Chapter 354: The Immortal Ancestor Is Pregnant, Three Ancestors Die in Battle, Challenge at Bu Zhou Mountain

The Taiji Da Luo attains proof of all existence, becoming an eternal, indestructible perfect form, representing “all things.”

The Tai Su Da Luo is the second realm of Da Luo, reversing the principle of “three giving rise to all things,” walking the path of Tai Wu, transforming “all” into “three,” and mastering the elemental substance—or essence—of all forms in heaven and earth.

Only by comprehending the truth of the Dao’s all-existence can one reverse back to the “substance” of Tai Su Da Luo!

When Da Luo masters this “substance,” they formally open the Dao’s gate from existence to non-existence, and only then are they considered seasoned Da Luo.

Reversing once more, transforming “three” into “two,” one becomes Tai Shi Da Luo.

Tai Shi is the union of Yin and Yang, merging into one, giving rise to form from the One; though it has form, it lacks substance—this is called Tai Shi.

At this realm, the cultivator has reversed the form of all things and the elemental substance of the Dao, entering the stage from “form” to “formless.”

Thus, Xiang Xuanqing, residing in Tai Shi Da Luo, can reverse his own Dao’s “form” and “substance.”

He can also reverse the “form” and “substance” of his enemies.

It is no surprise then that he reversed Hong Jun and Yang Mei’s three corpses back to their original states.

“Two fellow cultivators, feel free to make amends—see if your three corpses can still be severed!”

Luo Hou crossed his arms, gazing at the silent Hong Jun within the Xuan Huang universe, a faint, cold smile flickering at his lips.

The immortal method of severing the three corpses is, in fact, terrifying.

Each severed corpse allows the original body and the three corpses to ascend in realm simultaneously—truly the premier path to Dao attainment for group combat.

Moreover, the opponent’s three corpses also possess the ability to seal the enemy’s incarnations.

If Luo Hou faced Hong Jun and Yang Mei alone, he would likely gain no advantage—highly probable he’d be crushed.

Fortunately, Xiang Xuanqing stood beside him.

The sealing ability of Tai Shi Da Luo is even more formidable and tyrannical than the three-corpse method.

Hong Jun and Yang Mei had painstakingly perfected their Dao-attainment method, severing perfect good and evil corpses, ready to make their move.

Unfortunately, Xiang Xuanqing, wielding the Dao’s editor, reversed them directly, sending them back to their original forms.

What is a sealed Da Luo?

This is it!

“Old Daoist, do we still have any tricks left?” Yang Mei frowned, glancing left and right, already scouting escape routes.

As a space demon god, isn’t it perfectly reasonable to observe potential escape paths?

“What tricks? Fight!” Hong Jun gripped the Pan Gu Banner, retracting the four items used to sever the corpses.

“Huhuh~~”

Swinging the Pan Gu Banner, unceasing chaotic sword qi erupted, annihilating myriad methods, unleashing the doctrine of shattering all heavens—he sought to break open this Xuan Huang universe.

“Old Daoist, since you’ve no tricks left, it’s our turn!”

The black lotus bloomed with twelve petals, infinite Xukong lotuses bloomed, blocking wave after wave of chaotic sword qi.

Luo Hou thrust his Shishen Spear, aiming straight for Hong Jun’s third eye.

“Ding!”

From Hong Jun’s spiritual platform emerged a pure water basin, protecting his Yuan Shen.

“Go!”

Luo Hou raised his hand, two golden lights flashing from his sleeve, transforming into twin dragons, heads intertwined, tails entwined, shaped like golden shears, cutting through all things.

Hong Jun raised his hand, summoning a golden light—the Hun Yuan Jin Dou.

The two spiritual treasures clashed in midair, evenly matched; Luo Hou decisively summoned the Luo Bao Jin Qian.

“Swoosh!”

Snow-white wings unfurled, racing through Xukong , instantly adhering to the Hun Yuan Jin Dou.

The Hun Yuan Jin Dou dimmed by a third.

“Wicked fiend, I knew you’d steal my treasure!” Suddenly, the Hun Yuan Jin Dou transformed into the form of Gouchen Emperor.

He opened his palm, reaching to seize the Luo Bao Jin Qian.

The coin flashed once, swooshing back into Luo Hou’s sleeve.

“Come!” The Shenming Scroll, blotting out heaven and earth, rolled toward Gouchen Emperor.

Gouchen hastily reverted to the Hun Yuan Jin Dou and plunged into Hong Jun’s sleeve, vanishing entirely.

“Infinite Space!”

Yang Mei’s dust whisk snapped violently, three thousand silver threads like blades cleaving heaven, instantly tearing open a pitch-black rift in Xukong !

BOOM BOOM BOOM!!

Space collapsed rapidly; from the rift came the thunderous roar of countless worlds crumbling, countless dimensional fragments stacking like mirrored layers.

Each fragment reflected Luo Hou’s figure across different timelines—demonic shadows from past and future roared simultaneously.

“Seal. Contain. Restrict.”

With one strike landed, Yang Mei swung his dust whisk again; countless order chains erupted from the rift, inscribed with Daoic divine characters!

Creak creak creak~~

From the deepest depths of Infinite Space came cracking sounds; faintly visible, Luo Hou’s demonic body was being stretched into a timeline spanning past and future, flattened into a two-dimensional demonic imprint on the dimension wall, disassembled into particles scattered across time and space.

Luo Hou shattered layer after layer of space, yet instantly new layers regenerated, crushing him back.

“Fellow cultivator, don’t panic—I’ll assist you!”

Xiang Xuanqing shouted, pulling out a set of defensive spiritual treasures.

“Five Elements Great Shield!”

He raised his hand; crimson, yellow, black, green, and white divine lights surged, forming five great shields, advancing toward Hong Jun.

Hong Jun glanced, sneering: “A few broken shields—can they block my Pan Gu Banner?”

“Huhuh!!”

The long banner swayed; five chaotic sword qi pierced Xukong , slashing toward the Five Elements Great Shields.

BOOM!!!

The Five Elements Great Shields, as expected, could not withstand the ultimate treasure—they exploded on the spot.

At that moment, Xiang Xuanqing suddenly shouted: “Lord Luo Hou, believe in yourself—break through Infinite Space! You can do it! Even if you can’t, you can!”

“Swoosh!”

A shattered shield flew into Infinite Space, drawing Luo Hou.

“Yang Mei Daoist, do you think you can imprison the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou? You can’t? Even if you can’t, you can’t!”

A shattered fire shield rained down, colliding with Yang Mei.

Yang Mei suddenly felt a flicker of panic.

Among the five viscera, the heart belongs to fire; as soon as the Fire Element Great Shield appeared, it surged directly into his heart, infinitely amplifying the belief of “you can’t.”

“I can!” Yang Mei gritted his teeth, gripping his dust whisk, his expression fierce.

“No, you can’t!”

Three more shields flew from Xiang Xuanqing’s hands: “You can’t do this, you can’t do that, your mind can’t, your limbs can’t, even your spiritual treasures can’t.”

Gold shield, wood shield, earth shield all emerged.

Yang Mei’s buffs stacked to maximum.

He grew dizzy, his mind chaotic, his body trembling as he took one step forward—his feet tangled, he stumbled, and his dust whisk flew straight out of his hand.

What is a defensive spiritual treasure?

It must enhance our defense while lowering the opponent’s defense and weakening their power—only then can it be called a qualified defensive spiritual treasure.

“Break!!”

Luo Hou gripped his spear in one hand and a shield in the other, his aura surging as he burst out of Infinite Space.

“Get back here!”

Hong Jun threw out a bamboo staff: “Luo Hou, today you stepped out of Mount Sumeru with your left foot first—you committed the error of radical leftism, obstructing the development of my immortal path.”

“For this offense, you must compensate my immortal path with the Four Swords of Zhuxian and their array diagram, one Shishen Spear, one Jin Jiao Jian, one twelve-petal World-destroying Black Lotus, one Luo Bao Jin Qian, and several primordial spiritual treasures.”

Luo Hou’s eyes bulged: “You’re extorting!”

“This is called shaking down!”

With a sharp crack, Hong Jun’s bamboo staff pressed against the black shield and tapped lightly—sending Luo Hou reeling back.

Simultaneously, the Shishen Spear, World-destroying Black Lotus, Jin Jiao Jian, and Luo Bao Jin Qian all fell from the air.

Xiang Xuanqing was slightly startled.

Damn, this old Daoist Hong Jun has some serious tricks!

“Retrieve!” x4

All four supreme beings simultaneously summoned the Shishen Spear and other spiritual treasures.

“Void Gate!” Yang Mei Daoist recalled his pure dust whisk and opened a grand Void Gate.

“Old Daoist!”

He called out.

“Go!”

Hong Jun and he simultaneously released their summoning of the spiritual treasures, preparing to vanish into the Void Gate.

“Think you can run?” From Xiang Xuanqing’s sleeve flew another light, forming a pitch-black portal that merged with the Void Gate.

“Six Jia Mystic Gate!”

The Six Jia refer to the Dunjia technique, capable of commanding spirits and ghosts, invoking blessings and expelling demons.

The Mystic Gate refers to two types: mathematical mystic gate and spell-based mystic gate.

To be serious, this is a great divine technique.

But can anything Xiang Xuanqing produces ever be serious?

Just as Hong Jun and Yang Mei passed through the Odd Gate, their bellies suddenly swelled, like pregnant women carrying six children.

Soon after, wails of ghosts and cries of infants emerged from the two Immortal Ancestors’ bellies.

Hong Jun and Yang Mei’s expressions changed drastically.

Even Luo Hou, upon seeing this, felt a chill run down his spine: “My Tian Di! How do you have such a thing?”

Xiang Xuanqing said casually: “After studying the Yin-Yang Mother-Son Sword, I recently forged this Ling Bao on a whim—never got the chance to use it.”

“The Tai Shi possesses form and qi.”

“A fetal form is still form; gestating qi is still qi. Combining the two to create this Ling Bao is perfectly reasonable, isn’t it?”

This damn reasonable!

Upon hearing this, the Three Supreme Beings were left speechless.

“You want it?” Xiang Xuanqing turned to look at Luo Hou.

“No no no! I have no fortune to bear this gestating qi!” Luo Hou shook his head like a rattle drum, no longer the cold, haughty figure he once was.

Who could bear bearing a ghostly fetus out of nowhere?

The two Immortal Ancestors were now completely unraveled, their faces flickering between shame and fury.

“A scholar may be killed, but not humiliated!”

“I’d rather die!”

Yang Mei rubbed his swollen belly, utterly humiliated.

He immediately grabbed his dust whisk, ready to strangle himself.

“Wait! I have another method!”

Hong Jun calmly seized Yang Mei’s hand.

“Wah, wah, wah!” The fetal movements inside caused the ghost infant’s cry to echo—Hong Jun’s facial muscles twitched.

But this ghostly fetus cannot be killed.

Kill it, and you confirm it outright!

He glared coldly at Xiang Xuanqing and Luo Hou.

“My two fellow Daoists should know my Dao is one of balance.”

“What do you mean?” Luo Hou frowned slightly.

Hong Jun’s lips curled into a cold smile: “What is balance? It is not scarcity that troubles us, but inequality!”

“Such treatment cannot be borne by us alone—my fellow Daoist, you must help us share the burden.”

Share?

Now it was Xiang Xuanqing and Luo Hou’s turn to turn pale.

“Tian Di pregnant, Mo Zu giving birth—surely that would make a fine tale!”

The next instant, Hong Jun’s fingertips radiated pure immortal light.

Luo Hou didn’t even think—he turned and ran.

“Hey, fellow Daoist!” Xiang Xuanqing hadn’t expected the Mo Zu to be so disloyal—he’d already fled first.

“I’ll give you a pair of twins!” Hong Jun’s gaze turned icy as he fixed it on Xiang Xuanqing.

The Dao Zu carrying a ghostly fetus—and the Tian Di still trying to run?

Xiang Xuanqing did not run.

He summoned the Feng Shen List: “Decree: Hong Jun Dao Ren shall be Tai Wei Ghost Mother, with tiger’s head and dragon’s feet, serpent’s eyes and serpent’s brows, capable of birthing ten ghosts at once—born in the morning, devoured by evening. You shall—”

As the Feng Shen light flared, hearing the absurd decree, Hong Jun’s lip twitched: “Fine, you win!”

Would he risk bearing twins just to claim me?

Or does he have some hidden advantage?

Hong Jun dared not gamble.

If he failed, the title of Ghost Mother—whether he accepted it or not—he would be forced to accept it!

So, with his swollen belly, he decisively dispersed the immortal light in his hand and unleashed another great divine technique.

“Reverse Heaven, Return Sun!!”

He directly reversed time, rewinding causality.

Everything in the Xuan Huang universe slowed bit by bit—all things reversed.

Xiang Xuanqing’s Feng Shen List retracted; Luo Hou, who had fled, returned to the scene; Hong Jun and Yang Mei retreated back into the Odd Gate, falling back into the Xuan Huang universe.

The four Supreme Beings remained locked in stalemate at the moment they had been fighting over the Mo Dao Ling Bao.

“Retreat!”

Xiang Xuanqing and the Mo Zu worked in unison to reclaim the Ling Bao.

“Hey, what’s going on? Why do I feel like I’ve gained a new memory? Who stuffed it into my mind?”

The Mo Zu, having been dragged back after fleeing, feigned ignorance—he looked left and right, eyes darting, clearly guilty.

There was no way the Mo Zu, who prized his cold, aloof image, could accept being pregnant.

It was worse than dying a hundred times.

As for abandoning the Tian Di and fleeing…

【After all, the Tian Di can do anything—even get pregnant isn’t that big a deal.】Luo Hou thought, deeply guilty.

“I’m fine now!” Across from them, Yang Mei Dao Ren recalled his dust whisk and pretended to be clueless.

I just slipped and fell—I definitely didn’t absorb any gestating qi!

Absolutely not!

Yet Yang Mei Dao Ren’s hand holding the dust whisk trembled slightly, betraying his inner turmoil.

Only Hong Jun and Xiang Xuanqing appeared perfectly normal.

One remained calm and detached; the other kept smiling.

Hong Jun said: “Tai Wei Tian Di, what a skillful move!”

Xiang Xuanqing smiled too: “Dao Zu, what a magnificent technique!”

The two exchanged hollow compliments.

The Mo Zu Luo Hou and Yang Mei Dao Ren pretended not to hear.

What skill?

What technique?

Don’t know anything—absolutely nothing!

At this moment, Hong Jun said: “As leader of the Dao Alliance, what I most wish to see is peace in the Hong Huang.”

“The Three Clans have acted against reason and launched war. Why not join me, fellow Daoist, to mediate the Three Clans’ conflict?”

Xiang Xuanqing looked at Hong Jun, who had changed his tone, and asked with a smile: “I recall the Daoist sect and the Three Clans signed the ‘Non-Aggression Pact.’ Are you, Hong Jun Daoist, planning to break that pact and attack your ally?”

Hong Jun replied: “No no no—the Non-Aggression Pact was signed by the Immortal Court, not the Dao Alliance.”

“Our Dao Alliance upholds harmony, development, and the propagation of the Dao to all beings. To mediate the Three Clans’ war is entirely reasonable.”

“It is reasonable.”

Xiang Xuanqing nodded: “But I refuse.”

“Refuse?” Hong Jun frowned—he hadn’t expected that even after backing down, Xiang Xuanqing still wouldn’t yield.

“Then…” Hong Jun gripped the Pan Gu Flag tightly, ready to fight to the end.

Suddenly, a thunderous crash echoed.

BOOM!!!

The Xukong battlefield wept blood; dragon roars rang endlessly; phoenix cries never ceased; Qilin trod upon heaven.

The massive explosion flung hundreds of divine beings off their feet.

“What the hell?! Yuan Huang committed suicide?” Zhen Yuanzi activated the Wu Tu Great Array—he and Qian Ti were both stunned.

We were just trying to mediate a fight—the Tian Di hasn’t even arrived yet, and you’ve already blown up?

Zhen Yuanzi looked toward the battlefield; every deity was covered in dust, staring in disbelief at the center.

Yuan Huang’s figure had vanished.

Zu Long lay dead in the void.

Shi Qi Lin slowly collapsed.

“Clan Chief!”

The Three Clans’ divine beings cried out in horror.

The Hong Huang gods were stunned.

It’s over—the sky has fallen.

Are the Three Clans’ Ancestors all dead?

“No time to grieve—get the Clan Chief’s body back!”

【Wu Ji Shen Jun】Fu Xi led the charge, shouldering Shi Qi Lin’s corpse and running.

“Your Majesty!” The Turtle Chancellor rushed forward first to seize Zu Long’s body.

“Our Clan Chief’s body is in pieces—you won’t get off easy either!”

Zhu Que, Qing Luan, Hong Hu, Xuan Niao, and other elders went berserk, charging toward the other two clans.

The White Tiger, Ink Jade Qilin, and Cloud Deer Shenjun of the Qilin Clan, along with the Azure Dragon, Yinglong, Crab Ancestor, and Turtle Chancellor of the Dragon Clan, all stepped forward together to block the frenzied Phoenix Clan.

“It seems we have no need to fight,” Hong Jun said, his brow relaxing as he smiled warmly at Xuanqing.

Xuanqing feigned a dark expression and said coldly: “Ten thousand years from now, duel me at Buzhou Mountain—do you dare?”

“How could I refuse!” Hong Jun accepted gladly.

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