An hour later.
The council ended.
Cao Cao flew alone toward the Ninth Heaven.
"It’s this chaotic?"
Stepping into the Origin World, Cao Cao glanced around and slightly furrowed his brows.
Chaotic!
Utterly chaotic!
Northern Emperor Dao State and East Victory Divine State were still fine, no turmoil yet, but the Western Holy State of the Teachings and the southern Dao States were miserable—powers of all sides contending, slaughter raging up to the heavens.
Thick, clotted blood mist piled upon the firmant, blocking out the sun.
Across the land, corpses lay everywhere, lingering with sky‑piercing pressure—one could tell they had all been overlords of their regions in life.
Death!
Death!
Nothing but death!
This was the true cosmic catastrophe!
"The Machine Race, Ghost Shadow Clan, Buddhist World, Taoist World, Weapon World..."
"And that group of white‑robed people holding instrunts, they should be from the Qin Sect. The powers of the myriad worlds have pretty much all gathered!"
Cao Cao stood atop the world’s firmant, overlooking the slaughter below, a hint of wicked smile on his face.
This chaotic age!
He liked it!
"I, Cao, though lacking in talent, am willing to follow His Majesty, to reclaim the rivers and mountains, to Recreate Heaven and Earth!"
Cao Cao took in the splendid rivers and mountains with a glance, burst into hearty laughter, and flew toward the Ancestor Hall.
An instant later, Cao Cao entered the Ancestor Hall and t the Human Ancestor.
At this mont, the Human Ancestor was even more withered, his face covered in age spots that only mortals had, exuding a dense aura of death; his body was emaciated, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.
"Greetings, senior!"
Cao Cao hesitated for a mont, then bowed respectfully.
Other than Qin Wudao, he wasn’t used to bowing to anyone—but the Human Ancestor was an exception, soone worth bending his back to salute.
"No need to be so polite."
The Human Ancestor sized Cao Cao up and down, and said with gratification, "In terms of strength, I should be calling you senior. With you here, even if I die right now, the human race will be worry‑free."
"Senior, you will not die."
Cao Cao smiled slightly, took out the Hongng Purple Qi from his personal space and placed it before the Human Ancestor, speaking softly, "His Majesty said this strand of Hongng Purple Qi is what you deserve."
The Human Ancestor’s body trembled; he stared at the Hongng Purple Qi with a face full of mixed emotions.
He had not expected this.
That the Qin Dynasty would give the Hongng Purple Qi to him.
You had to know, this was a thing for proving the Dao!
Once fused, one could possess Pre‑saint cultivation; given ti, one could even break through to the Dao Saint Realm.
"Senior, His Majesty and the human race are awaiting your good news!"
Looking at the dazed Human Ancestor, Cao Cao gave a slight bow; his body gradually faded and vanished.
In the empty great hall, the Human Ancestor only ca back to himself after a long while.
"This little fellow!"
"Since that’s the case, I’ll shelter the human race for a while longer!"
The Human Ancestor said with a smile. Without failing Qin Wudao’s good intentions, he waved his right hand and drew the Hongng Purple Qi into his body.
In an instant, the Human Ancestor’s withered fleshly body began to grow younger at a speed visible to the naked eye; the wrinkles and age spots on his face vanished, becoming smooth and rosy.
Within just a few breaths, he had returned to his previous appearance.
Immortal bearing, Daoist bones!
A transcendent temperant!
Boom!
Imdiately after, an aura far surpassing the early Pre‑saint Realm erupted from the Human Ancestor’s body—suprely terrifying, shattering the Void and suppressing all things.
The entire East Victory Divine State seed incomparably small in this mont.
"This is..."
The one‑ard old man, the Ancient Formation Emperor of Heaven, the Pill Fla Great Emperor, the Fate‑Sealing Great Emperor, and the other powerhouses of the Ancestor Hall all looked in unison toward the palace where the Human Ancestor was, utterly shocked.
What happened?
Why had the Human Ancestor’s aura beco even more terrifying?
Northern Emperor Dao State.
In the boiling Tanggu, Di Tian manifested his true body, like a blazing sun, standing atop the Fusang Tree, just about to absorb the Hongng Purple Qi.
All of a sudden, he jerked his head up and looked toward East Victory Divine State.
"The Human Ancestor’s aura?"
"Impossible, that old fellow’s days are numbered—how could he break through to mid Quasi‑Saint?"
Through endless ti and space, Di Tian saw the Human Ancestor in the midst of his breakthrough and couldn’t help exclaiming.
A terrifying Saint might spread from his body, causing Tanggu to explode, setting off waves a thousand‑fold high and annihilating vast stretches of Void.
"I understand now!"
"It’s the Hongng Purple Qi!"
"The Qin Dynasty gave the Hongng Purple Qi to the Human Ancestor!"
Very quickly, Di Tian reacted, his face full of horror as he roared in disbelief.
He couldn’t understand why the Qin Dynasty would give the Hongng Purple Qi to the Human Ancestor. Wouldn’t it be better to keep it for themselves to cultivate?
Why?
What was the reason?
"Hongng Purple Qi, condense!"
After pondering for a while, Di Tian withdrew his gaze, looked at the Hongng Purple Qi before him, and began fusing with it.
Very soon, an aura no weaker than the Human Ancestor’s burst out from his body, shooting straight into the Ninth Heaven, stirring endless winds and clouds, suppressing all things under heaven.
From afar, one would see that two pillars of light connecting heaven and earth had appeared on the firmant of the Origin World.
Boundless, endless pressure spread out from the pillars of light.
It made countless powerhouses across the myriad worlds feel a chill in their hearts—even the Buddha Lord, Dao Lord, An Tianxin, and other Quasi‑Saint experts felt enormous pressure.
"Mid Quasi‑Saint?"
"How can this be? Aren’t the human race and demon race the ones tribulated by the catastrophe? How could they advance to mid Quasi‑Saint faster than us?"
"In the Dao‑heritage epoch, shouldn’t we be the protagonists?"
The Buddha Lord, Dao Lord, the Hehuan Sect Master and others were all dumbfounded, their expressions extrely odd.
This felt as if the son of destiny had been beaten by a wild, off‑script protagonist.
Eternal Land.
Within the supre divine nation, An Tianxin’s willow brows knitted slightly. After pondering for a mont, she ordered coldly, "Pass down the command: the Eternal Nation will delay its ergence!"
At the Pre‑saint Realm, even a minor realm gap ant an enormous difference.
If she erged now, most likely she’d end up being pounded back into the Eternal Land by the Human Ancestor and Di Tian.
Edge of Heaven.
The ’Zhudao Army’ encampnt.
The ten mbers of the Zhudao Army looked toward the Ancestor Hall, smiles on their faces, nodding repeatedly.
"I didn’t expect Qin Wudao to give the Hongng Purple Qi to the Human Ancestor!"
One mber of the Zhudao Army said in surprise.
"Makes sense."
Not far away, beneath a tattered banner, Azure leaned against the flagpole and drawled lazily, "He is the human race’s Purple Tenuity Emperor Star. If he couldn’t even be grateful and repay favors, he likely wouldn’t have made it this far."
...
"Damn it!"
"The heavenly secrets are completely in chaos!"
"The anomaly! We must slay this anomaly and drag the heavenly secrets back onto the proper track!"
In the depths of the Chaos World, within the Purple Mist Palace where heavenly thunder rampaged, an angry, supre voice rang out, tearing through endless ti and space.
Countless bolts of heavenly thunder trembled, shivering in fear.
In the palace, a supre figure sat cross‑legged, Dao power surging, as if he were the source of the three thousand Great Daos, emanating a strength that could not be described with words.
His fingers pinched and calculated; the Great Dao of Destiny manifested between his fingertips as he deduced everything under heaven.
Originally, in his plan, the human race and demon race should have already fallen into decline during the first "Galactic War," thus opening the prelude to the Dao‑heritage cosmic catastrophe.
But up to now, the human race and demon race still existed, and they were crushing the tribulation‑bearing races.
A mont later.
A na appeared between the supre figure’s fingers.
It was—Qin Wudao!
"With the strength of the myriad worlds, he can no longer be killed. It seems I must find a way to destroy the barrier."
Gazing at that na, the supre figure muttered to himself; Dao‑light flashed in his eyes as he waved his right hand lightly, shooting out a streak of flowing light bearing a decree, which passed through two layers of barriers and landed deep within the myriad worlds.
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