Chapter 368: Decisive Battle Beneath Bu Zhou Mountain

“Where are the Life Shipgirls? Life Shipgirls, come heal me!”

“Evolve, Panggu! Kill all these bastards!”

“Charge! The Shoreway lies ahead—we shall triumph!”

“Kill kill kill!!”

A fleet sailed through the Chaos Sea, battling everything it encountered.

“Where did His Majesty find these professionals? So brutal!” Fuxi, flung by the Reincarnation Demon God, looked dazed.

It’s just a game—why are you all fighting so hard?

Don’t you want to talk life with a giant ship?

The exhausted [Purple Emperor Emperor] Fuxi said he just wanted to relax mindlessly—chat with a shipgirl or a human maiden, experience a Chaos Sea adventure, and admire distant scenery.

“These guys are insane to reach shore—so competitive?” [Old Man Liu] Yang Mei was also knocked down.

His giant ship, “The Choice,” was immediately ambushed the moment it entered the Shoreway, and soon sank with all hands lost.

After being eliminated, [Old Man Liu] joined [Purple Emperor Emperor] in the rest zone, chatting idly.

“I feel this beta test’s difficulty has increased significantly,” Fuxi said.

“Yeah, I think so too.”

Yang Mei, watching the battle, said: “Exploring the Chaos Sea used to be quick, but once the Shoreway to the new era opened, the whole plot turned brutal.”

“That’s exactly like the Dao—eternal comfort is impossible; you must constantly strive!”

As a survivor of the Chaos Era, Yang Mei gazed thoughtfully at the fleets struggling in the Shoreway.

“Not quite.”

Fuxi shook his head: “After all, even the Dao has the ‘lie flat’ path—if you choose to slack off and lie down to be hammered, you still make progress, so there’s no need to fight so hard.”

“Does such a Dao exist?” Yang Mei turned, curious.

“Of course!”

Fuxi said matter-of-factly: “Back in our Weiyuan, we studied this. His Majesty even proposed its core principle: ‘Nothing in the world is hard, as long as you’re willing to slack off.’”

“The model for this Dao is the Black Tortoise of the Northern Sea.”

“Theoretically, if you choose to lie down in every daily task and every major event shaping the world, you’ll receive Dao feedback.”

“This feedback is called ‘Salted Fish Value.’”

“Accumulate enough Salted Fish Value, and you can reverse your primordial nature to achieve Taiyi.”

“Can’t you reach Da Luo?” Yang Mei found this Dao intriguing.

Fuxi shook his head: “Hard to say—no successful cases yet.”

“The Black Tortoise of the Northern Sea fits the definition, but he’s not truly lying down, so he doesn’t count.”

“Maybe we can study it someday,” Yang Mei thought Weiyuan really had the strangest ideas.

“Hey, you’re out so early?”

After some time, Xiang Xuanqing’s “Dawn” was also sunk after successfully entering the Shoreway, losing the chance to unlock the new era’s plot.

Yang Mei and Fuxi sighed dramatically: “We are incompetent—we fell just before dawn.”

Xiang Xuanqing laughed heartily: “It’s just a game.”

He turned to watch the battle, seeing countless Demon Gods fighting fiercely for the Shoreway.

They occasionally cooperated, but mostly sabotaged each other, attacking one another, terrified their “best bro” would reach shore first.

Such affection? Only exists in fantasy realms.

【I wonder—is this genuine emotion or superb acting?】 Xiang Xuanqing observed the infighting among the Demon Gods, including Reincarnation, Contract, and Energy.

The Energy Conservation Demon God was especially exaggerated—he kept switching sides and somehow never got killed.

“Where did His Majesty find these professionals?” Fuxi asked curiously.

“They clearly understand fighting.”

Xiang Xuanqing looked at Fuxi—his expression was natural, with no trace of pretense.

He didn’t know which Demon God Fuxi had met in the Chaos Coffin last time.

So Xiang Xuanqing said: “I didn’t find them—they came to me.”

“When they heard I was launching a project, they eagerly offered to help.”

“Oh?”

Yang Mei, listening nearby, pondered: “They came to His Majesty on their own?”

Fuxi smiled: “Ah, I see—so the Divine Enthronement Ceremony truly was the right move. His Majesty’s benevolence shines across all realms, now even Da Luo peers are joining voluntarily.”

“Congratulations, congratulations!”

“Indeed, we should celebrate!”

Xiang Xuanqing glanced subtly at Yang Mei, then smiled: “I hope more peers join us—then Weiyuan will surely achieve total victory over the Immortal Dao!”

Yang Mei smiled along.

“The Dao’s spokesperson belongs to the virtuous.”

“His Majesty’s virtue illuminates eternity—Weiyuan will surely win in the end!”

Purple Mansion Continent.

As Hong Jun’s lecture ended, one immortal after another broke through; the entire Dao Alliance shimmered with divine light and drifted with auspicious clouds.

Hong Jun’s Creation Jade Disc was slowly completing itself.

Below the dais, Yang Mei appeared, having broken through—immortal aura, serene and composed.

He said: “The Dao’s spokesperson belongs to the virtuous.”

“The Ancestor’s virtue illuminates eternity!”

“Against Weiyuan, our Dao Alliance will surely win in the end!”

The immortals, still elated from their breakthroughs, were instantly ignited by these words.

“Earth, Fire, Water, Wind—the Four Domains! Seize Weiyuan’s Divine Nation!”

“Our Dao Alliance unites as one—we will achieve final victory!”

“At the Battle of Bu Zhou Mountain, we will rewrite history and lead Hong Huang into a new great age!”

“Victory belongs to the Dao Alliance! Victory belongs to us!”

The fervent immortals clamored to start the war immediately.

The Qilin Clan’s moles quickly intervened: “Calm down, calm down! We are the righteous army—we must wait until the ten-thousand-year pact arrives, then defeat Weiyuan with invincible might, honorably, without breaking the rules.”

“Otherwise, in ten thousand years, won’t all the immortal sages laugh at our Dao Alliance for winning dishonorably?”

Joke’s on you—the Qilin Clan lives right beneath Bu Zhou Mountain.

If you start fighting now, what do we do?

Soon, an immortal retorted: “Immortal Dao never claims righteousness—‘honorably’ describes the Demon Dao.”

“Immortal Dao is about unobstructed intent.”

“Our intent is clear—we must make Weiyuan step down!”

“Besides, why should we play by rules with demons?”

The Dragon Clan’s holy one chuckled, adding pressure to the Qilin Clan: “History is written by the victors!”

“As long as we defeat Weiyuan, future immortals will praise our merit.”

Many immortals felt resonance: “Brother, you’re right.”

“Weiyuan just finished their Divine Enthronement—they’re not fully developed yet. Why not strike now? Wouldn’t that be glorious?”

Seeing the crowd’s fury, the Qilin Clan’s moles panicked.

They turned to Hong Jun: “The Dao Alliance’s every decision rests with the Ancestor—should we launch the war now?”

All immortals turned to Hong Jun.

Hong Jun smiled gently: “I understand your eagerness, but the timing is not yet ripe—no need for large-scale conflict.”

The Qilin Clan exhaled in relief.

“But—”

Hong Jun shifted tone: “The time for war has not come, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t prepare.”

“This lecture, I’m sure all of you gained much.”

“Those who signed the Heavenly Dao Pact can ascend further in no time.”

“So I urge you all to prepare actively, train diligently, strive to break through, and strengthen yourselves.”

“Only then can we deliver a decisive blow at the final battle!”

Hong Jun’s words were calm and subtle—the immortals listened intently.

“We humbly obey the Ancestor’s decree!”

“We will strive without rest, never betraying the Ancestor’s trust!”

The immortals bowed deeply, eyes gleaming with determination.

Their hatred toward Weiyuan had transformed into an extreme thirst for personal cultivation.

As the Ancestor’s voice faded, the bustling energy gathered during the lecture didn’t dissipate—it grew even more tense and orderly.

The immortals stopped grand talking; they returned to their immortal mountains or found Lingqi -rich spots on Purple Mansion Continent to begin new rounds of seclusion and cultivation.

Those who had gained insights—or even broken through barriers—during Hong Jun’s lecture rushed to stabilize their realms and assimilate their gains.

Instantly, divine light swirled, Dao rhythms permeated, and strange phenomena appeared—manifestations of immortals touching cosmic laws in their cultivation.

Those who had signed the Heavenly Dao Pact—Taiyi Golden Immortals and Da Luo Sovereigns—felt it most acutely.

The power of the contract resonated with one’s own Dao, mending past deficiencies in cultivation; many obscure and unclear metaphysical truths now became as clear as clouds parting to reveal the sun.

Their vital energies increased at a visibly rapid pace, their magical power grew ever purer, their yuanshen ever more condensed, and their understanding of the Dao deepened day by day.

Meanwhile, Taiwei Yuan launched its new game.

One hundred thousand divine realms, countless deities, joined this game merging divine realms with colossal warships.

They cultivated through joyful exchanges with the ship spirits, and engaged in brutal struggles under the stern coercion of demon god mentors.

Pain and joy—that was the essence of this game.

With the spirit realms so lively, Fuxi finally felt at ease.

Since everyone had fully immersed themselves in this grand virtual war, they were all growing at breakneck speed. Deities of every rank became increasingly adept at managing their real-world divine realms, requiring far less interference from Ziwei Yuan.

“Ah, I misjudged the Heavenly Emperor!”

Only after realizing he himself had been liberated did Fuxi remember that the Heavenly Emperor had truly been working hard.

He simply employed a method of achieving multiple goals at once, accomplishing his aims silently and subtly.

One new game had accounted for deity cultivation progress, Taiwei’s administrative challenges, and divine entertainment all at once.

“No wonder the myriad deities revere the Heavenly Emperor!”

Fuxi lavished praise upon the Heavenly Emperor.

“Enough! The Heavenly Emperor isn’t in the Heavenly Realm—stop praising him, he can’t hear you.” [Zhenxing Shangzun] Zhenyuanzi said.

“Really not there?”

Fuxi probed and found not only the Heavenly Emperor absent, but also Luohou, Chenxing, Yinghuo, Taibai, and others gone.

“They’ve gone to prepare the great array.”

Zhenyuanzi said: “Forty thousand years from now is the great decisive battle. Though Taiwei Yuan appears vibrant and its future bright, and though all have confidence in us, we still cannot afford to do nothing.”

“So the Heavenly Emperor and others plan to enhance the power of the Zhuxian Array—when the time comes, we’ll serve the Dao Alliance a grand feast!”

“Enhance the Zhuxian Array?”

Fuxi was stunned. “That array is already terrifyingly powerful—can it still be improved?”

“And how come I didn’t know about this?”

Zhenyuanzi chuckled and pointed at Fuxi: “Didn’t you yourself say you wanted to slack off, play games without using your brain, and not be called to meetings?”

“Did I say that?” Fuxi promptly shifted blame.

I, Fuxi, love work and adore meetings!

“If the Heavenly Emperor is upgrading the Zhuxian Array, what are we doing?” Fuxi also felt he couldn’t afford to slack off—he needed to work hard.

“We must reenact the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array.”

Zhenyuanzi said: “This is also a supreme array to counter the Dao Alliance.”

“Now, the Sun Daoist, the Moon Daoist, and Nüwa Daoist have all gone to select star deities.”

“Let’s wait a bit longer—I suspect…”

“Zhenxing, Suixing—get to work!” Before Zhenyuanzi finished speaking, Di Jun’s voice pierced through layers of space and reached Ziwei Yuan.

Fuxi looked and saw the star river swirling, divine banners fluttering.

The Moon and Sun governed the myriad stars; a vast, seamless array was forming.

“The Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array combined with the Hunyuan He Luo Array?” Fuxi instantly perceived its profundity.

“Exactly!”

Zhenyuanzi rose cheerfully: “With Hetu and Luoshu plus the full heavens of stars, we can form an unparalleled array that mirrors the stars above and the mountains and rivers below!”

“The petty Dao Alliance? We’ll crush it!”

Forty thousand years—long enough to be significant, short enough to pass swiftly.

This time was sufficient for Hongjun and the Dao Alliance’s top immortals and deities to race about, persuading various gods and signing heavenly contracts.

This time was also sufficient for the myriad tribes of Honghuang to choose sides, gamble on fortune, and maximize their own interests.

As time slowly slipped away, Hongjun advanced steadily, calmly laying his plans.

The Creation Jade Disc in his hands was gradually being perfected.

Likewise, Xiang Xuanqing’s Creation Jade Disc was inching ever closer to perfection.

Though the two had not met formally since their ten-thousand-year agreement, their rivalry was everywhere, at all times.

Even on the eve of the great battle.

In the west, Mount Sumeru.

The Taiwei Heavenly Emperor met with the Mo Sect’s patriarch.

Before them lay a dazzling, radiant Jade Disc.

“It still seems to be missing something,” [Xu Huang Daojun] pointed to the final gap in the Creation Jade Disc.

“No matter.”

Xiang Xuanqing smiled: “If I’m missing one piece, Hongjun’s Heavenly Dao cannot be complete either.”

[Xu Huang Daojun] said: “Then there’s only one battle left.”

“What else?”

Xiang Xuanqing gazed toward the east.

“When the sun rises in the east—that is the hour of decisive battle.”

[Xu Huang Daojun] smiled: “At that moment, will demons descend upon the Eastern Lands, or will immortals arrive in the West?”

Either way, the True Body stands to gain.

“I can’t say for sure!” Xiang Xuanqing laughed heartily and turned to leave.

BOOM~~

In the Underworld, the gates of Zhaojue Tian Palace opened naturally.

Two spiritual treasures flew alongside Xiang Xuanqing up into the Zhou Tian.

That night was long.

For Taiwei, it was long. For the Dao Alliance, it was long too.

In the Gan Yuan, the eastern goddess Xihe hesitated.

Heaven and earth were about to change.

And the beginning of it all seemed to rest in her hands.

If she swung her long whip, the Sun God’s chariot would depart from Gan Yuan, heralding the arrival of a new day.

But a new day was destined to be filled with unceasing slaughter.

So the goddess Xihe, childishly, imagined: if the sun never rose, wouldn’t both sides stop fighting?

Or if dawn came later, wouldn’t the slaughter be less?

That night, Taiwei and the Dao Alliance waited for her.

All beings of heaven and earth waited for her.

They waited and waited—but dawn never came.

“Has the hour arrived?” Yang Mei in Zifu Zhou pinched his fingers in calculation. Dawn should have long since come, yet the night still stretched on.

“Has the goddess in Gan Yuan overslept?”

Above the Nine Heavens, the deities gathered.

Xiang Xuanqing gazed toward the Eastern Sea, his eyes filled with inquiry.

He had said dawn would signal battle.

Now he was stuck in a bug.

Taiyi and Di Jun, the two brothers, were barely suppressing smiles.

They were Sun Gods.

The goddess in Gan Yuan was also a Sun God.

The movement of the sun and moon was under their control—but whether dawn broke over Honghuang’s earth depended entirely on the goddess of Gan Yuan.

Since Xihe was hesitating, they had no objection to waiting.

Until one deity could wait no longer and shouted: “Goddess Xihe, wake up!”

Then other deities cried out: “Great Goddess Xihe, don’t sleep! It’s time for dawn!”

“Hey, can you hear us?”

One after another, living beings called out; one after another, deities shouted.

The will of gods and all beings descended upon Gan Yuan; heaven and earth urged the goddess to hurry.

“Sigh~~”

A sigh.

Xihe reluctantly stepped onto the Sun God’s chariot.

A high-pitched dragon’s roar sounded; six golden dragons pulled the Sun chariot, slowly departing from Gan Yuan.

Dawn broke.

“Open!”

In Zifu Zhou, Hongjun suddenly opened his eyes. He flicked his finger—and the void split open.

The Dao Alliance’s immortals and deities poured forth en masse.

“Go!”

In the Zhou Tian starry sky, the heavenly gates swung wide open, and boundless starlight cascaded down.

BOOM!!

Immortal light clashed with starlight; magical techniques battled divine powers.

The instant Taiwei made contact with the Dao Alliance, a storm of blood and wind erupted.

“Seal the mountain—watch the show!”

At the very moment the two sides touched, two commands echoed from the Qilin Ancestral Land.

The Qilin Clan’s thirty-six Divine Lords gathered at the Sacred Cliff, while all sizes of Qilin hid within the Ancestral Land, secretly observing the external situation.

The Qilin Clan wished to stay out of the conflict, but the battlefield lay right beneath Bu Zhou Mountain.

Where could they possibly hide?

The Divine Treasury of the Immortal Emperor Changsheng said: “If the situation becomes critical, activate the Ancestral Land’s Nomadic Plan!”

“As long as the Sons of Qi from the Ten Thousand Worlds do not vanish, our Qilin Clan still has a chance to rise again!”

“Yes!”

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