Chapter 375: Heaven and Earth United, All Gods Return to Heart! [5k]

Chaos, outside the Purple Xu Palace.

Nothingness is the eternal backdrop of this place, where the concepts of space and time twist, fold, and even dissolve.

There is no up or down, no past or present—only endless torrents of chaotic energy surging, sometimes coalescing into unfathomable monstrous shadows, sometimes exploding into billions of fragmented energy currents, emitting deep roars like thunder or sharp wails like weeping.

Ordinary immortals or gods who arrive here would be assimilated instantly, their divine souls dissolving, their dao bodies collapsing and crumbling into fragments of chaos.

A divine maiden, clad in a simple and elegant palace robe with an otherworldly beauty, stood silently not far from the palace.

Meng Wuyou was gazing absentmindedly at the plaque above, her clear, autumn-water eyes flickering with an inexplicable, peculiar expression.

“Purple Xu Palace…” she murmured softly, her voice piercing the chaos with startling clarity, yet carrying a dreamlike, ethereal quality.

“This Xuanqing fellow deliberately used my name—does he intend to weave the Dao Ancestor a dream spanning ten thousand eons?”

Meng Wuyou stepped lightly, silently passing through the Cengcengdiedie , invisible prohibitions surrounding the Purple Xu Palace.

To her, these prohibitions might as well not exist.

She pushed open the heavy palace gate, which seemed to carry the weight of an entire epoch.

“Squeak—”

With a long, slightly dry sound, the palace gate slowly swung open.

In an instant, a terrifying pressure—vast, overwhelming, yet forcibly contained within a limited range—rushed toward her.

Meng Wuyou merely brushed her sleeve lightly, and the pressure vanished like spring snow meeting sunlight.

The interior of the palace instantly came into view.

At the center of the lofty hall stood a nine-tiered cloud platform, towering majestically.

Upon the platform sat a Daoist, with an ethereal aura and dark robes tied with a hairpin, cross-legged in meditation.

Around him hovered three towering, earth-shaking figures—the Three Pure Ones.

Each held a Dao diagram, or cradled a jade scepter, or bore an ancient sword, occupying their respective positions, their bodies swirling with primordial Dao inscriptions, chanting ancient, profound Dao sounds.

Each thread of Dao sound carried the power to split heaven and earth, manifesting as tangible chains of order, layered and entwined around Hongjun’s body, binding him firmly to the cloud platform.

“Dao Ancestor, stop struggling—merge with the Dao!”

“From now on, you shall be the master of Heaven’s Dao!”

“Pangu transformed into Honghuang; Heaven’s Dao reigns above—that is Pangu’s brain, Pangu’s will. You are now advancing toward Hunyuan Wuji, toward the True Pangu!”

“The Dao faces heaven—do not retreat!”

“Advance, advance!”

Every word from the Three Pure Ones rang like evening bells and morning drums, embodying the ultimate truth of the Dao, relentlessly striking Hongjun’s spirit.

Beside the Three Pure Ones, shimmering, hazy spiritual lights flickered.

These lights were not physical—they were divine offices projected from the [Great Dao True Realm].

Faint, shifting shadows of divine offices appeared and vanished—some with three heads and six arms, some with blue faces and fangs, some radiating solemn majesty, some brimming with murderous intent.

Most of their faces were blurred, their features shrouded in mist, yet their eyes were piercingly clear, each glowing with wisdom, compassion, authority, or coldness.

Under the guidance and enhancement of the Three Pure Ones’ Dao tones, the light in their eyes grew fiercer and brighter.

They had come, assisting the Three Supreme Deities, to suppress Hongjun.

Upon seeing Meng Wuyou glide in, the divine office shadows, previously focused solely on suppressing Hongjun, all turned slightly, bowing respectfully toward her from afar.

“Heavenly Great God, Supreme Exalted Lord, Marvelous Practicing True Person…” Meng Wuyou recited their honorific titles like counting treasures, naming each familiar yet slightly alien office shadow.

A nostalgic smile touched her lips.

Back then, when the three leaders of the Underworld jointly studied and deduced the [Great Dao True Realm], they had enthusiastically crafted numerous strange, immensely powerful offices to perfect its structure.

At that time, Wangchuan had dreamed that one day, this [Great Dao True Realm] would truly become real, and its countless divine offices would manifest as actual, powerful deities, following them to conquer the myriad worlds and establish an unrivaled dominion.

Who could have imagined that, with time passing, those jests and fantasies had, in some way, come true?

These divine beings, born from concepts and deduction, had truly “stepped out” of the True Realm in a special way, joining the supreme game of Honghuang.

Though now, they were not here to conquer the myriad worlds, but to join the Three Supreme Deities of Honghuang in suppressing Hongjun—the original ancestor of the Immortal Dao.

“The underlying principle here is truly… wonderfully inexplicable,” Meng Wuyou mused inwardly, her smile growing even brighter.

She no longer watched passively; her form shifted, merging seamlessly into the ranks of the divine office shadows.

The next instant, her simple palace robe stirred without wind, her aura abruptly transforming.

Boom—

A pure, Jizhi dreamlike power erupted violently!

Behind her, a colossal, vivid crimson flower—the Flower of the Other Shore—bloomed silently, its petals layered and exquisitely sinister.

As the petals unfurled, thick crimson mist spread rapidly like a living tide, instantly engulfing the entire Purple Xu Palace.

Within this crimson mist, the thirty thousand dream Faze began to evolve and expand wildly.

Meng Wuyou, wielding her boundless imagination as brush and dream power as ink, began to sketch and shape concrete forms for each blurred divine office.

The previously indistinct faces, infused with dream power, grew clear and vivid.

Some deities were given the gentle, benevolent visage of elders; others transformed into mighty war gods; some wore star-patterned Dao robes; others held ritual implements—each form was lifelike, as if it had always been so.

These newly defined divine shadows numbered precisely three thousand, perfectly aligning with the subtlety of the Dao.

Empowered by dream power, the three thousand divine shadows surged in strength, as if they had truly stepped one step out from the abstract concept of their offices, becoming more substantial.

They slowly descended from the void, each finding a node within the palace, sitting cross-legged.

Instantly, the sealing power of the entire palace intensified terrifyingly, becoming so solid it seemed impervious even to time itself.

Hongjun’s previously furrowed brow gradually smoothed, his expression relaxing naturally.

“Meng Wuyou arrived just in time!” One of the three thousand divine shadows suddenly trembled, his demonic black robes visibly shifting into a shocking crimson robe.

His face became perfectly clear—a handsome, sinister youth, his eyes holding both mockery and deep weariness.

The crimson-robed youth stretched, his joints cracking in a series of sharp pops, as if awakening from a long slumber.

He turned his head, his gaze locking precisely onto Meng Wuyou, flashing a dazzling smile that, paired with his crimson robes, appeared profoundly eerie.

“Thank you, Dao friend, for your timely intervention—using dream power to reshape my Dao form and pulling me back!”

“Without this, I might have needed even more days to fully awaken from this office!”

This divine being was, of course, Minghe, reborn from death.

Besides being exceptionally unlucky, Minghe possessed another formidable ability—he was extraordinarily hard to kill.

Added to the profound mystery of the [Great Dao True Realm], which had one crucial function—retrieving souls!

As long as an office remained within the True Realm, even if one’s form and soul were utterly destroyed, a sliver of life remained, allowing one to use the True Realm’s power to reassemble the true spirit and reconstruct the Dao body.

Thus, for Minghe to truly “die” was indeed a remarkably difficult feat.

“This time, through Pangu’s hand, you achieved rebirth through death—you’ve already walked the Tai Shi Path, correct?” Meng Wuyou’s tone was nearly certain.

“Naturally!” Minghe beamed, his face flushed with joy, clearly in high spirits.

As the unique master of the Killing Dao, he never feared death.

Each death for him was potentially a nirvana, a fresh beginning.

As long as death held value, as long as it was meaningful, it was the greatest gain!

After a moment of elation, Minghe’s smile gradually faded; his gaze turned toward the platform, where the three Supreme Deities radiated depths as vast as oceans, nearly fused with the entire chaotic void.

He smirked: “Still, my modest achievements pale beside those three… tsk tsk—they’re far beyond me!”

“Those three are true monsters!”

“Hong Pangu, Luo Pangu, Zu Wu Pangu—all fell before them.”

“The position of True Pangu is firmly secured.”

“In the future, in Honghuang and even the myriad worlds, who dares speak of ‘orthodoxy’ before them? Heh, just thinking about it feels… thrilling!”

As he spoke, Minghe took grim pleasure in it, yet his teeth ached.

When Xuanqing and the others beat Zu Wu Pangu, they truly left no mercy!

Meng Wuyou smiled sweetly, encouraging Minghe: “Then Dao friend, strive hard—create your own Killing Dao Pangu, and challenge them!”

“Challenge them?”

Minghe shook his head vigorously: “Meng Wuyou, don’t get me killed!”

Never mind Xuanqing.

Taishang, since he condensed the [Dao Virtue Supreme Lord] office, his moral standards have plummeted.

You talk morality to a Supreme Lord?

You have no morality!

And Yu Chen Dao Jun—he’s one of the few remaining consciences among Honghuang’s gods.

But if you force Dao Jun to reveal his dark side, he won’t hesitate to teach you what the Great Demon Lord truly means!

“Dao friend, since we’re face to face, stop whispering behind their backs.”

Taishang opened his eyes calmly, smiling warmly at Minghe.

“Did I? No! It must be Hongjun harboring resentment,” Minghe replied calmly, silently murmuring “Great Pangu,” skillfully activating his shielding technique, and dumping the blame squarely on Hongjun.

Meng Wuyou asked Xuanqing: “Has Hongjun merged with the Dao?”

She pointed to Hongjun, motionless atop the platform—his aura now stable, as if he had entered a state of unity with Heaven and Earth.

Xuanqing shook his head: “For the Dao Ancestor to merge with the Dao is no task accomplished in a day or night.”

“It requires the assistance of the gods, followed by the Dao Ancestor declining three times and thanking everyone before it can be completed.”

“Assistance? Declining? Thanking?” Minghe glanced at Hongjun, frozen in body and spirit—could this state even complete such a ritual?

But Yu Chen Dao Jun, ever straightforward, revealed the truth: “Dao Ancestor Hongjun is exceptionally powerful and resists our seal strongly.”

“Moreover, the effects of the Hunyuan Pill are highly uncertain. To prevent any mishaps, we need the gods to gather at the Purple Xu Palace and perform three large-scale sealing rituals to ‘invite’ the Dao Ancestor to merge with the Dao.”

"During this period, Xiang Xuanqing’s Tai Chu Yi Qi avatar will replace the Dao Ancestor, uphold the great responsibility of teaching and enlightening, expound the Great Dao to repay the gods’ assistance."

"So that’s how it was." Wu You and Ming He suddenly understood.

Xiang Xuanqing said: "Enough. The current seals are sufficient. We can return to Hong Huang."

"Let’s go!"

Tai Shang descended from the cloud platform and smiled: "The Immortal Sages of the Dao Alliance must be overjoyed by now."

"Then let them enjoy it a little longer."

Yu Chendao Jun said: "What if we return directly as the Three Pure Ones?"

"Fine by me," Tai Shang replied. "But what of the Dao Ancestor?" Ming He asked.

"The Dao Ancestor? Naturally, 'He sleeps high upon nine clouds, on his mat realizing the true Dao.'"

Xiang Xuanqing gazed toward the Hong Huang land, a faint smile appearing on his face.

"Going down there, we’ll scare half the gods to death."

On the Hong Huang land, countless deities and great beings held their breath, staring intently at the edge of the chaos, eagerly awaiting the final outcome.

At this moment, the atmosphere in heaven and earth was tense beyond measure, like a taut bowstring ready to snap at the slightest disturbance, triggering a cataclysmic chain reaction.

The deities of Tai Wei Yuan were especially on edge, their hearts hanging by a thread.

The victory or defeat of the Tai Wei Emperor directly determined the future and survival of their entire divine path.

"Your Majesty... will surely return victorious!" muttered the towering Zhen Jun Tian Peng, his voice trembling with barely concealed anxiety.

"The Emperor’s divine power is unmatched, his plans flawless. What is Hong Jun to him?" Bai Ze, in his form as a Star God, forced a calm tone as he echoed the sentiment, his heart troubled.

As a divine lord of the Qilin clan, he hoped the Dao Alliance would prevail.

Yet having witnessed everything of Tai Wei, he did not wish the Emperor to truly fall.

The Dao Alliance’s Immortal Sages, by contrast, were radiant with confidence.

"The Demon Ancestor is already defeated. How long can the Emperor possibly last?" one immortal gazed toward the nine heavens, goading the Star Gods.

"Exactly! The Dao is clear and bright—how can rebels dare to run rampant? The Dao Ancestor is destined by Heaven, entrusted to uphold the Dao. Tai Wei Yuan defies Heaven; its fall is imminent!" another immortal chimed in.

"Hmph! A bunch of petty clowns, daring to chatter here!"

Above the nine heavens, a Star Lord of Fire Virtue could no longer contain himself and barked: "Don’t get too cocky!"

"When His Majesty returns victorious, I shall exterminate every last one of you traitors and restore cosmic order!"

"Exterminate us? Hahahaha! What a ridiculous joke!"

Hearing this, the immortals below did not show the slightest fear—instead, they erupted in even louder laughter.

"Your Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array? Merely a dying breath!"

"If your Emperor truly loses, let’s see what use you broken remnants have left!"

The Star Gods, enraged, surged with radiant starlight, their killing aura rising fiercely.

The Star Gods had already reformed the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array; if the Emperor fell, they would fight to the death—no way would they let the Dao Alliance walk away unscathed.

And on the earth, the remaining Dao Alliance forces were not merely shouting empty threats.

They too had prepared their ultimate measures: countless runes shimmered across heaven and earth, spiritual energy converged, sword qi pierced the heavens, and they stood ready.

They waited only for the final outcome in the chaos to settle—then they would unleash a thunderous, ten-thousand-jun assault.

"They’re back! They’re back!"

Someone, using every ounce of strength, let out a hoarse, trembling cry of ecstatic excitement.

This cry, like a massive stone cast into a still lake, instantly shattered the suffocating silence of Hong Huang, sending up countless waves!

In an instant, every deity, great being, and even lesser cultivators who had been watching this event all raised their heads, fixing their gazes firmly on the void at the boundary between chaos and Hong Huang.

Their divine senses focused to their utmost, not daring to miss a single ripple.

The once churning, chaotic qi of the void suddenly parted, as if pushed aside by an invisible hand, revealing a relatively stable passage.

Then, several figures emerged slowly from that terrifying void, bathed in the lingering destruction-lightning and creation-aura of the chaos.

Their forms were initially blurred, as if veiled by a thin veil of spacetime.

But as they drew nearer, their unique, overwhelming aura—and the images long etched into the souls of all Hong Huang beings—began to sharpen.

"It’s... the Heavenly Sages! The Three Heavenly Sages!"

The first to recognize them were the Dao Alliance immortals.

"It’s truly the Three Heavenly Sages!"

"The Three Heavenly Sages have returned!"

A roar of jubilation erupted across heaven and earth!

"The Heavenly Sages are back! We’ve won! We’ve won!"

"Hahahaha! Perfect! The outcome is decided!"

"I knew it! The Dao Ancestor’s power is boundless—how could that brat Tai Wei possibly stand a chance?"

Countless immortals wept with joy, dancing and embracing each other in celebration.

Though they did not understand why it was the Three Heavenly Sages who returned first, not Hong Jun himself,

in their simple minds, if the Three Pure Ones had returned unharmed, while their enemy—the Tai Wei Emperor—was nowhere to be seen, the result was obvious!

Wasn’t this clear proof that their Dao of Immortals had won the final victory?!

What better proof of victory than the enemy’s disappearance?

The immortals looked to the heavens and laughed: "Tai Wei, come down and surrender now!"

"Or else, we’ll storm the nine heavens!"

The great beings of the Three Primordial Clans stared at the Three Pure Ones, their expressions varied.

The last seven or eight Qilin divine lords, holding the corpse of the Primordial Qilin, wept and laughed: "Ancestor, did you see? We won!"

[Ying Huo Shang Zun] Yuan Huang and [Chen Xing Shang Zun] Zu Long exchanged glances and made a decisive choice.

"I, Zu Long, foremost of all scaled creatures, willingly dissolve into the Dao to guard the Eastern Sea of Hong Huang. The Dragon Clan withdraws from Hong Huang’s heavens and earth. From now on, we shall govern Hong Huang’s rivers, lakes, and seas, bring clouds and rain, bless all under heaven, and serve as celestial auspicious beasts—only emerging during a limitless eon. No being of Hong Huang shall lightly kill us."

Yuan Huang was about to step forward when Yuan Feng moved first.

"I, Yuan Feng, supreme of all flying creatures, willingly dissolve into the Dao to guard the Southern Heaven’s Immortal Volcano. The Phoenix Clan withdraws from Hong Huang’s heavens and earth. Our entire clan shall guard the Southern Heaven, serving as celestial auspicious beasts—only emerging during a limitless eon. No being of Hong Huang shall lightly kill us."

The swift decisiveness of both clans stunned all the gods of heaven and earth.

Then, the Ma Jia monsters in the Tai Wei camp began to self-destruct or simply fled.

The Emperor had lost—something they never imagined!

"Wise choice," chuckled the Dao Alliance immortals.

But then their laughter died.

For after the Three Pure Ones emerged, another figure stepped forth—tall, steady, profound as a deep abyss: the Tai Wei Emperor.

"Today, heaven and earth are unified under Tai Wei. Who dares oppose?"

At these words, heaven and earth were stunned.

"Tai Wei won?!"

And the next scene confirmed it.

In the void, the Three Pure Ones bowed to the Tai Wei Emperor: "We pay our respects to the Emperor."

"We shall join the Dao Alliance immortals and co-govern Hong Huang with the Emperor."

The Dao Alliance immortals were dumbfounded.

Laughter does not vanish—it merely shifts.

The immortals stopped laughing; the Tai Wei deities beamed.

"Did I truly lose?" Yang Mei sighed inwardly.

He found himself calmer than he expected.

"Co-govern Hong Huang?"

In the battlefield, the aura of Qian Kun Xian Ren fluctuated. He looked at the fallen Primordial Qilin and Shen Cang Mo Shen, and smiled:

"I, my ancestor Qilin, origin of heaven and earth’s auspiciousness, willingly sacrifice myself to guard the earth veins of Hong Huang."

"My Qilin clan shall retreat to the Qilin Sacred Cliff, voluntarily withdrawing from the struggle for Hong Huang. Only emerging during a limitless eon. All Qilin bloodline shall be celestial auspicious beasts—wherever they tread, auspiciousness shall arise. None shall slay them!"

As his words faded, the figures of Qian Kun, Shen Cang, and the Primordial Qilin dissolved into heaven and earth, merging into the Dao.

"Accepted!"

Xiang Xuanqing spoke, and the Dao confirmed it.

Xuan Huang merit energy swirled around Qian Kun, lingering long without fading.

Only then did the gods of heaven and earth fully believe: Tai Wei had won!

"We pay our respects to the Emperor!" The celestial immortals were the first to react.

"We pay our respects to the Emperor!"

The terrestrial immortals, human immortals, divine immortals, and ghost immortals all switched sides at once.

The Dao Alliance was stunned.

"Forgive us, two fellow cultivators!"

At that moment, Jie Yin, the Ancestor of the Golden Immortals, looked toward Yao Chi and Kun Peng, his face filled with regret: "Actually... I’m a mole."

"Cough, cough~~"

Fu Xi, Lord of the Ten Directions’ Divine Palaces, stepped forward.

Yao Chi stared in shock: "You too?"

He was one she had personally recruited from the eastern hermits!

“Yes!”

Fuxi and Jieyin emerged together, leading their followers to bow respectfully toward Xiang Xuanqing: “We pay homage to the Heavenly Emperor!”

Yaochi turned to look at Kunpeng: “Friend, you’re not a spy too, are you?”

Kunpeng shook his head: “My loyalty to the Dao Ancestor is witnessed by heaven and earth!”

“Good!” Yaochi exhaled in relief, then shoved the Heavenly Emperor’s Seal into Kunpeng’s arms.

“The Dao Alliance now rests in your hands.”

Kunpeng: “???”

Meeting Kunpeng’s bewildered gaze, Yaochi said reluctantly: “Actually, I’m a spy too.”

Kunpeng stood stunned.

Then, Yaochi led the True Immortal lineage to defect to Taiwei.

As a member of the Heavenly Emperor’s support group, a member of the Spirit Root family, and an elder of Senluodian, [Sanhua Niangniang] declared: All divine arts belong to Taiwei.

Who doesn’t leave themselves an escape route?

At this moment, Yaochi truly believed her decision to impersonate her own Spirit Root’s account had been brilliant!

Kunpeng held the Heavenly Emperor’s Seal in his arms, standing dazed in place, muttering to himself:

“So among all these sects, I’m the only loyal minister?”

Gazing at the myriad gods and the defected Immortals, Kunpeng thought: Actually, I could love Taiwei too!

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