txolops Chapter 22: Get out of here, Zixiao Palace!
Chapter 22: Get out of here, Zixiao Palace!
The Eastern King established the Celestial Court and also received many merit rewards.
Unfortunately, he was no different from Di Jun and the others.
Because the road ahead is unclear and they are unable to break through the shackles, they remain in the realm of Great Luo.
The Celestial Court had just been established when the Demon Court arrived to attack.
On the East China Sea, a fierce wind suddenly arose, and giant waves surged. Di Jun and Tai Yi arrived with a massive army of hundreds of millions from the Demon Court, causing the celestial phenomena to change.
The Eastern King Duke and his immortals stood ready, while the protective light of Penglai Immortal Island rose, and countless immortal techniques and magical treasures soared into the sky, confronting the demon army.
"emperor……"
"kill!"
Dongwanggong wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Dijun's cold word "kill".
"Clang!"
The bell tolled throughout the entire primordial world, and the protective array of Penglai Island was instantly destroyed.
Countless demon soldiers from the Demon Court, led by Di Jun, Tai Yi, and the Ten Great Demon Generals, stormed straight into Penglai Island.
The war is about to start.
Spells and supernatural powers intertwined, the giant waves were forcibly evaporated, the power of the innate spiritual treasure swept in all directions, and the Daoist charm of the Great Luo Golden Immortals collided endlessly.
The two sides fought from the sea surface to the heavens, and then fell from the heavens into the deep sea. The mountains and landmasses on the seabed collapsed, and countless innate spiritual veins were destroyed.
The battle was extremely fierce, a life-or-death struggle that was fought to the death.
However, looking at the big picture, the Celestial Court is ultimately inferior to the Demon Court.
Whether in terms of magical treasures, supernatural powers, or the number of top-tier experts, the Celestial Court led by the Eastern King Duke is far inferior to the Demon Court led by Emperor Jun and Taiyi.
To put it bluntly, the Celestial Court is nothing more than a rabble compared to the Demon Court.
Neither the Demon Court nor the Immortal Court noticed that while they were fighting fiercely, a hidden force was quietly taking shape in the prehistoric world.
The mastermind behind this force is none other than the Blood Sea Styx Ancestor.
When Wuchen clashed with Hongjun Saint in the primordial world, Styx recognized him immediately, recognizing the figure he could never forget, even in death.
However, the opponent's strength filled him with despair.
At that moment, his belief in revenge was almost completely extinguished.
It was only when Hongjun said, "Those who destroy witches will have the opportunity to become saints," that his hope was rekindled and he saw an opportunity for revenge.
He was determined to seize the opportunity to become a saint.
However, Styx was all alone, without any powerful innate spiritual treasures to protect him, without any top-tier blessed lands to gather cultivators, and without any large clan foundation.
Destroying the Demon Court, the Immortal Court, and the Witch Clan in one fell swoop is as difficult as ascending to heaven.
He sat alone deep within the sea of blood, pondering and thinking, until finally a flash of inspiration struck him, and he devised a way to break the deadlock, which he quickly put into practice.
The vast and boundless primordial world has never lacked beings like him, who are without form, without substance, and without form. Among the three thousand mortal guests of Zixiao Palace alone, there are quite a few.
Styx did not believe that they had no desire for that opportunity to become saints.
To seize the opportunity to become a saint is clearly not something one can do alone; only by joining forces with other powerful beings can one have a slim chance.
The Styx River travels through the primordial world, persuading the scattered primordial beings one by one.
The only argument is fairness.
They do not establish a lineage or have a leader; after achieving victory, they decide the final recipient of the opportunity to become a saint through internal discussions.
Those who join the alliance must swear an oath to the heavens and strictly abide by this principle.
This plan instantly moved countless powerful beings who fought alone and yearned for the opportunity to become saints, and they all joined the alliance formed by Styx.
They remained silent, observing the struggle between immortals and demons.
Just as Styx and the others were waiting to reap the benefits, a dragon's roar suddenly resounded throughout the entire prehistoric world. The terrifying pressure of the rules forced Di Jun and the others to stop.
The dragon's roar was not as loud and clear as that of ordinary dragons; instead, it carried an ancient and profound weight, as if it had existed since the beginning of time.
Now, it has awakened in a single day, shaking the world.
The sea surface instantly surged with towering waves, and the seawater that had been dried up by the battle was swept back up. A dragon shadow spanning thousands of miles slowly opened its eyes from the seabed.
With each opening and closing of its eyes, the left eye became the sun and the right eye the moon, the interplay of light and shadow freezing the entire Penglai battlefield in time and space.
He was a powerful dragon who survived the Dragon-Han Great Calamity.
Zhulong.
The Hetu Luoshu in Dijun's hand suddenly trembled, and Taiyi, holding the Chaos Bell, suddenly became serious. The pressure around him was completely suppressed by this supreme aura of the dragon race.
Even the ripples of the Eastern Emperor Bell were frozen in mid-air, unable to spread even slightly.
The ten demon generals stood frozen, an instinctive awe rising from the depths of their blood. Even as the top combat power of the demon race, they could not muster the slightest thought of resistance.
The Eastern King and the immortals of the Celestial Court also stopped fighting and stared in astonishment at the deep-sea dragon shadow, feeling that its aura was extremely ancient, far surpassing all the Great Luo cultivators present.
Having witnessed the battle between Wuchen and Hongjun, they immediately assessed the opponent's strength.
Below the Sage, above the Great Luo.
"The East China Sea is not a place for you to run wild. Get out of the East China Sea immediately."
The voice of the Candle Dragon came from the seabed, carrying endless majesty and undeniable power, as if it did not take Di Jun and the others seriously at all.
Di Jun's expression was sinister. He forcefully increased his cultivation to resist the pressure from the Candle Dragon and shouted in a deep voice, "What does my struggle for supremacy in the primordial world with the Eastern King have to do with the Dragon Clan?"
"This one? Ha!"
Zhulong smiled contemptuously, and the space around Dijun instantly collapsed, with countless spatial fragments transforming into sharp blade tornadoes that enveloped Dijun.
"Pfft pfft pfft..."
The spatial blades were unstoppable, and Emperor Jun's Dao Body was on the verge of complete annihilation.
"Brother!"
"His Majesty!"
Taiyi, Bai Ze, and the others were shocked and wanted to make a move, but they were firmly fixed in place by the rules of the world and could not move.
Just then, an even more powerful pressure descended from the sky.
The spatial fragments surrounding Di Jun vanished instantly, and the collapsed space and the imprisoned time were all restored.
"Brother!"
"His Majesty!"
Taiyi, Bai Ze, and the others rushed to Di Jun's side. Seeing Di Jun, who was already covered in blood and whose aura was extremely weak, they were furious.
They wanted to avenge Dijun, but they lacked the power to do so.
Even Taiyi didn't dare to act impulsively at this moment.
"Buzz!"
The oppressive aura of a saint appeared with the arrival of a figure.
His expression revealed no emotion whatsoever, yet he exuded an aura of supreme majesty, his lowered eyes seeming to look down upon all living beings.
"Zhulong..."
"Hongjun!"
Before Hongjun could finish speaking, he was interrupted by another voice.
"Go back to your Purple Cloud Palace!"
The speaker did not appear, but his voice echoed in the air like a sound.
Although his tone was calm, it revealed an undeniable domineering attitude, while also carrying a hint of threat.
"Dust-free!"
Hongjun glanced sideways at Fangzhang Island, which was no longer as peaceful as before.
The sage's dignity was challenged, causing a hint of anger, even a touch of ferocity, to involuntarily appear on his face.
When a sage is angered, heaven and earth respond.
A fierce wind arose, the sea surged, and thunderclouds stretched for hundreds of millions of miles, covering a vast expanse of the void. Within them, purple lightning rolled, and deafening thunderclaps resounded throughout the entire primordial world.