Chapter 86: The Effects of the Zhou Tian Wu Dao Pill [3k]

Su Guang Zhi Ye.

Fuxi, entering the Tai Su Dongtian, felt something stir.

He glanced up and down, feeling slightly uneasy.

“Why do I have this feeling I’ve been manipulated? It must be Ji Du!”

“Maybe even Luohou!”

Fuxi took a wild guess—and nailed the two suspects perfectly.

“Do all of you Weiyuan get along this well?”

A soft voice sounded.

At this moment, Nvwa, clad in red, leaned against the railing of the Star Gazing Terrace, her jade hands propping up her cheeks, her spiritual eyes piercing through the veil of time and space, keenly observing the trajectories of the stars in the Zhou Tian sky.

She was studying Pan Gu’s Dao, planning to use it when she opened heaven.

“Hmm, record this one, record this one—this is how I’ll build it when I open heaven.”

“And this one, this one, this one—every single one must be recorded!”

“Pan Gu is just the best—his Dao of opening heaven is laid bare for all to see.”

Nvwa cheerfully “copied homework.”

She wanted to verify her own Dao fruit, and the best subject for study was undoubtedly Pan Gu.

“Sister, have you contacted Jiuxiao?”

Fuxi arrived at the Star Gazing Terrace and said thoughtfully: “This time, the heavenly calamity of opening heaven will likely be quite a spectacle.”

“Mmm~ I did reach out.”

Nvwa tilted her head, still watching the stars.

“You know how our Tai Su Jiuxiao is—basically just like your Weiyuan. We’re all equally close-knit.”

“Is that so?” Fuxi lowered his head, lost in thought.

He wasn’t worried about Xuanqing or Luohou.

Those two were indeed troublemakers, and they’d surely show up to have some fun.

But they wouldn’t truly sabotage or stop them from opening heaven.

He was worried about countless unknown gods and demons infiltrating the scene.

“Brother, don’t worry—it’s just opening heaven, isn’t it?”

Nvwa turned to look at Fuxi, her eyes gleaming brightly: “Come as many as you like—we’ll take as much as we can!”

“I’m Tai Su, not just a vegetarian.”

Nvwa wore an excited expression, secretly looking forward to being provoked.

Fuxi chuckled along.

“Still, we should prepare.”

After lingering in Su Guang Zhi Ye for a while, Fuxi hurried off.

Nvwa finished observing the stars from the Star Gazing Terrace and turned her gaze toward the ancient mountains of Hong Huang.

Countless Dao truths emerged one by one within the Tai Su Dongtian; the magnificent Zhou Tian mountains and rivers seemed folded into a single scroll—truly mysterious and peerless.

Buzhou Mountain, Qilin Cliff.

Fu Xi, one of the Thirty-Six Emperors, the [Wuji Shenjun], submitted a plan to Shi Qilin.

“Carrying Heaven and Earth, Creating Heaven and Earth?”

“Qi-yun, merit, auspicious beasts…”

In the Qilin ancestral lands, a towering elder with a calm aura remained silent, seemingly calculating the plan’s feasibility.

Even as a Qilin royal, every time Fuxi came to the ancestral lands to meet Shi Qilin, he felt the oppressive weight of Buzhou’s celestial pillar.

Finally, Shi Qilin’s gaze returned to Fuxi, and he said with faint admiration: “Wuji, organize a grand discussion assembly. Your plan is quite interesting.”

Fuxi grinned sheepishly: “As long as Big Brother supports it!”

“I’ll go notify everyone to convene.”

After Fuxi left, Shi Qilin turned back to study the star map.

Soon after, another figure appeared in the Qilin ancestral lands.

His face was indistinct, his form blurred, his entire being wrapped in primordial breath—he looked more like a mass of “Qi.”

Didn't I tell you not to contact me? Two Luo Jinxian from Bai Yujing are just sitting there—miss even a single moment and your fate's trajectory will be detected.

“Good thing I was cautious—I left plenty of backups, or I’d definitely be watched!”

“Don’t worry—I’m at Buzhou Mountain. They can’t see through me.”

Shi Qilin turned and smiled at him: “Besides, I already gave you the Qiankun Ding—why worry about being seen?”

“Don’t bring up the Qiankun Ding—I get angry just hearing it!”

“A while back, someone from Bai Yujing set his sights on the Qiankun Ding. I suspect Hong Jun actually had designs on me—wanted to sell me out.”

The figure wrapped in primordial breath spoke with clear displeasure: “Thankfully Hong Jun still had some decency—he finally chased that guy off.”

“Oh? There’s a story here—tell me.”

“What’s there to tell? That guy was just too unorthodox.”

Though the Qiankun Immortal said so, he still recounted to Shi Qilin all the antics Xuanqing had pulled in Bai Yujing.

“So that’s how it was—I understand. Go on with your business.”

Shi Qilin nodded with a smile and waved his hand, sending the Qiankun Immortal away.

“Fascinating.”

You Ming Jie.

After returning to You Ming Jie, Xuanqing didn’t rush to forge the Demon King’s Position.

Mo Zu Luohou had lived up to Xuanqing’s schemes, so Xuanqing decided to prepare something good for him.

Xuanqing looked forward to it.

“By the way, the Yangzhi Jade Purifying Vase should be finished.”

Xuanqing arrived at Zhoujue Tian Gong and retrieved the Yangzhi Jade Purifying Vase.

Thanks to Qiankun Immortal’s “primordial breath” and Yang Mei’s “willow branch,” the refining process was highly successful.

A primordial spiritual treasure—quite impressive.

Xuanqing played with it briefly, then shook his head: “Still too orthodox. Boring.”

“Store it in Wu Cheng Tian Gong. Later, I’ll get some Three Light Divine Water—good to give to disciples.”

Xuanqing casually tossed the ordinary spiritual treasure into Wu Cheng Tian Gong to gather dust.

Inside Wu Cheng Tian Gong, hundreds of glowing orbs shimmered.

These were all Xuanqing’s crafting achievements.

【Another companion arrives!】

Luoying Divine Axe stood prominently among them, scattering divine cherry blossoms through the void to welcome the Yangzhi Jade Purifying Vase.

【Oh? A proper one!】

【I love proper newcomers—come on, let’s teach them some unorthodox tricks!】

Among the spiritual treasures, a divine chain danced through the air.

The others swiftly made way.

【Gouhun Chain, take it easy—don’t break the newbie.】 Luoying Divine Axe warned.

Kusang Stick watched from the side: 【Relax—we’re guiding him onto the right path.】

【Even if the Master didn’t imbue it with unorthodox effects, we can teach it ourselves.】

In response, the entire group of spiritual treasures glowed brightly: 【That’s true!】

【How can a primordial spiritual treasure be so easily constrained? If it can’t grow on its own, is it even primordial?】【If it doesn’t know, we’ll teach it.】

【We taught a single egg—teaching another primordial spiritual treasure is child’s play.】

In the corner of Wu Cheng Tian Gong, the golden egg, having undergone “older sibling” prenatal teachings, wobbled slightly—as if in agreement.

During the days Xuanqing waited in You Ming Jie, Hong Huang remained quiet—no major events.

This disappointed Xuanqing.

He visited the captives in Tai Sha Tian Gong.

Upon learning that Chan Sect had split into inner and outer gates, he couldn’t help but laugh.

Lilun called himself “Guangcheng Dasheng,” teaching inner gate disciples to cultivate within the Inner Cosmos.

Occasionally, he even lectured at the outer gate.

Prison life was thoroughly fulfilling.

Fei Mo Yan Qing Zhenjun was nearly successful.

He had deduced his own path but dared not attempt it yet—still refining it.

Afraid he’d fail to become a ghost and instead dissolve into Dao.

“Your prison lives are quite fulfilling!”

Xuanqing greatly admired this atmosphere, praising Lilun as a true talent—turning a whole sect into something impressive.

“All thanks to the Master’s guidance!”

Lilun was humble.

He even proposed going to the deepest reaches of the Inner Cosmos to guide two primordial demonic gods within the Jia-sized universes.

Xiang Xuanqing politely declined this suggestion.

“We must take it step by step.” Xiang Xuanqing would never agree.

Come on, if I agreed to this, who’s converting whom isn’t even certain.

Comparing darkness with Xiang Xuanqing, the Dark Demon God falls short by a hair.

But dealing with the other beings in this heavenly palace? That’s no easy task.

After visiting his followers in the prison, Xiang Xuanqing went to Zhoujue Tian Gong to forge artifacts.

“This time, I’ll forge something unorthodox. Got it—I’ll forge a ‘Yin-Yang Mother-Son Sword’!”

Xiang Xuanqing threw himself wholeheartedly into the art of forging.

Until a frantic cry for help reached the Underworld.

“Xiang Xuanqing, save me!”

Ming He’s voice pierced through infinite spacetime and reached Xiang Xuanqing’s ears.

It even startled Meng Wuyou.

“What’s going on?”

Meng Wuyou hurriedly stepped out of the Three Thousand Dreams.

“Which trap did he step into this time?”

“How would I know?”

Xiang Xuanqing appeared calm—he could still call for help, so the situation wasn’t dire.

“Let’s go take a look!”

Xiang Xuanqing stirred his mind, and a doorway appeared before him.

He reached out and pushed it open, carrying Meng Wuyou across the barrier of spacetime, appearing directly at the scene.

“Huh? This feels oddly familiar.”

Xiang Xuanqing stepped through the door into a volcanic world.

He squinted—and there, unmistakably, stood a primordial Wu Tong tree.

“It’s you again!”

The primordial Wu Tong tree recognized Xiang Xuanqing and was stunned: “One just left, and now another arrives.”

“How did you even get in here?”

“Is Ah Huang’s array really this fragile?”

The divinely vigorous tree seemed so enraged it forgot to strike immediately.

Seeing this, Xiang Xuanqing quickly pulled Meng Wuyou away.

“Did you pick the wrong place?” Meng Wuyou asked.

“No, I picked the right one—but Ming He vanished ahead of us.”

Xiang Xuanqing was surprised; he hadn’t sensed how Ming He disappeared.

“Let’s keep chasing!”

After opening another door, they arrived at a divine mountain.

Above, the heavens bled endlessly.

Ming He, wielding a killing sword, was locked in fierce combat with a primordial deity.

The deity had a human face and a serpent’s body, entirely crimson, with upright eyes and a gaze that carried the might of eons—every movement radiated the power of time!

“You’ve finally arrived! Save me!” Ming He cried out mid-battle.

Zhu Long also sensed Xiang Xuanqing and Meng Wuyou’s intrusion.

He exploded with rage.

“I just moved house, and now everyone’s coming to pick a fight?”

Zhu Long was utterly bewildered.

He’d just been visited a second time by Fu Xi; following the principle “If I can’t fight them, I’ll run,” he’d packed up Zhong Shan and fled overnight.

He’d barely reset his spacetime coordinates and even renamed “Zhong Shan” to “Zhangwei Mountain.”

He did it to prevent Fu Xi from using the Art of Heavenly Fate to track him down a third time.

And now, the moment he settled in, Ming He showed up.

And now, two unknown deities had inexplicably appeared in his home.

Who could take this?

“What exactly is going on?”

Xiang Xuanqing sensed Ming He was about to vanish again; he had no time to explain and could only join forces with Meng Wuyou to subdue Zhu Long first.

“I’m fucking—” Zhu Long didn’t finish his sentence.

Xiang Xuanqing immediately unleashed the Golden Light of the Earth; the Time Deity was hurled into the River of Time.

Ming He immediately sighed in relief and hastily explained: “I ate the Zhou Tian Wu Dao Pills—I swallowed ten at once!”

“The pill’s effect truly is enlightenment.”

“But the method of enlightenment is to randomly transport me to the sacred domain of a primordial deity within the Zhou Tian Cosmos, then fight them.”

“As you fight, you gradually gain insight.”

“Sigh, I’ve been killed dozens of times already—don’t even get me started…”

Xiang Xuanqing froze on the spot.

Holy shit, this isn’t stepping into a trap—this is a death sentence!

Who the hell designs enlightenment pills like this?

Whoosh!

Ming He vanished again before Xiang Xuanqing’s eyes.

“Chase him fast!”

“If he keeps fighting like this, how many karmic ties will he accumulate!”

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