Ksitigarbha?
Li Changshou furrowed his brows tightly as he locked eyes with the Ancestral Master before him, each seemingly trying to peer into the other’s thoughts.
Hongjun shook his head with a light sigh. “Could it be that I overestimated you, friend? Is this truly your strategy to defeat me?”
“Even gathering the power of all living beings in Heaven and Earth cannot resolve the issue of you merging with the primordial essence,” Li Changshou frowned and said. “You must know that the key problem isn’t about magical combat. I’d rather have them wait quietly without drawing your attention, preventing you from retaliating against them in a moment of urgency.”
“Oh?” Hongjun smiled. “Are you truly confident you can balance against me?”
A glimmer flickered in Li Changshou’s eyes.
Though seemingly ordinary, these words were probing him. If he gave an affirmative answer, it would prove that his final trump card was indeed the Way of Balance.
*Testing…*
Thus, Li Changshou merely smiled without speaking, staring intently at Ancestral Master Hongjun.
Hongjun had many weaknesses, but the easiest to grasp was that he had sat above all living beings for too long, becoming firmly convinced that no creature could harm him.
Indeed, it was so.
The Supreme Pure One couldn’t bring himself to destroy the primordial world, only becoming a force to restrain Hongjun. As long as Hongjun didn’t move to exterminate humanity, any consequence would be better than recreating the elements of wind, fire, water, and earth.
It was precisely the Supreme Pure One’s existence that restricted Hongjun from acts of total annihilation.
But Hongjun had grown accustomed to having everything within his grasp, being able to suppress everything and manipulate everything at will.
After merging with the Heavenly Dao, he could utilize the Three Thousand Great Ways at will. The primordial essence had fused with him. By simple calculation, the total spiritual energy available to living beings was far less than what the Ancestral Master could command.
How could living beings win?
As long as he held the primordial essence, how could Hongjun lose?
At this moment, having devoured half of the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun sat securely in the Purple Void Palace. Even if Ksitigarbha flew from the Netherworld to the palace, he wouldn’t spare him a proper glance.
Hongjun slowly began, “That Dichou…”
*Hum—*
The Purple Void Palace suddenly trembled, the bamboo grove outside the bamboo house swaying continuously.
The Ancestral Master’s brows knitted tightly, and Li Changshou’s expression grew solemn.
Changes were occurring again.
It seemed Ksitigarbha’s move had become the attack signal for their side.
The source of this tremor…
The Holy Mother’s Palace!
Just as Hongjun was about to raise his hand, Li Changshou suddenly smiled and said softly, “Friend, could it be that you still fear the first Heavenly Dao Saint you imprisoned?”
Hongjun smiled. “You seem very concerned about this Human Race Holy Mother.”
“I just feel that Holy Mother has had too difficult a time, and the name Nuwa holds particular sanctity for me.”
Li Changshou took out a jade talisman from his sleeve, holding it in his right hand, emanating strands of Yin-Yang Dao essence.
Hongjun’s smile gradually faded as he asked, “What is this?”
“The essence of the Supreme Pure Way—you should be familiar with it,” Li Changshou said. “You’ve absorbed the will of the Heavenly Dao, and I’m waiting for my true body to arrive. Neither of us needs to move rashly here. If you act first, I can only awaken my master and trouble him once more.”
Hongjun smiled and said:
“If I don’t move, and you later awaken your master, wouldn’t that put me at an even greater disadvantage? Don’t try to deceive me. Even if Lord Lao came to save him, your master couldn’t break free. I have that much confidence. When you escaped last time, you lost your greatest trump card. I’ve already used fundamental laws to suppress the Supreme Pure One’s true form. As long as I exist, he cannot break free, and his magical power serves my use. This time, you cannot deceive me.”
“Then friend, why don’t you try?”
Li Changshou made a gesture of invitation. “You strike, and I’ll strike.”
Hongjun’s eyes narrowed slightly as his gaze met Li Changshou’s, neither willing to yield.
Hongjun suddenly laughed and said, “I’ve suddenly changed my mind and decided to do some cleaning for Heaven and Earth—gathering those beings who harbor thoughts against Heaven and annihilating them outside the Purple Void Palace. Only then can Heaven and Earth know lasting peace.”
Li Changshou said nothing, but inwardly let out a light sigh.
What the Ancestral Master said was true.
He could sense the spiritual energy from the Three Thousand Worlds beginning to surge toward the Five Regions. Those gray-robed Dao masters who had once besieged him and set traps for the Jade Emperor were now gathering toward the Five Regions.
Judging purely by strength, even with the addition of three Heavenly Dao Saints, the power that living beings could amass couldn’t oppose the Ancestral Master in his current state.
Today’s Ancestral Master was incomparable to his state when battling Master Supreme Pure One previously.
Moreover, the Ancestral Master still hadn’t used all his trump cards.
He had consumed the magical power and Dao achievements of Demon Ancestor Luohou, Dipankara’s true form, and Senior Lang. If the Ancestral Master abandoned his fabricated benevolent image and completely tore off his mask, he would wield the raw strength of four great masters plus the power of the Heavenly Dao.
From the perspective of pure power comparison, Heaven was indeed supremely stable.
If one didn’t consider the variable that was Li Changshou, living beings were destined for tragedy.
Holy Mother Nuwa and the others must understand this too.
Indeed, they didn’t know his methods, nor what trump cards he had in reserve. Now that they wanted to stand up—could stand up—they were already prepared to die, making their final resistance against Heaven.
Thinking somewhat narcissistically, could it be they didn’t want him to fight alone?
Li Changshou raised his head slightly, smiling as he exhaled.
Don’t overthink it; he wasn’t that popular, with his steadiness that had always been criticized.
He suddenly said, “If I lose today, you would still spare Holy Mother’s life, wouldn’t you?”
Hongjun paused slightly, giving Li Changshou a faint smile as he said:
“Without forces threatening me, I have no wish for widespread slaughter.”
Li Changshou nodded in response, sitting there with a thoughtful expression, his eyes showing slight worry.
Empty fort strategy, showing weakness to the enemy.
Sure enough, the Ancestral Master now sat more securely.
…
‘Living beings should stand on their own, and the Heavenly Dao should restrain itself?’
Living beings should stand on their own.
In the Holy Mother’s Palace, Nuwa looked down at her palm.
Wounds suddenly appeared on that jade-like hand, blood continuously flowing out.
Nuwa clutched her chest in pain, her body sliding down from the throne to sit on the ground. Her right hand pressed against the smooth but cold floor, her face slightly contorted in agony.
Heaven…
Against Heaven…
‘Nuwa, are these your human race elites?’
‘Most of the first batch of humans are here, aren’t they, Nuwa? Your stubborn actions have killed them. You were my most favored disciple, yet you don’t understand the principles of the Heavenly Dao. I want to prosper the human race, which is why I gave humans such trials.’
Before the throne, Nuwa bit down hard on her teeth, tears falling from the corners of her eyes. She trembled and resisted, not wanting to recall these memories.
When the Ancient Demon Court slaughtered humans, Nuwa endured again and again, but finally couldn’t bear it any longer, wanting to lead human elites to punish the Ancient Demon Court.
However, they were ambushed midway, transported by a great formation into the void outside the Five Regions, trapped there for endless ages.
One day, the Ancestral Master descended, issuing an edict requiring these most elite humans to self-destruct.
She resisted, but the Ancestral Master who appeared then had already completely merged with the Dao.
When the Ancestral Master struck, Nuwa sensed the death of her elder brother Fuxi, and the divine soul within her brother completely dispersed.
She finally understood she had been plotted against;
Not just her, but her elder brother too had been plotted against.
The one who set the ambush to trap her and the human elites here wasn’t the Demon Court, but the Ancestral Master!
The one who ordered the Demon Court through Kun Peng to slaughter humans was also the Ancestral Master!
And she could no longer defeat the Ancestral Master as he was now.
But in her fury, Nuwa chose to fight, and the human masters chose to fight.
Yet, what could be done?
What could be done?
Now, Nuwa nearly ground her teeth to powder, dark red blood marks appearing one after another on her body.
The great hall was directly sealed, dark red light surging within.
Outside the hall, the immortal maidens of the Holy Mother’s Palace rushed over together, worriedly watching all this, tacitly kneeling to continuously chant prayers.
Every so often, Mother’s old wounds would act up, each time lasting many days.
‘Nuwa, you defy the Heavenly Dao, what should your punishment be?’
‘Humans are merely what you molded from mud and stone, do you truly want to oppose your master for them?’
‘Fine, this is the consequence of opposing Heaven.’
Memories continued to surge, the pain still fresh.
Nuwa seemed to return to that battle, heavenly shackles continuously falling, piercing through her shoulders, arms, spine, and long tail, nailing her in the desolate void.
In her memory, with each heavenly shackle that fell, another wound would appear on her current body, and the blood light in the great hall grew denser.
Her children, the human children died batch by batch;
She struggled desperately to protect the last few dozen human men and women before her, using her body to endure Heaven’s lightning punishment and celestial fire, but ultimately couldn’t protect them. She watched helplessly as they were controlled by the will descended from the Heavenly Dao, killing each other…
Nuwa roared, and wailed, until finally crying without sound, completely nailed to the place of nothingness by Heaven’s shackles.
Mortally wounded, a Saint cannot die, unable to die even wanting to.
‘Nuwa,’ Hongjun sat on the lotus platform, floating before her true form’s brow, looking at her with full regret, ‘I had intended to leave some spark for the human race, but you dared to oppose Heaven…’
‘I was wrong… Master, I shouldn’t have opposed Heaven. Don’t kill them, they are all innocent, all implicated by my stubborn actions.’
‘Oh?’
Hongjun smiled with satisfaction, “In that case, I can give you a chance to make amends. As long as you follow Heaven’s will, I will prosper the human race as shown by the ancient Heavenly Dao.”
With these words, Hongjun’s form vanished. Her primordial spirit was stripped from her true form’s forehead and thrown into the void; that void retained only her silhouette, along with the corpses of those human masters…
A thousand years, ten thousand years, hundreds of thousands of years…
Opposing Heaven became like a nightmare, entangling her, devouring her.
What good was opposing Heaven?
In the end?
In the end?
In…
‘Holy Mother, does your disciple have any connection to that person?’
Laughter suddenly sounded in her ear, that young human just laughing and speaking thus.
‘Just a little hot-blooded story.’
‘Holy Mother, do you want to read romance manga or action manga?’
This child, yes, this child went to the Purple Void Palace.
In Nuwa’s purple pupils full of pain, a light suddenly appeared. She struggled to sit up, letting blood flow from her body, taking a deep breath.
‘Holy Mother…’
Somehow, Nuwa thought of that day, the day this child destroyed the Golden Crows;
The only time he knelt there fragile, holding the non-existent ashes of his master, despair rising in his eyes.
After that, he changed much, and one could vaguely sense his dissatisfaction with the Heavenly Dao and the anger in his heart.
Nuwa suddenly heard those words again, those words…
‘When all mysteries are revealed that day, I hope to receive Holy Mother’s understanding, just understanding is enough.’
That child, that child truly went to oppose the Ancestral Master!
How could this be…
Was the Ancestral Master truly prospering the human race?
The Fire Cloud Cave struggled to endure, the Central Divine Continent was filled with suffering, yet no mortals who struggled against Heaven and Earth became Heaven’s favored instead.
This must be the final battle.
She couldn’t let that child face such a powerful enemy alone…
Couldn’t let that child fight a lonely battle…
What meaning was there in continuing to barely cling to life?
‘Holy Mother.’
At this gentle call, Nuwa raised her head in a daze, hazily seeing the silhouette of that young Dao cultivator.
He sat in the corner of the pavilion drawing, head lowered as he wrote swiftly, a slight smile at his lips as he murmured:
‘May this flame bring you some warmth.’
“Still!”
Nuwa suddenly called out in a low voice, her long hair floating backward, a flame igniting on her forehead, sweeping across her entire body, instantly burning away her wounds and bloodstains!
She stood up, clenching her fists, becoming the heart of the flame!
The Human Race’s Eternal Flame!
Stepping forward half a step, a halo of light spread out from under Nuwa’s feet, sweeping through the entire hall.
The great hall instantly vanished!
The immortal clouds, palaces, rivers, and lakes of the Holy Mother’s Palace all disappeared, transforming into a gray and dim world, becoming that realm filled with corpses!
The immortal maidens still knelt there, but now wore layers of battle armor, their forms becoming somewhat transparent;
They lowered their heads in prayer, chanting scriptures for the peace of departed souls.
Around them, points of light gathered, forming the transparent figures of human men.
They each knelt, praying toward the front.
Heroes’ spirits, the spirits of human heroes!
Before them!
Before them was Holy Mother Nuwa’s true form bound layer upon layer by Heaven’s shackles, an incomparably huge body covered in wounds!
That flame slowly rose, returning to Nuwa’s true form’s forehead.
Heaven and Earth trembled!
The chanting of the human hero spirits grew increasingly clear, that flame completely enveloping Nuwa, the heavenly shackles continuously shaking.
Nuwa suddenly opened her eyes, hair flying in four directions, her body trembling, shaking, continuously roaring, struggling with all her might!
Screaming, roaring, growling, sobbing, shouting!
*Crack!*
The heavenly shackles all snapped!
The Three Realms shook, and the Purple Void Palace showed slight tremors!
The Ancestral Master’s expression remained calm as he faced Li Changshou, the seven-colored figure in the Heaven-Earth Cauldron outside the Purple Void Palace had mostly dispersed.
Suddenly, a cry transmitted to Li Changshou’s heart.
It was Nuwa, the creator of humanity, the Holy Mother of the human race, using the power of the Eternal Flame to call out to humanity!
“Primordial being Nuwa, today strikes against Heaven.
For our human race’s flame to never extinguish, for our human race to no longer merely survive, for those human heroes who fought for humanity in Heaven and Earth, yet were humiliatingly destroyed by the Heavenly Dao!
Death without regret, presumptuous to be called Mother.”
In this instant, the Three Realms fell silent.
Countless human immortals throughout the Three Thousand Worlds stood up, gazing toward the Five Regions, unconsciously shedding tears.
And countless human immortals and deities, unable to suppress the inexplicable impulse rising in their hearts, rushed toward the Central Divine Continent.
Only the mortal realm of the Southern Continent remained quiet.
This ultimately wasn’t a battle for mortals.
In the Central Divine Continent, Nuwa’s figure condensed between Heaven and Earth—a human body with a snake tail, wearing battle armor and a flower crown, the Mountain River Social Responsibility Chart floating behind her, holding an embroidered ball, and a long sword in her hands.
The embroidered ball represented human reproduction;
The long sword represented human protection.
She raised her head to gaze at the heavens, the red embroidered ball swaying gently, the flame on her forehead burning fiercely, prayers and chants rising around her.
Power of a Saint!
Power of humanity’s Eternal Flame!
The thought power gathered from humanity’s endless ages of prayers to the Holy Mother!
She raised her hand in an empty grasp, blue ripples appearing throughout Heaven and Earth, a blood-red divine banner manifesting in the depths of the sky.
“Those of our race who fought for human survival should not be forgotten.”
The red embroidered ball shook gently, crashing toward the void, directly knocking down that divine banner in the heavens.
Countless blue ripples exploded!
Nuwa raised the sword in her hand.
“Humans, gather forces at the Central Divine Continent, rush to aid our human brother Li Changshou, and punish the Heavenly Dao!”
“Yes!”
Behind her, tens of thousands of hero spirits shouted in unison, countless banners rising and flying.
They came from various tribes, from the tribes of humanity’s first golden age in ancient times!
From all directions, streams of immortal light surged forth, rapidly gathering where Nuwa stood.
At this moment, there were no Three Schools of the Dao, no great religious inheritances, no private grudges between immortal sects.
As human immortals, they should fight for humanity, fight for Holy Mother Nuwa!
Fire Cloud Cave.
Several Human Sovereigns exchanged glances, simultaneously raising their swords on their war chariots. The gates of Fire Cloud Cave opened wide, batch after batch of human hero spirits pouring out.
The foremost war chariot was empty, bearing only a robe stained with fresh blood, retaining the Dao essence of fire.
The Fire Sovereign led the charge!
In the mortal realm of the Southern Continent, the human emperor awakened from his afternoon nap, quickly turning to call his attendants, beginning ancestral worship of human forebears.
In the Heavenly Court, the celestial soldiers and generals all fell into confusion.
Immortal light surrounded their bodies, seeming to urge them to prepare for battle, yet their hearts arose a desire to return to Holy Mother’s side.
That was the stirring of human bloodlines.
In Lingxiao Palace, the gathered deities were emotionally stirred, human and non-humanæ£ gods arguing endlessly.
At the same time, outside the Five Regions.
A golden line shot from beyond Heaven and Earth toward the end of the world—it was Golden Peng carrying Ao Yi and dozens of celestial generals.
The blue ripples in their hearts suddenly shattered, and a single figure gradually became clear in their hearts.
Golden Peng stopped his soaring figure, softly murmuring the words “Master.”
On Golden Peng’s back, Ao Yi suddenly fell weakly to his knees, eyes wide with shock, clutching his hair, his body continuously trembling.
Heavenly Dao, how dare you!
Ao Yi, how dare you!
How dare you forget the Sect Leader, forget your elder brother!
“Old thief Hongjun!”
Golden Peng roared, his form suddenly charging forward, nearly throwing off Ao Yi and the Heavenly Court officials.
They had originally come at Li Jing’s invitation to aid Flower Fruit Mountain and were now not far from the Five Regions.
Calm down, must stay calm.
*Slap!*
Ao Yi raised his hand and slapped his face, kneeling on Golden Peng’s back, tightly clenching his fists.
Calm down, remember the Steady Scripture!
Ao Yi was of dragon race descent and hadn’t received Holy Mother Nuwa’s summons through humanity’s Eternal Flame, but hearing the shouts of the celestial generals behind him, he immediately understood what had happened.
The Sect Leader had gone to the Purple Void Palace, holding out alone!
With humanity’s Fire Cloud Cave foundation, they could surely gather a force to punish the Heavenly Dao;
But it wasn’t enough, this wasn’t enough!
Besides some positions of righteous gods, the entire military system of the Heavenly Court was composed of human immortals. Even if this portion of human power couldn’t be commanded by Holy Mother Nuwa, at least they should avoid fighting against the human army!
What to do?
What could he do?
Go persuade his royal father to deploy troops?
No, he was just the dragon palace’s second prince, it would be hard to move his father and uncles.
Think of a way, quickly think of a way!
‘Ao Yi, remember, never walk into a dead end in anything, look at problems from a different angle.’
His brother Sect Leader’s voice suddenly echoed in his ear.
Different angle, different angle…
Got it!
Ao Yi suddenly clapped his hands, immediately bending down to press on Golden Peng’s back, his great shouts like huge bells and drums, gradually awakening the enraged Golden Peng.
“Listen to me, listen to me!
This is how we can help Brother Sect Leader, if we go directly to the Purple Void Palace we’ll only cause trouble!”
Golden Peng cursed: “Even if it means death, I must fight Hongjun to the bitter end!”
“Listen to me! You must listen to me!”
“Then say it!”
“You go to the Dragon Palace, go curse my father and the others, mock their current situation, make them remember the disaster of the sea eye!”
Ao Yi said firmly:
“I’ll go to the Heavenly Court to find immortals from the Severing Sect, have them find ways to hold back the celestial army.
We can’t let humanity’s power to strike Heaven be consumed by the Heavenly Court.
There’s something wrong with the current Heavenly Court, the Jade Emperor is different from my impression!”
Hearing these words, Golden Peng was also stunned.
After flying rapidly for a while longer, with the entrance to the Five Regions before their eyes, Golden Peng finally came to his senses.
“I hope I can curse those cowardly dragons into action.”
“Everyone!”
Ao Yi let out a breath, suddenly turning around to look at the celestial generals behind him, that youthful face full of solemnity, now naturally emanating an aura of authority.
“The moment of life and death for humanity is today!
But some things, only we can do!
I am the true brother of Li Changsheng, the Grand White Gold Star, are you willing to trust me!”
The celestial generals each roused their spirits, gazing intently at Ao Yi with burning eyes.
A ‘great battle’ from the Heavenly Court’s dispatched generals thus began.
Golden Peng burst forth at extreme speed, after entering the realm of the Five Regions he flew straight back to the Eastern Heaven Gate; moments later he flew out from the Eastern Heaven Gate, rushing to above the East Sea Dragon Palace, shouting with all his might, cursing loudly.
Cursing the dragon race for being cowardly;
Cursing the dragon race for not daring to mention ancient matters.
Although Ao Yi and Golden Peng didn’t know what secrets lay in ancient times, they had now stumbled upon something by chance.
East Sea Crystal Palace, Dragon King Hall.
Ao Guang sat on the coral throne, listening to Golden Peng’s clamor, his long dragon eyes carrying some contemplation, continuously gripping the jade talisman between his dragon claws.
It was a blank jade talisman, which contained dense small text within, given by Li Changshou, writing penetrating sentences. (Note: From Chapter 687.)
How did the Nine Pollution Springs come to be? Why could merit fill the Nine Pollution Springs?
His dragon race didn’t know!
His dragon race remembered!
In an ancient battle, the dragons and phoenixes were respectively incited by the Ancestral Master and Demon Ancestor, killing each other relentlessly, not hesitating to shatter the primordial world, but in the end, only serving as pawns for the Ancestral Master and Demon Ancestor.
His dragon race won, yet had to bear the catastrophic fate of shattering the primordial world, being toyed with and schemed against by the Ancestral Master, and finally having no choice but to fill the sea eye.
How many of their race, how many masters, how much flesh and blood it took to suppress the rampaging sea eye!
From then on, the dragon race could only hide with their tails between their legs at the bottom of the sea, the Crystal Palace seemingly prosperous but just a prison.
The dragon race still had accounts to settle with the Ancestral Master!
The final chance.
The East Sea Dragon King suddenly raised his hand, a massive dragon palm appearing in the high sky, catching Golden Peng off guard and sending him flying.
“Transmit my Dragon King’s command!
Dragon race ancient bloodline, those not needed to suppress the sea eye, aid the human race’s Holy Mother!”
Across the Four Seas, war drums suddenly rose!
In the Heavenly Court, Ao Yi and the celestial generals rushed to various places but found them all empty.
At this moment, all the immortals and deities had gathered at Lingxiao Palace.
Ao Yi hurried to Lingxiao Palace, hearing the arguments inside and outside from afar.
Some immortals and deities knelt inside and outside the hall, pleading for the Heavenly Court not to send troops against the human rebels against Heaven;
They stood primarily with humanity.
Others cited Heavenly Court duties, saying the court couldn’t tolerate rebels against Heaven, or the court would lose its standing principles;
Most of these immortals and deities were those named on the Investiture of the Gods list.
Ao Yi suddenly understood.
His previous approach had been wrong—finding Severing Sect immortals in the Heavenly Court was useless!
Most had been transformed by the Investiture of the Gods list, their hearts holding only the position of the Heavenly Court and Heavenly Dao.
Ao Yi stood outside the hall, looking in, momentarily bewildered.
The Jade Emperor sat motionless on his throne, wearing yellow robes.
Beside the Jade Emperor, the fake Grand White stood quietly with a slight smile, as if this situation was no trouble at all.
This fake Grand White…
Ao Yi clenched his teeth and fists, wishing he could reveal his true form and swallow this bastard in one bite, but he couldn’t—he had to endure.
Stay calm, and restrained, and think of ways to help the Sect Leader as much as possible.
Only after exhausting every last option would Ao Yi charge toward the Purple Void Palace, willing to perish under heavenly lightning if necessary.
Several figures suddenly approached from the side. Ao Yi glanced at them and couldn’t help turning away.
True Lord Zhao Gongming of the Dragon Tiger Mystery Altar, Mother of the Pole Star Golden Spirit Holy Mother!
Now Golden Spirit Holy Mother no longer appeared pregnant, the aura around her incomparably sharp.
This couple landed before Lingxiao Palace. Zhao Gongming swept his sleeve, blowing aside the somewhat crowded civil and military officials ahead. A fire-red figure flashed out from behind them, carrying a great sword, stepping inside!
You Qin Xuan Ya.
At this moment, You Qin Xuan Ya’s eyes were red, her beautiful face filled with determination. Just a few steps into Lingxiao Palace, the great sword on her back directly left its scabbard, gripped in her single hand.
Seeing this, Zhao Gongming’s brows slightly furrowed;
Golden Spirit Holy Mother gave a cold snort, immediately following forward, protecting You Qin Xuan Ya.
A celestial general shouted: “Marshal You Qin, how dare you draw the sword in Lingxiao Palace!”
“Marshal You Qin, what do you intend!”
“Marshal You Qin!”
“All of you shut up for this seat!”
Golden Spirit Holy Mother angrily rebuked the sharp sword intent covering everywhere, instantly silencing the celestial generals who had just shouted.
You Qin Xuan Ya strode quickly to below that high platform, pursing her lips, great sword raised high, pointing at the fake Grand White beside the Jade Emperor.
“You’re not him, not my senior brother, not the Heavenly Court’s Grand White Gold Star!
You’ve changed this skin!
You’re not worthy!”
All immortals and deities were shocked together.
Since the Holy Mother had appeared in the Central Divine Continent and broken the Ancestral Master’s modification of Heaven and Earth beings’ memories, the assembled immortals and deities in the hall had learned that the Grand White Gold Star was an imposter.
But not one deity could stand out, not one immortal dared stand out.
Who was this fake Grand White?
The Ancestral Master’s avatar, the Heavenly Dao’s avatar!
This was here to monitor the Heavenly Court and His Majesty the Jade Emperor!
At this moment, You Qin Xuan Ya’s sudden arrival, directly challenging the fake Grand White, truly made many immortals and deities’ hearts jump with fear.
That fake Grand White gave a light laugh, saying slowly: “Marshal You Qin, you…”
“Your Majesty!”
East Wood Lord suddenly spoke up interrupting, rushing two steps to You Qin Xuan Ya’s side, kneeling with head lowered, shouting:
“Reporting to Your Majesty!
Grand White Gold Star has worked hard with great merit, planning far ahead for the Heavenly Court, and establishing brilliant military achievements for the Heavenly Court.
The Ancestral Master should not—should not use Grand White Gold Star’s appearance to enjoy Grand White Gold Star’s blessings!
Please permit, Your Majesty, let the Ancestral Master’s avatar change to a different appearance…”
Speaking thus, East Wood Lord raised his head with cold sweat, giving the fake Grand White a somewhat embarrassed smile, “Hehe, Changsheng originally, didn’t look too good anyway, you see.”
The fake Grand White’s eyes focused, saying firmly:
“How dare you! This Star-Lord is the Grand White Gold Star! Guards! Drag Wood Lord and You Qin Xuan Ya away!”
Silence.
The great hall instantly became so quiet a falling needle could be heard.
The assembled righteous deities stood quietly there, those named on the Investiture of the Gods list now wearing somewhat bewildered expressions;
The original elders of the Heavenly Court mostly just stood with lowered heads.
The fake Grand White gave a cold laugh, gathering some immortal light in the duster in his hand, slowly raising his palm, gathering the power of the Heavenly Dao…
*Slap!*
In a crisp sound, a large hand reached over from the side, steadily gripping the fake Grand White’s wrist.
Gazes followed this large hand to see the Jade Emperor sitting expressionlessly there, left hand raised—steadily gripping the fake Grand White’s arm, then giving a light shake.
The fake Grand White’s form staggered several steps, exclaiming: “Your Majesty?!”
“This is the Heavenly Court, not the Purple Void Palace.”
The Jade Emperor said thus.
The fake Grand White nodded, saying calmly: “Could Your Majesty think you can already say no to the Ancestral Master?”
“No.
What of it if I speak?”
The Jade Emperor turned his head to look at the fake Grand White, suddenly pulling off the yellow robe on his body, revealing seven-colored chains within.
All immortals and deities were greatly shocked together, many Heavenly Court elders rushing forward several steps. Wood Lord especially glared at that fake Grand White, trembling all over with anger, cursing:
“You—how dare you!”
“Haotian!”
The fake Grand White reprimanded firmly, “Do you not know the consequences of opposing the Ancestral Master? You should best know the Ancestor’s power!”
“I know well, so what of it?”
The Jade Emperor laughed coldly, bound by iron chains, standing up with some effort, hands behind his back.
Those chains on his body were like the robes of the Heavenly Emperor.
He said: “I well know the Ancestral Master controls Heaven and Earth’s spiritual energy, that great batches of Heavenly Dao avatars like you are coming from the Three Thousand Worlds.
I know even better that the Ancestral Master is now devouring the Heavenly Dao’s will, that in the future the Heavenly Dao will only have the Ancestral Master’s single will, oh yes, and puppets like you.
I also know that in this battle living beings can hardly win, having almost no chance of victory.
But the error was, that he shouldn’t have taught me how to be a Heavenly Emperor back then.
I am the ruler of the Three Realms, the Heavenly Emperor of the Three Realms, not the Ancestral Master’s Heavenly Emperor, not the Heavenly Dao’s Heavenly Emperor!
The Ancestral Master commits too many injustices, cruel to living beings!
I have no choice but to stand out.”
Speaking thus, the Jade Emperor raised his hand to remove the crown on his head, placing it on the jade table.
The fake Grand White cursed firmly: “Haotian! Presumptuous!”
The Jade Emperor suddenly said: “Junior sister, help your husband break these bonds.”
*Whoosh!*
A piercing sword cry sounded, and sword light suddenly flashed from the side. That speaking fake Grand White’s voice abruptly cut off, his form directly slashed into three parts, instantly exploding!
The chains on the Jade Emperor’s body all shattered, and he leisurely stretched his waist.
At the side of the great hall, Queen Mother’s expression was calm as she sheathed her precious sword, casually throwing it to Long Ji behind her, holding both hands before her, slowly entering.
The great hall was completely silent, even Long Ji stared in amazement.
The Jade Emperor gave a light laugh, gazing at Queen Mother, saying: “A Heavenly Emperor rebelling against Heaven sounds somewhat unsightly. I’ll abdicate the Heavenly Emperor position. Junior sister is the Heavenly Dao sequence alternate, temporarily taking charge of the Heavenly Court.
Changsheng needs my aid there.”
“Mm,” Queen Mother nodded faintly, saying softly, “Come back soon.”
“Good.”
The Jade Emperor laughed lightly, taking out the Jade Emperor’s seal from his sleeve, throwing it on that throne, then stepping out, appearing outside the great hall.
Long hair rising in the wind, white robes dazzling the mind.
“This poor Dao practitioner, Primordial Metal Soul, Haotian.
Today wishes to go to the Purple Void Palace to discuss Heaven and Earth’s injustice with the Ancestral Master. If any are dissatisfied with the Ancestral Master, are you willing to go together?”
“This subordinate!”
A celestial general had just started to shout when suddenly remembering something, removing his helmet and placing it at his feet, shouting:
“This poor Dao practitioner is willing to follow the friend!”
“I am willing!”
“This poor Dao practitioner is willing!”
“This old minister is willing! Your Majesty wait for this old minister! This old minister’s legs are slow!”
East Wood Lord shouted, lifting his Dao robe’s hem and rushing up.
You Qin Xuan Ya took a light breath, carrying the great sword on her back, gaze firmly following the Jade Emperor’s figure.
Haotian stood before the hall doors, laughing comfortably, squinting at the heavens.
“Don’t rush, wait for the human hero spirit army to come.
Someone go ask my nephew, Yang Jian if they’ve fought enough, if they have then come over.”
“Yes!”
In Lingxiao Palace, Queen Mother sat on the throne, her delicate hand turning over, the Investiture of the Gods list appearing again, pressed there motionless by her.
“Open the Middle Heaven Gate, make way for humanity’s rebels against Heaven, the Heavenly Court suspends operations for one day.”
The assembled deities lowered their heads accepting the command.
In the Netherworld, at the Six Paths Reincarnation Wheel, a seven-colored beam of light shone into the sky of the Netherworld, heading toward the primordial world.
Lady Houtu’s gentle voice accompanied the maiden rising in the light beam.
“Go, child.
You came from living beings’ Seven Emotions, you should lend your strength to living beings.
The future of living beings is entrusted to you all now.”
Seven Emotions Incarnation, joining the battle!