

"Don’t tell me you don’t know how this treasure was forged!"

The Great Peng King loomed menacingly, his piercing eyes fixed on the Dragon Gods, radiating an accusatory, wrathful posture.

Instantly, most of the Dragon Gods’ expressions grew uneasy.

The Five Fires might be explainable.

But how do you explain the Seven Birds’ feathers?

This artifact had wiped out the entire phoenix clan and its major allied tribes.

No wonder the Great Peng was so enraged.

"Great Peng King, you mobilize your forces over a single artifact and attack our clan—isn’t that going too far?!"

Ao Guang, the Dragon God of the Eastern Sea, stepped forward with a cold laugh: "As for how this Five Fires, Seven Birds Fan came to be, how should our Dragon Clan know?"

"Everyone knows our Dragon Clan’s main palace welcomes all who are destined, gathering countless spiritual treasures from the myriad worlds."

"How do we know this treasure wasn’t planted in our Sixteenth Main Divine Palace by your phoenix clan to frame us?"

In this world, you must have thick skin.

You must learn to twist truth and falsehood, and avoid self-incriminating traps.

Even if this spiritual treasure was forged by one of our Dragon Gods or Dragon Kings, we would never admit it.

We must turn the tables and force the phoenix clan to prove they’re the ones framing us!

"You’re full of shit!"

Ao Guang’s smooth chain of arguments worked perfectly—instantly shattering the Great Peng King’s composure.

"You’re suggesting our phoenix clan would slaughter our own kin to frame you?"

"Who knows?"

Ao Guang spread his hands. "The world is vast and full of wonders—how could our Dragon Clan possibly understand your phoenix clan’s thinking?"

"Moreover, you’ve judged our clan guilty over a single spiritual treasure, invaded our sacred grounds, and blatantly violated the Primordial Three Clans’ Mutual Non-Aggression and Friendly Pact!"

"Even if a cataclysm occurred, your duty was to issue a Three Clans’ Notice—not to unilaterally ignite war."

"Therefore, I have reason to suspect you harbor malicious intent, pervert truth, invert cause and effect, and frame us!"

Inside the First Divine Palace, Zu Long watched as Ao Guang reversed the situation in three sentences, seizing the initiative—he smiled: "This boy is like me!"

The several Primordial Ancestors all laughed.

The Great Peng King, however, trembled with rage from Ao Guang’s words.

"You slaughtered our kin, forged this treasure, broke the pact first—and now you tell us to stay calm?"

"You’ve pushed us too far!"

"Kill!"

Suddenly, a great wind surged through the void, water vapor soaring and swirling.

At the Great Peng King’s command, ten thousand great peng birds rose with the wind.

Each great peng flapped its wings, unleashing one hundred and eight thousand divine swords.

"Since reason won’t work, don’t blame us Dragon Clan for being merciless!"

The Dragon Gods had already been seething with fury; now seeing the Great Peng King’s obstinacy, they had no intention of holding back.

"Brothers, seize him and take him to the Three Clans Assembly!"

Five Great Yi Dragon Gods—Ao Guang, Ao Shun, Ao Run, Ao Qin, and Ao Guang—moved as one, their combined aura shaking heaven and earth.

"Do you think we’re afraid?!"

The five Dragon Gods closed in for the kill, yet the Great Peng King showed no fear—his ferocity surged even higher.

The great peng spread its wings, stirring winds into a vortex; boundless heavenly and earthly spiritual energy surged in, the Dao of Wind reaching its peak and forming a single wind banner.

The wind banner stirred, commanding all winds of heaven and earth.

Some roared like dragons and tigers, howling past; others flashed like lightning, swift and relentless; still others drifted gently as spring water, slow and serene...

The ten thousand great peng birds united, forming a magnificent sword array.

The void’s primordial energy surged like an ocean, vast as mist.

One hundred and eight thousand divine swords formed a staircase beneath the Great Peng King, stretching straight to the First Divine Palace.

"Want to meet our Primordial Ancestors? You’re not worthy!"

Ao Guang strode across the heavens, gathering boundless clouds and waters, his pressure crushing the boundless winds.

Nearby, Ao Qin, the Dragon God of the Southern Sea, chuckled: "If your great peng clan’s Da Luo Primordial Ancestor stood before us, we might show him some respect."

"But your paltry cultivation? Don’t embarrass yourself."

Whoosh!

The void’s wind howled as Ao Qin summoned a blue-cloud umbrella into the sky, blotting out sun and moon.

A colossal vortex appeared in the heavens; under the reinforcement of the Five Elements Array, crushing pressure spread—extremely terrifying.

The divine sword staircase beneath the Great Peng King rang sharply, as if about to be sucked away.

Zing-zing~~~

A melody of strings rose, like demonic noise twisting the mind, unsettling the Great Peng’s spirit.

Ao Guang, the Dragon God, held his lute aloft; his brows like distant mountains, his face radiant as Shunhua, his three thousand strands of hair dancing—each note he played forced the Great Peng King to retreat one step.

"Noisy!"

The Great Peng King raised his hand, thrusting a divine sword that ignored the Five Elements Array’s suppression, piercing the void straight toward Ao Qin’s face.

A terrifying killing aura pressed against his brow; Ao Qin frowned.

He flicked his sleeve, and thunder rolled.

A purple-gold divine dragon shot forth, carrying a sky full of lightning, like heavenly punishment descending, charging toward the Great Peng.

"Wretched beast, dare you show aggression before me?"

The Great Peng King laughed loudly; his primordial energy surged, coalescing into a golden great peng divine manifestation, wings spread wide.

The million-zhang purple-gold dragon looked like a toy before the giant peng.

"You came charging so fast—just to be appetizer?!"

The giant peng’s eyes flickered with mockery; with a single soft cry, it swallowed the purple-gold dragon whole.

The next instant, one hundred thousand killing swords erupted!

BOOM!

Ao Qin retreated; the Five Elements Array suddenly unleashed a divine light, blocking the swords.

He then swung his own sword.

That sword was faint and indistinct—it directly locked onto the Great Peng King’s Yuan Shen, causing him to freeze in sudden terror.

The Great Peng King looked at the silent Ao Qin and nodded slightly: "I underestimated you."

"Great Peng King, since you now see the difficulty, surrender and come with us!"

Ao Qin, sword in hand, surrounded the Great Peng King with his four brothers.

The Great Peng King sneered: "You’ve misunderstood me."

"What I meant was: you’re now worthy of my slight attention!"

As he spoke, the Great Peng King clenched his right hand; pure golden light gathered, coalescing into a divine spear.

"Kill!"

The Great Peng King manifested his divine form—vast, billions of zhang tall, radiating the might of a demonic god.

Terrifying pressure swept heaven and earth as the Great Peng King charged forward with his spear.

Behind him, the ten thousand great peng birds roared.

"Great King, mighty!"

"Great King, mighty!"

Countless divine swords soared through the air; the power of the sword array reached its peak. The Great Peng King’s divine form grew ever taller—he gazed upon the five Dragon Gods as heaven looks down upon ants, his cold gaze an unyielding judgment.

Above the Zhou Tian, five colossal swords, vertical and horizontal, coalesced.

"Brothers, they’re mocking us—shouldn’t we teach them a lesson?"

The Dragon God of the Western Sea, Ao Run, carried a war drum, his azure robes raging like storm clouds.

“Then it’s settled.”

The other four Dragon Gods understood and sheathed their divine weapons.

They extended their fingers toward the Great Peng King, speaking in unison with a soft exhale, unleashing a great divine technique.

“The Great Joyful Ode of Yin-Yang Union in Heaven and Earth!”

In an instant, flowers rained from the heavens, golden lotuses surged from the earth.

A faint, ethereal Dao melody echoed through the skies.

“Life and destiny are the foundation of man; desires and lusts are man’s profit.”

The Great Peng King, who had just gathered boundless battle intent, bulged his eyes, his blood and qi churning violently, his face instantly flushed crimson.

“Y-you-you all!!”

The Great Peng King shuddered, nearly dropping the golden spear in his grip.

He pointed at the five Dragon Gods and screamed angrily: “You’re disgraceful!!”

You want me to show you some color?

What kind of color are you giving me!!!!

“Ko! Ko! Ko!”

Behind the Great Peng King, the Great Peng birds, who had moments ago been wildly excited, began chirping in unison.

Their voices were melodious and enchanting.

As the “Great Joyful Ode of Yin-Yang Union in Heaven and Earth” activated, their gathered sword formation trembled violently.

Just like their trembling bodies.

“Scoundrel! Scoundrel! Scoundrel!”

The Great Peng King was furiously enraged.

He instantly manifested his true form—phoenix eyes like stars, majestic and awe-inspiring; with a single wingbeat, he soared into the heavens, flying north to gather momentum, then southward, gathering nine thousand miles of cloud path, carrying his entire clan through the void and fleeing.

“You think you can come and go as you please? Is it that easy?!”

From the sleeve of the Dragon God of the Western Sea, Ao Run, a glimmering streak shot forth.

The entire sky turned azure; this streak moved faster than lightning, piercing the void and splitting into thousands of crystalline threads—some coiling, some like needles—forming a vast net that stretched across the heavens, aiming to trap the Great Peng King.

“My fellow Daoists, spare him when you can.”

Suddenly, heaven and earth grew chaotic, winds surged and clouds swirled, blowing the net away and carrying the Peng King off.

A towering figure strolled through the void, all winds obeying him, as if he were the sovereign of wind!

“Great Luo Supreme Being?!”

The five Dragon Gods’ expressions changed instantly; without hesitation, they retreated decisively.

“Qing Peng, you old relic—so you’re still alive?!” From the First Divine Palace, a vast azure cauldron flew out, suppressing the raging winds.

The Turtle Chancellor shook his body and stepped forward, glaring coldly ahead.

“If you, old turtle, are still alive, how could I possibly be dead?”

【Great Peng Ancestor】Kun Peng wandered the heavens as if strolling through a tranquil garden; seeing the Turtle Chancellor step forward, he was not surprised, merely raised his hand and struck.

“Wind!”

Wind descended from the nine heavens—it was the wind of heaven; wind rose from the earth—it was the wind of earth; wind came from the void—it was the chaotic wind!

When Kun Peng acted, even the gentlest breeze, under his control, became an utterly ferocious force.

“Suppress!”

The Turtle Chancellor thrust forth his cauldron, shielding the five Dragon Gods.

Then he slammed out a palm in counterattack.

“The Palm of Rain and Dew, the Sovereign’s Grace!”

In an endless expanse of spacetime, cosmic light surged like waves, then gusts of wind arose, swirling into storms of temporal power.

Drops of timely rain and dew fell, ceaseless gales and storms raged; the terrifying power of time exploded—mountains tilted, seas overturned, colossal waves towered.

A colossal imperial divine form appeared before Kun Peng; that towering figure stirred within him the urge to kneel and welcome.

Thunder and rain, dew and frost—all are the sovereign’s grace!

This was the true essence of the Palm of Rain and Dew, the Sovereign’s Grace.

This ultimate technique was forged by the Turtle Chancellor after countless eons of loyal service to the Ancestral Dragon.

To be enveloped by this palm was like accepting the grace of an emperor.

Thunder was grace; rain and dew were affection.

My Emperor’s grace—I can never repay it!

“Your clan owes me neither grace nor righteousness, only bitter hatred!” Facing this palm, Kun Peng remained unmoved.

The great winds of heaven and earth dissipated the rain and dew; he reached out, summoning the Five Fires, Seven Birds Fan into his palm.

“See? These countless vengeful spirits are the proof of your Dragon Clan’s crimes!”

Kun Peng hurled the divine fan; boundless divine flames spread, burning the heavens and boiling the seas, while thousands of divine birds cried out in mournful wails, weeping and lamenting.

Ao Guang, behind the Turtle Chancellor, shouted loudly: “Look everyone—he can wield this divine fan!”

“What does that prove? It proves he’s the true owner of this fan!”

“And yet you still claim it wasn’t your Phoenix Clan framing us, slandering our Dragon Clan!”

Ao Guang spoke with righteous indignation, instantly slapping a black mark onto Kun Peng.

After all, this black mark absolutely could not belong to their Dragon Clan.

It must belong to the Phoenix Clan!

“Daoist, facts speak louder than words—this debt, your Dragon Clan must repay!”

Kun Peng did not fall into the trap of self-defense; instead, he struck directly, aiming to escalate the situation.

“Kill!”

Kun Peng unfurled his sleeves like vast wings flapping.

“Good wind rides the power, carries me to the azure clouds!”

The sky opened and closed, hurricanes swept across, and the Great Peng roamed freely through heaven and earth.

“Old ghost, you’ve never seen the true power of my great wind, have you?”

His moves were wind, coming and going like wind—graceful and carefree.

This profound essence of great wind was formless and shapeless, even more tyrannical than the divine might displayed by the Great Peng King!

“Three winds shatter the spirit; five winds hasten death’s tally.”

Standing amidst the great winds, the Turtle Chancellor felt a strange wind rising from his Yongquan acupoint beneath his feet, piercing straight into his Ni Yuan Palace.

His eternal fate was truly jolted by a single thread of great wind!

“How long has it been? This old relic has changed so drastically?” The Turtle Chancellor was astonished by the Great Peng Ancestor’s power surge.

According to the Emperor’s description of the Great Luo path, this was either already Tai Su Great Luo—or very close to it.

“My Emperor’s Eternal Spear!”

The Turtle Chancellor sent his cauldron into his Ni Yuan Palace to stabilize himself, then drew forth a long spear—its eternal might erupted, radiant and majestic!

The spear moved like a whip, chasing and striking Kun Peng.

Kun Peng ascended in spirals, weaving through the great winds, moving with incredible speed.

“Old turtle, you’re not strong enough to catch me—call out your ancestral dragon!”

He swept his sleeve, and divine swords rained from the sky.

The Turtle Chancellor stood firm, unmoving as a mountain, using slowness to counter speed; his Eternal Spear struck opportunistically—though unable to capture Kun Peng, it prevented him from advancing an inch.

They traded blows and counters, neither able to overcome the other.

Seeing he could not break the Turtle Chancellor’s defense, Kun Peng summoned a divine treasure.

This treasure was born of yin and yang energies, resembling a precious vase, two feet six inches tall, with thirty-six divine figures manifesting in the four directions of void, forming the number of the Heavenly Gang.

“Old turtle, no more delays—watch me kill!” Kun Peng pressed the mouth of the vase downward; seven treasures and eight trigrams blazed, twenty-four qi swallowed the heavens.

The Turtle Chancellor’s expression changed; he looked up to see endless divine light descending, aiming to seize him.

“Chancellor, you’ve worked hard—leave him to me.”

A hand rested on the Turtle Chancellor’s shoulder.

The Azure Dragon stood tall and upright, his face resolute and steady, radiating heroic and noble energy that inspired trust and awe.

He looked up at the sky and smiled: “Daoist, you’ve come to my Dragon Clan to cause trouble—some price you cannot afford to pay.”

Saying this, the Azure Dragon pointed a finger.

“The Great Joyful Ode of Yin-Yang Union in Heaven and Earth!”

Kun Peng’s face turned green.

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