Streams of light swept across the sky. Distinct Daluo auras surged through heaven and earth, sweeping in all directions and displaying their immense power.
Among them, the most imposing were undoubtedly the three Daoists of the Three Purities.
Taiqing Laozi was already at the Daluo Great Perfection realm.
Tongtian and Yuanshi were also at the late-stage Daluo realm.
One Daluo Great Perfection and two late-stage Daluos—in this Honghuang world where Hunyuan Golden Immortals did not exist and Quasi-Saints had yet to emerge, they were already an invincible trio.
The two Golden Crow brothers were not weak either, both possessing late-stage Daluo cultivation.
Especially Taiyi!
Holding an Innate Treasure—the Chaos Bell—which possessed both offensive and defensive perfection and could suppress the time and space of the cosmos, he was inherently invincible. Even against Taiqing Laozi, he would not falter.
He might not win, but he certainly wouldn't lose.
Honghuang's famous good-natured man, Hongyun, and Zhenyuanzi were at late-stage Daluo cultivation.
Nuwa and Fuxi, late-stage Daluo cultivation.
Kunpeng and Minghe, late-stage Daluo cultivation.
Zhunti and Jieyin, late-stage Daluo cultivation.
Queen Mother of the West and Duke of the East, late-stage Daluo cultivation.
Chang'xi and Xihe, late-stage Daluo cultivation.
Most of the Innate Sacred Beings who would become famous in the future were at late-stage Daluo.
The remainder were Innate Sacred Beings at mid-stage or even early-stage Daluo.
The Three Purities brothers were the first to arrive at the shattered innate grand array, but they were not the very first ones on the scene.
“Hmm?”
Taiqing Laozi frowned slightly as he looked at the dozen or so figures standing around the immortal vine, murmuring, “I didn't expect someone to arrive even faster than us.”
Tongtian took a look and said, “These should be the Ancestral Witches of the Wu tribe, transformed from Father God's essence blood. They share the same source as us as brothers. Besides, they reside at the foot of Mount Zhou, so it's only natural they were faster than us. However, that Daoist over there... I wonder what his connection to the Wu tribe is.”
Tongtian's gaze swept across the twelve Ancestral Witches before finally locking onto Xuanjian.
None of the twelve Ancestral Witches possessed cultivation, yet they exuded an extremely heavy malevolent air. Their blood qi burned as intensely as a solar furnace, making them easily recognizable as godlike yet demonic figures.
Yet, in Tongtian's perception, this Daoist actually possessed cultivation, and was even a Daluo Golden Immortal.
“How peculiar,” Tongtian remarked. “Rumor has it that the Ancestral Witches of the Wu tribe are inherently proud and particularly despise Essence Soul cultivators. Yet this Daoist can be so familiar with the twelve Ancestral Witches. Why is that?”
Beside them, Yuanshi Tianzun grew slightly displeased upon hearing Tongtian's earlier words and snorted coldly. “What 'brothers of the same source'? They are merely a bunch of brutes who possess nothing but brute strength, ignorant of the Heavenly Mandate, ignorant of the Great Dao, knowing nothing but fighting and killing.
“They are an utter disgrace to Father God's essence blood.”
Among the Three Purities, Taiqing embodied non-action, Shangqing was uninhibited and free-spirited, while Yuqing was aloof and severe, valuing etiquette and rules above all. The twelve Ancestral Witches' style of acting was virtually barbaric and tyrannical, practically eating raw meat and drinking blood, so they naturally displeased Yuqing.
It was not just the twelve Ancestral Witches—Yuqing disliked all wild creatures that could not control their true nature, acted recklessly, and disregarded rules.
“Second Brother,” Taiqing Laozi said, “say no more. As far as I know, the reason the twelve Ancestral Witches became like this is entirely due to the innate environment at their birth. The fault does not lie with them.”
“Mhm.”
The conversation among the Three Purities lasted only a few breaths.
Afterward, entities arrived one after another.
Golden Crows cried out as Solar True Fire scorched the sky. Amidst the sweeping golden flames, the majestically imposing Dijun and the domineering Taiyi descended, taking the form of Innate Dao Bodies.
Kunpeng soared at extreme speed. Black and white Innate Yin-Yang Qi enveloped Kunpeng's vast true body, until finally, a gloomy young man in a black-and-white Daoist robe stepped out from the Innate Yin-Yang Qi.
Havenly secrets swirled, and creation rotated.
The siblings Nuwa and Fuxi arrived together, descending slowly atop an Innate Treasure—the Qiankun Cauldron.
Zhenyuanzi had a Top-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure—the Membrane of the Earth, also known as the Book of the Earth—above his head, guiding himself and his good friend as they arrived.
Extreme Lunar Qi pervaded as flawless purity filled the sky. Silver moonlight cascaded down, and two cold, breathtakingly beautiful immortals arrived treading upon the moon.
Numerous Innate Sacred Beings and Daluo Golden Immortals all arrived at the scene. Their eyes turned in unison toward the location of the Innate Gourd Vine, their gazes burning with heat and hearts filled with shock.
“To think there are six embryonic Top-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasures! If one can obtain one and refine it even slightly, they can gain a powerful Top-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure!”
“That seventh gourd is clearly also an embryonic Top-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, but why is it smaller than the other six?”
“If I could obtain just one gourd, I would be thoroughly satisfied.”
“In your dreams! There are only seven gourds total. Just look at how many late-stage Daluos are present!”
“Exactly. We can only watch. If we rashly step in, we'll likely end up dead with our Dao destroyed.”
The Western duo was the first to become restless.
Zhunti spoke up in a clear voice, “Fellow Daoists, as everyone knows, our West is barren and cannot compare to the abundance of the East. We ask that you all give us some face and spare three gourds for our West.”
Zhunti's subtext was: Our West is poor, while your East is wealthy. You should humor us a bit, as if providing poverty relief.
“Three gourds? The skin on your faces is truly thick.”
Yuanshi Tianzun snorted lightly upon hearing this, scorning Zhunti's shameless behavior. Compounded by their previous weeping and wailing in Zixiao Palace, which disgraced the dignity of Daluo immortals, Yuanshi Tianzun disliked them even more.
“Our Three Purities lineage demands three gourds.”
Ignoring Zhunti's sour expression, Yuanshi Tianzun addressed the surrounding Daluo Golden Immortals, “Who agrees? Who opposes?”
The Daluo immortals remained silent.
Silence was consent.
The Three Purities were unequivocally top-tier Daluo powerhouses on the field!
Not only did their cultivation top all other Daluo immortals, but their origins, background, and spiritual treasures were second to none.
No one was willing to clash with the Three Purities.
The elegant Daoist Fuxi spoke up, “My sister and I require only one gourd.”
Asking for only one gourd made everyone feel somewhat better.
Dijun said, “My brother and I also require one gourd.”
Zhenyuanzi added, “The two of us as well.”
Everyone looked at Zhunti and Jieyin. Though no one spoke, the mockery in their expressions and eyes was self-evident.
Look at that—even these duos who are far stronger than you only asked for one gourd. Yet you two greedy brothers opened your mouths demanding three! Aren't you afraid of choking yourself to death?
Jieyin hastily changed his tune. “My brother and I require only one as well.”
“Give me, the Head of Male Immortals, some face.”
At this moment, Duke of the East—personally designated by the Dao Ancestor—stepped forward and said, “There are seven gourds here. Fellow Daoist Queen Mother of the West and I will each take one, and you can divide the remaining five among yourselves. How about it? Just consider it giving face to the Head of Male Immortals and the Head of Female Immortals.”
“Right, Fellow Daoist Queen Mother of the West?”
As he spoke, Duke of the East gestured toward Queen Mother of the West.
Queen Mother of the West was speechless.
Although Queen Mother of the West also wanted to obtain a Top-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure, she knew full well that their titles as Head of Male Immortals and Head of Female Immortals would not earn them concessions; instead, it would backfire and invite hostility.
Moreover, considering that the Dao Ancestor had already bestowed upon her a Top-Grade Innate Spiritual Treasure—the Purifying Water Basin—Queen Mother of the West's heart cleared. She shook her head and said, “No, I merely came to watch the commotion and have no intention of competing with everyone.”
“What?”
Duke of the East was dumbfounded.
The crowd nodded slightly, their perception of Queen Mother of the West improving.
Compared to Queen Mother of the West's tactfulness, Duke of the East was far too lacking in self-awareness.
“Hey, hey, hey!”
Just then, by the side of the immortal vine, Zhurong shouted annoyedly at the gathered Daluo Golden Immortals, “We Twelve Ancestral Witches have been standing here for half a day! Are you treating us like air?!”
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