Xuanhuang Universe.
This peculiar ti and space, briefly established by Taishi's Great Power and reversed in ti by the Daoist Ancestor's Divine Skills, finally dissipated like a dream with Hong Jun's words, "What do I have to fear?"
The Xuanhuang Ancestor Qi that enveloped the four Supres receded like a tide, revealing the primordial grayness of Chaos.
Daoist Hongjun gave Xuanqing a deep look, his expression complex and difficult to read, containing joy, apprehension, admiration, and a hint of... fear?
Xuanqing's smile didn't diminish as he nodded and said, "In a hundred thousand years, I, Taiwei, will humbly await the grand arrival of the Daoist Ancestor at the foot of Buzhou Mountain. Just hope that by then, Daoist, you will be well-prepared, and your ans fully deployed, so there will be no need for... hmm, 'Returning to Heaven and Returning to the Sun', to adjust your state."
His tone was gentle, as if it were just a friendly reminder.
But the hidden mockery in his words made Hongjun's eye twitch slightly.
"The Heavenly Emperor's ans are endless, with Divine Skills beyond comprehension, and Spiritual Treasures unfathomable. This old Daoist will of course give it his all, not daring to slack in the slightest," Hongjun responded.
These were his sincere words; Xuanqing's thods and way of thinking truly exceeded his conventional understanding of a Da Luo powerhouse.
Beside him, Yang i Daoist seed to have just returned from a philosophical contemplation of "I was pregnant but wasn't pregnant."
Upon hearing their conversation, he subconsciously muttered softly, "As long as... as long as those strange things aren't brought out again..."
Before the words were finished, he was swept by Xuanqing's ambiguous gaze, and Yang i imdiately ceased speaking and instinctively stepped back two steps.
It was evident that the earlier situation had left quite an impact on him.
"In that case, let us part ways!" Hongjun said no more, flicked his sleeve, and a portal shining with Pure Immortal Light, looking extrely normal, opened.
He stepped in first, with Yang i following closely.
Before leaving, Yang i didn't forget to glance back quickly at Xuanqing's sleeve with a lingering fear, worried that sothing "surprising" might fly out from inside.
He said no more, only nodding slightly to Yang i Daoist. With a flicker, their figures vanished into the void, disappearing without a trace. However, Yang i Daoist's subconscious stroke of his abdon before leaving, his hand quickly retracting, was caught by the sharp-eyed Luo Hou.
At this ti, elsewhere, the battle had also subsided.
Nuwa, Wang Shu, and others returned behind Xuanqing.
anwhile, the Three Pure Ones, Yin Yang, and Turquoise Pool, among other powerful figures of the Immortal Dao, seeing Hongjun and Yang i retreat, also withdrew their Divine Skills, though their gazes towards Taiwei's side held a touch of peculiarity.
[Did the Daoist Ancestor win or not?]
They couldn't see or hear anything within the Xuanhuang Universe.
Logically, the battle of the Three Races should be over, with the three Ancestors gone, the Daoist Ancestor should have won.
But why did he leave in such a hurry just now?
Or was it just our illusion?
The Turquoise Pool specifically gave the Three Pure Ones a glance, her expression filled with the grievance of "you guys throwing fake matches without giving a heads-up."
The Three Pure Ones then looked on, seemingly profound, with a face saying "I gave it my all just now."
"Let's go!"
With a slight sigh, the Turquoise Pool transford into streams of light with the Three Pure Ones and Yin Yang Daoist and left.
"Your Majesty!" Nuwa and others stepped forward to salute.
Xuanqing waved his hand, his gaze passing through Chaos, focusing on the now completely out-of-control Primordial battlefield: "Hongjun has accepted the hundred thousand years agreent, temporarily marking a pause in the conflict between our two Daoist lineages."
"Fellow Daoists, first follow down for a look, and afterwards, let's return to the Taiwei Constellation."
"After this turmoil, we also need a good 'summary' of the events."
He intentionally emphasized the word "summary," causing Luo Hou's heart to skip again.
He had just abandoned the Taiwei Heavenly Emperor and fled on his own!
The Heavenly Emperor wouldn't settle scores later, would he?
[He wouldn't, he wouldn't, the Heavenly Emperor is large-hearted, he definitely wouldn't do such a thing.]
[Besides, ti has already been reversed, abandoning the Heavenly Emperor didn't really happen!] Luo Hou steadied his mind, comforting himself in this way.
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In the Chaotic Void, the symphony of blood and fire was reaching its crescendo.
The aftermath of Yuan Huang's self-detonation was still raging, and the fall of the Ancestor Dragon and the Primordial Qilin completely ignited this upheaval sweeping through the heavens and earth.
"Quick! Run! Those crazy birds are catching up!"
The Wu Ji God Monarch, Fu Xi, had lost all dignity, with a few locks of his flowing hair singed and several tears in his magic robe.
Carrying the mountain-sized remains of the Primordial Qilin on his shoulders, the Eight Diagram Rune beneath his feet flickered as he reached the peak of his speed.
He not only had to evade the indiscriminate attacks from the Phoenix Clan but also be wary of other Primordial Sacred trying to capitalize on the chaos to seize the Qilin Clan's Qi Fortune.
He even had to ntally calculate if he might step into a trap laid by so "fishern," to avoid misstepping.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, you must hold on!"
In the Dragon Clan's camp, the Gui Chancellor was taking quick strides at a pace incongruous with his size, holding the massive Ancestor Dragon's corpse as he retreated rapidly.
He enlarged his turtle shell to its limit, tightly guarding the dragon's body, the shell already burned with several charred pits by the Southern Ming Li Fire, causing him to sob in pain.
Yet he continued commanding various powerful figures of the Dragon Clan to form a formation and break through.
"Chancellor, you go first!" Azure Dragon and Ying Long led the Dragon Gods to withstand the counterattack from the other two races.
The various Hall Masters of the Main Temple protected the young generation of the Dragon Clan, forming a moving "seafood wall," arduously retreating towards the East Sea.
"Kill! Avenge His Majesty Yuan Huang!!"
The Phoenix Clan's assault grew even more violent.
Elder Vermilion Bird was engulfed in flas, his eyes crimson with fury.
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