UGB Chapter 18: Forcing Hongjun to Retreat
Chapter 18: Forcing Hongjun to Retreat
Wuchen's figure moved like a streak of light, instantly standing in front of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, and the purifying divine light surrounding his body suddenly surged.
The purifying divine light swept towards Hongjun's great handprint of rules like a tidal wave.
Wherever the divine light passed, the great hand of rules melted away inch by inch, and the handprint containing the great power of the saint was cleansed in an instant.
Not even a trace of the rules remained; they dissipated into the void.
Wuchen stood with his eyes lowered, his brows furrowed indifferently, yet a hint of undisguised contempt surfaced on his face, and the sarcasm in his tone pierced the void like an ice blade.
"A dignified Heavenly Dao Saint, yet his vision is so narrow. He bullies juniors of the Great Luo realm with his cultivation. Hongjun, you really have no shame at all."
The power of rules surged around Hongjun, and his originally peaceful aura instantly became sharp as a knife.
His eyes, which had seen through eternity, were now so sharp they seemed to pierce through the chaos, and his voice, transmitted from afar, carried an undeniable authority and anger.
"Danyangzi, do you really think I can't do anything to you?"
Upon hearing this, Wuchen showed no fear whatsoever; instead, a faint sense of composure and a smile appeared on his face.
His tone was calm, yet laced with sarcasm, each word clearly reaching Hongjun's ears.
"First of all, I am Venerable Wuchen, a dignified Heavenly Dao Saint, yet you cannot even see through my false body, and you still dare to speak so arrogantly here."
He paused, then looked up at Hongjun, his tone even more sarcastic.
"Secondly, if you have any other abilities, just use them. There's no need to make a show of it or put on a show of bravado."
"Especially spiritual treasures, the more the better. Even if I don't need them, I can give them away."
Upon hearing this, Hongjun could no longer contain himself, and his boundless rage erupted, causing the celestial phenomena to change accordingly.
Dark, oppressive clouds blanketed the entire primordial world, suffocating all living beings within.
"Oh!"
"If he truly possessed such extraordinary abilities, he wouldn't have dawdled and dragged things out until we arrived at the battlefield, only to find that we were still unable to do anything to the Venerable One."
Dijiang's words were like needles, piercing Hongjun's face.
"hehe……"
Hongjun chuckled inexplicably, but there was no warmth in his laughter, only endless humiliation and coldness.
A dignified Heavenly Saint was made to look so pathetic by a few juniors.
The loss of face today cannot be recovered with a few verbal exchanges; doing so would only make us a laughingstock.
"Well done, Wuchen! Well done, Wuzu! We'll see about that."
Hongjun's smile gradually faded, and the aura of rules surrounding him dimmed slightly. His sharp gaze was fixed on Wuchen.
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished.
Chaos is a state in which all concepts such as time and space have not yet been born. Even a Great Immortal can only fly in chaos by using escape techniques.
So much so that the battle within the primordial world had ended, but the Three Pure Ones and others had not yet broken out of the chaos.
Before they could react, an irresistible force of rules enveloped them, and then they returned to Zixiao Palace.
And it wasn't outside Zixiao Palace, but inside Zixiao Palace.
Whether it's the Three Pure Ones and others, the innate great beings still searching for Zixiao Palace in the chaos, or even the two previously forgotten guides.
They were all taken to the Zixiao Palace by Hongjun.
The six—Sanqing, Nuwa, Jieyin, and Zhunti—sat directly on six prayer cushions, skipping the scene of vying for seats.
After a series of unexpected events, Hongjun had lost all patience.
Upon seeing this, Laozi, Tongtian, and Nuwa's expressions immediately darkened, but sensing the oppressive aura emanating from Hongjun, they dared not say anything more.
"Saint..."
"Um?"
Jieyin and Zhunti were completely bewildered. They wanted to say something, but were stopped by Hongjun's cold gaze.
"This sermon will last for three centuries; I urge you to listen attentively."
Hongjun sat upright on the high platform, surrounded by a rich aura of the Heavenly Dao. His tone was cold and indifferent, without a trace of extra emotion.
"road!"
Hongjun began with the word "Dao," and every word he uttered afterward ceased to be a written form, but rather a manifestation of the laws, like the sound of the Great Dao.
Inside the Purple Cloud Palace, flowers rained down from the sky and golden lotuses sprang from the ground.
Laozi, Tongtian, and Nuwa subconsciously shut down their five senses, refusing to hear the Dao, but they could not stop the Daoist sounds from entering their minds.
The three of them gradually succumbed to depravity.
Hongjun's first sermon was not profound; he began with the Celestial Immortal Realm and then provided an analytical explanation of each subsequent realm.
While helping the three thousand mortals stabilize their cultivation, it also set the tone for each realm.
Thus, the primordial world was divided into realms such as Celestial Immortal, True Immortal, and Golden Immortal, breaking away from the barbaric era where magical power and cultivation determined superiority.
When he spoke of the Great Luo Realm, the cultivation level of the Three Thousand Mortals began to steadily rise.
……
The Primordial Era, Fangzhang Island.
Having gained the ability to protect himself, Wuchen finally returned to his dojo, and the twelve ancestral witches, including Dijiang, also came to Fangzhang Island.
In the center of the island.
With a wave of his hand, Wuchen unleashed the power of the rules, causing various innate and acquired minerals to emerge from the soil and gradually condense into a magnificent palace.
The palace landed.
Three powerful, rhythmic characters, exuding a sense of order and elegance, appeared on the horizontal plaque of the palace.
Dustless Palace!
Wuchen was too lazy to think of a name, so he simply used his Daoist title as his name.
Enter the Dustless Palace.
The palace's dome is nine hundred feet high, supported by no beams or pillars, and its white jade walls are covered with inscriptions full of Taoist charm.
At the end of the main hall is a nine-tiered platform, and the entire palace is completely empty.
Wuchen took a step forward, and his figure appeared on the high platform. The illusory image of the green lotus condensed beneath him, lifting him into the air.
Then he waved his sleeve, and twelve prayer mats solidified below.
"please!"
Wuchen gestured, and Dijiang and the others returned the greeting before taking their seats on the twelve prayer cushions.
"You all need to be careful now. Hongjun will definitely not let the Wu Clan go, and I am powerless against him now."
However, I can guarantee that he will not personally intervene.
Although Hongjun is currently unable to subdue Wuchen, this may change once he merges with the Dao and gains the authority of the Heavenly Dao.
Wuchen was not confident that he could break through to the Dao Lord level before Hongjun merged with the Dao.
Therefore, the restoration of the earth's way is crucial for Houtu to prove the Dao.
Only when Houtu proves her Dao and awakens the Earthly Dao can she truly contend with Hongjun, the representative of the Heavenly Dao.
Now Wuchen is helping the Wu Clan, and after Houtu attains enlightenment and the underground passage is restored, it will be the Wu Clan's turn to protect him.
The relationship between the two parties is reciprocal.
Dijiang cupped his hands and said, "Your words are enough. Looking across the entire prehistoric world, apart from Hongjun, my Wu clan fears no one."
Wuchen nodded slightly, agreeing with what the other party said.
With the Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation, the Wu Clan, capable of summoning the Dharma Image of Pangu, truly fears no one except Hongjun.
"Next, I will preach to you, and I hope you will gain something from it."
The Dao that Wuchen comprehended largely overlapped with that of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, so it wouldn't be difficult for him to help some of them reach the peak of the Great Luo realm.