Qing Xuan started, and said, "Fellow Daoist Tower Spirit, it has been a long time since we last met."
The Tower Spirit smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Qing Xuan, are you willing to pursue the profound mysteries of derivation with me?"
Qing Xuan sighed and said, "Although I am willing, I no longer have the time."
The Tower Spirit looked at Qing Ling and asked with a smile, "Fellow Daoist, are you willing to give him, and yourself, another life?"
I, in my primordial state, nodded and pointed at Qing Xuan, a wisp of true spirit flying out and merging into the ancient tower.
The ancient tower chuckled and said, "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Qing Ling.
Fellow Daoist Qing Xuan, my achievements in the next life will be on your shoulders!"
A river of time and space appeared above the ancient tower, carrying the wisp of Qing Xuan's true spirit into it, drifting aimlessly. Perhaps in the future, at some point in the endless years, or perhaps in worlds of different times and spaces, they would live out their own splendid lives. Qing Xuan would no longer be a clone, but simply Qing Xuan.
(For Qing Xuan's future story, please move to "Primordial World: The Green Snake Only Wants to Cultivate Immortality" to experience his own life!)
I, in my primordial state, merged with my future self into one, deriving into my body. The world evolved, and my world power gained the ability to create life.
My aura, in its primordial state, surged violently. The boundless spiritual energy of the Primordial World poured into me like a torrent. I stepped into the realm of magical power at the thirty-second heaven.
In Kunlun, Yuanshi Tianzun's face was shocked. He exclaimed, "Impossible! How can you have a clone that is comparable to your main body?"
It was not unusual for a supreme powerful being to have many clones, but it was truly impossible to have one whose strength was close to, almost equal to, the main body.
Even for saints, their incarnations only possessed one-third of their main body's strength.
Qing Ling smiled and said, "It is not a clone, but two 'me'."
Yuanshi's expression became extremely solemn. "A twin-bodied physique, a truly brilliant calculation!
I believe myself to be meticulous in my planning, yet I never imagined that all my calculations were within your schemes!
Well done, Master of the Eastern Wasteland! Well done, ancient mighty one!"
Qing Ling stood up, stepped out of the situation, and bowed, "Thank you, Saint, for letting me win!"
Outside the chess game, I, in my primordial state, arrived at Duguan. The faces of all the Ancestral Witches were shocked and incredulous.
They could not imagine that Qing Ling could emerge from Kunlun!
My face, in its primordial state, was neither happy nor sad. I looked at the assembled witches and extended my hand, fully activating the power of Jianmu. The layers of the thirty-second heaven were superimposed on the Ancestral Witches, as if they were carrying the weight of Mount Buzhou.
The six Ancestral Witches understood in their hearts that they had already lost today and should retreat quickly!
But since I, in my primordial state, had arrived, I would not let them leave as they pleased.
I reached out and covered them, and worlds of various sizes descended. The Ancestral Witches bore more and more worlds, heavier and heavier. Their steps became increasingly difficult to take, and their majestic true bodies of Ancestral Witches gradually shrank, restrained by the terrifying power of suppression.
Although I, in my primordial state, had no realm and no divine abilities, with Jianmu and the Primordial Golden Dou that naturally suited me in my hands, I had the opportune moment and geographical advantage. Even fighting against six, I crushed the current Ancestral Witches.
At the top of Jianmu, the ten Golden Immortals quickly fled. The Qingyun Golden Lantern led the way, a manifestation of a saint's dharma. All the Great Luo immortals hesitated. Saints were not to be offended.
I, in my primordial state, saw this and waved my hand expressionlessly. A vast golden light descended, enveloping the ten Golden Immortals.
Chi Jingzi quickly shouted, "Senior, we are disciples of the Chan Sect Saint. Please consider..."
"Go in," I said indifferently, in my primordial state. With a wave of my sleeve, the Primordial Golden Dou captured ten of the twelve Golden Immortals.
"Saint's disciples?" I mused in my primordial state, "The majesty of a saint makes even Jianmu have to detour."
The four guardians exchanged glances. How had their Dao Master become so different today?
However, they still bowed a thousand times and said, "Welcome back, Dao Master!"
I, in my primordial state, nodded slightly, "Get up."
Then, I no longer looked at the Ancestral Witches at my feet but looked at the nine races on Jianmu in the sky.
I, in my primordial state, pointed at the stars, and the magic power within me surged madly. The cosmic star array began to operate, and a thousand strands of starlight descended from the top of Jianmu onto the members of the nine races. The power of the great star shift array moved the members of the nine races away one by one.
Primordial chaos, starlight surged, and the demon realm opened.
Nuwa was stunned for a moment. She scanned the Primordial World with her divine sense and understood the situation. She raised her hand and unfurled the Shanhe Sheji Map. The endless world of creation and destruction collected the nine races and placed them in the demon realm, hidden beneath Wa Huang Palace.
Tai Qing was surprised and said, "Fellow Daoist Nuwa, what world is beneath Wa Huang Palace?"
Nuwa raised her eyebrows and said, "Naturally, it is the demon realm created by this saint!
If Fellow Daoist Tai Qing is interested, why not go in and take a look, and perhaps give me some pointers?"
Tai Qing's eyelids twitched. "No one in the Primordial World can compare to your Great Dao of Creation, Fellow Daoist Nuwa. I naturally admire you."
Nuwa's smile deepened. "Fellow Daoist Tai Qing, are you really not going in for a look? I am giving you an opportunity today, and you do not take it. In the future, the fate of the demon realm will not be for you to dictate."
Tai Qing was stunned, hesitating whether to risk entering the demon realm. If it were before this battle, he would have unhesitatingly wanted to see it. But Nuwa had overturned his understanding, and he, the saint with the strongest defense among the Five Saints, had lost confidence.
Just as Tai Qing was distracted, Nuwa's jade palm swiftly reached into the Primordial World, transforming into an immeasurable giant palm that covered the sky and pressed down on half of the Primordial World's sky. With a sweeping motion, she struck at the three Ancestral Witches, Kuai Liang, Xi Zi, and Tian Wu.
The three Ancestral Witches were greatly alarmed. Before they could react, they were violently sent flying by this palm, spitting blood uncontrollably. Their true bodies of Ancestral Witches could no longer support them, and they were sent flying for an unknown number of trillion miles!
This palm strike filled all living beings with fear and made all demons marvel and submit. This palm strike sent the three Ancestral Witches from the northeast of the Primordial World directly to the southwest!
Zhunti, who was in the eastern and western borders, saw this and could only helplessly intervene. The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree extended three branches, sending the three of them out of the Western lands.
He did not want these scourges to come to the West.
Tong Tian saw this and teased, "Fellow Daoist Zhunti, do you not always say that all beings can be saved? Why is it that when the Ancestral Witches of the Wu clan come to the West, you not only do not save them but send them away?"
Zhunti's mouth twitched. "Amitabha! Fellow Daoist, you jest. All beings can be saved, but the Wu clan cannot."
"Oh? And why is that?" Tong Tian asked with a smile.
Zhunti sighed. "My Buddhist sect seeks a Buddha-heart. All wisdom is in the heart.
In the hearts of the Wu clan, there are only Pangu and the Twelve Ancestral Witches. There is no room for the Buddhas of the West."
Tong Tian heard this and laughed, "Since the victory and defeat have been decided, there is no need for us to dally here any longer. However, this victory and defeat has exceeded my expectations."
Zhunti smiled and said, "It has indeed exceeded my expectations."
Tong Tian cupped his hands in a bow and smiled as he rode his sword back to Biyou. He traveled for hundreds of billions of miles, his Qingping sword not near water, and the Daoist had already returned far away.
Zhunti smiled like a spring breeze and chanted a Buddhist name, "Amitabha! Amitabha! With the defeat of the Wu clan, their destiny will soon be exhausted."
On Mount Sumeru in the West, Jie Yin sighed, "What a pity for the suffering of all beings. What sins have all beings committed? The ten suns have also committed sins. But Tian Wu spoke a very important truth."
Yao Shi, who was by his side, asked, "Teacher, what words do you refer to?"
"As the son of Xi He, the Crown Prince of the Demon Clan, they were born to die!
What a pity! How fair is the Heavenly Dao?" Jie Yin sighed regretfully, causing Yao Shi's heart to fill with sadness, and his face also showed some of Jie Yin's melancholy.
This formed a sharp contrast with Maitreya, who stood by his side, seemingly carefree and only smiling.
In the East Sea, in the River of Time, Huang Long, the Ancestral Patriarch, flipped his hand and took out an object, throwing it into the air. A majestic dragon's roar suddenly resounded, and a five-clawed golden dragon coiled in the sky, standing above Huang Long, the Ancestral Patriarch.
Huang Long roared, "Zhulong! The Seal of Ten Thousand Dragons is here, withdraw!"
Zhu Jiuyin said coldly, "I am Zhujiuyin, an Ancestral Witch of the Wu clan, do not..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Jiuyin, within the golden light, was already dizzy and confused. Countless fleeting memories flashed through his mind.
He was extremely shocked and bewildered by the change in his entire worldview. Zhu Jiuyin instantly retreated and returned to the Ancestral Witch Hall.
Huang Long, the Ancestral Patriarch, sighed and said, "Alas! In the end, I must repay the karma owed to the Wu clan!"
In the Underworld, above the Sea of Blood, Ming He waved his hand and released the Yuan Tu and Abi twin swords, striking at Guang Chengzi with the supreme treasure of the way of killing.
Guang Chengzi's face changed greatly, and he quickly wielded the Pangu Banner.
The Pangu Banner moved, and a strand of chaotic sword energy divided heaven and earth, slashing directly at the twin swords. Ming He roared in anger, and trillions of sword lights met that strand of chaotic sword energy. The void collapsed, and the Underworld trembled.
Suddenly, clouds arose in the sky, and divine fire descended from the clouds, burning all things without ceasing and trapping Guang Chengzi.
Guang Chengzi was extremely vigilant. He shook the Pangu Banner again, and a chaotic sword energy emerged, extinguishing all the fires and dispersing the clouds.
A god stood faintly in the sky above the netherworld, his wounds completely healed as the clouds closed.
Guang Chengzi felt a sense of retreat and turned to leave.
But at this moment, from the depths of the Underworld, a terrifying and strange sound came, "A mere junior, daring to offend my Underworld, leave behind!"
A ghost claw as black as ink emerged, containing the most terrifying death aura in heaven and earth. Guang Chengzi felt the aura of death. He would die!
Without hesitation, he shook the Pangu Banner one last time, and the chaotic sword energy shattered the ghost claw.
In Fengdu City, the Ghost Ancestor cried out in pain, his retrieved hand showing a bone-deep wound.
Guang Chengzi, seeing the ghost claw retreat, felt a moment of relief and quickly fled. He did not want to stay in this Underworld for a single moment longer.
Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly heard the sound of iron chains. Two cold energies came from front and back.
Heaven and earth suddenly darkened, and a misty fog rose. In the swirling mist, a short black figure holding an iron chain walked out, and behind him, a tall and thin figure holding a pure white long staff approached.
Their long tongues were extended. The three-foot-long tongue of the short black figure even reached the ground, with the words "The Wicked Ghost Reaps Souls" written on it.
The three-foot-long blood-red tongue of the tall and thin figure had the words "Impermanence Claims Life" written on it.
Guang Chengzi could not help but feel fear. He had fallen into the illusionary realm of impermanence of the black and white impermanence, and he watched helplessly as the terrifying soul-reaping and life-claiming impermanence walked towards him with a sinister smile...
Outside Wuzhuangguan, Yun Zhongzi knew that the general trend was lost. He bowed to Immortal Zhenyuan and said, "I have offended you greatly before. It was truly my master's order that I could not disobey. I beg you to forgive this junior!"
Zhenyuanzi looked at him and said coldly, "Only this once. Go."
Yun Zhongzi thanked him again with gratitude and then turned to leave.