Chapter 34 Hongjun Becomes a Saint
Fortunately, although Chang Hao and Hongjun were trapped in the Demon Realm created by Luo Hou, they were unaware of the tremendous changes that had occurred in the primordial world overnight.
However, neither of them were ordinary people. Chang Hao's sensitivity to aura was unmatched; and Hongjun was well aware of Luo Hou's abilities. The Heavenly Dao abandoned the three races so decisively that it was impossible to see the previous favor shown to him.
Rahu was tricked by the Heavenly Dao, and the three races came to an end. In the midst of his exhilaration, Rahu's demonic energy suddenly stagnated. This anomaly, in the eyes of the two, was a signal that they had turned defeat into victory.
Chang Hao immediately poured all his magical power into the Chaos Bell, grasped the operating rules of the formation's life gate calculated during his inspiration burst, and used the Chaos Bell to open the way. With a resounding bell, the sound reached the heavens and the earth, and he actually broke out of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation. He then turned around and attacked the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation from the outside.
Hongjun immediately understood and acted almost simultaneously with Changhao. The Pangu Banner and the Taiji Diagram attacked and defended respectively, concentrating all their power on one point to coordinate with Changhao from the inside and outside, working in perfect harmony.
With a deafening roar, Hongjun tore through the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation and violently broke free, simultaneously taking away the Immortal Slaughtering Formation Diagram.
Chang Hao was already at his limit. He gritted his teeth and mobilized the Black Lotus of Annihilation to release power that he could not absorb or digest. He used the opponent's own spear against the opponent's shield. The Four Swords of Zhuxian could not withstand this blow and fell into the void.
Chang Hao also lost all his magical power and fell from the clouds. The Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag in the Purple Mansion flashed and teleported Chang Hao back to the prehistoric land.
Luo Hou looked down in disbelief as his body exploded, golden blood splattering across the dark soil he had named the Demon Realm. What kind of move was this? It was clearly his power, yet it had severely injured him instead.
He had never heard of anything that could be broken by its own strength.
Staring blankly at the cold, somber earth, black plants sprouted, slowly climbing up his body, absorbing his blood, flesh, soul... and even strengthening themselves.
Luo Hou's pupils contracted. He had no intention of sacrificing himself to become another Pangu. The Demon Realm was merely a means for him to achieve his goals. How dare they harbor such delusions as to hope to achieve rebirth by stepping on his corpse? Absolutely not!
With a thought, Rahu destroyed the life force generated by this land and collected the scattered power...
"No one can take my life..." Luo Hou slowly wiped the blood from his face, stared at the blood on his fingertips, and swallowed it. "The Immortal Execution Sword..."
Hongjun smiled faintly, then opened his palm. A flash of light appeared, and four long swords emerged. What else could they be but the Four Swords of Zhuxian?
Another flash of light appeared, revealing that Hongjun had controlled Luo Hou and forced him to offer up the God-Slaying Spear.
"You're despicable!" Luo Hou was furious. He could have withstood Hongjun's move when he was at his peak, but now, he was half-dead, and Hongjun still used this move. How insulting and frustrating!
"You're only allowed to act this way when you're in trouble. Don't forget who the real master is." Hongjun stared at the rebellious Rahu, utterly bewildered. This was his evil corpse, why did it harbor such malice towards him? His good corpse and his true self were like his puppets…
"This farce ends here." Hongjun's eyes were indifferent, devoid of any emotion, and his former annoyance towards Luo Hou had vanished without a trace.
Hongjun made up his mind to absorb Luo Hou back, even if his strength regressed and his foundation was damaged, Luo Hou would still be a part of Hongjun's power.
If things don't work out, then seal it away permanently. He thinks Zixiao Palace is a good option.
With the situation hopeless, Luo Hou's heart clenched. He didn't want to return to Hongjun's soul. He was a free being, not a negative emotion that Hongjun had discarded.
Luo Hou stopped attacking and switched to defense. He looked at Hongjun strangely and made a decision: becoming a Heavenly Dao Saint was much easier than becoming a Great Dao Saint.
He suddenly spoke up: "By the will of Heaven, I am Rahu..."
Hongjun's pupils contracted. He truly hadn't expected that the arrogant Rahu would voluntarily become a sage under the Heavenly Dao.
Raising the God-Slaying Spear, he aimed straight at Rahu's Purple Mansion, attempting to reduce him to dust. Rahu, how despicable!
"Now I create a new world, born from the primordial chaos, to complete the primordial chaos. From this day forward, the Dao will decline and the demons will rise, and the Dao will decline and the Dao will grow. From this day forward, I am the Demon Ancestor..."
Luo Hou's mouth moved rapidly, his face full of smiles. No matter how fast Hongjun acted, he still had time to say those words.
Satisfied as he watched himself vanish into nothingness, he died, yet he was alive again, though he could never leave the Demon Realm again.
Unfortunately, Chang Hao, that scoundrel, wasn't very capable, but he was full of tricks and managed to slip away long ago, much to Chang Hao's chagrin.
If they were still in the Demon Realm, they wouldn't need to leave; they could stay and keep him company.
Hongjun had dealt with Luo Hou, but it wasn't perfect. Even as his own strength steadily increased, he felt Luo Hou's complete freedom, and his expression remained grim.
"I've finally won against you once," Luo Hou said, his body now just a condensed soul, yet still an immortal saint who could never step out of the Demon Realm again in this lifetime. "By the way, that Chang Hao, with his exceptional beauty and talent, I am very tempted. I will wait for him in the Demon Realm every moment until the day he falls into demonic ways."
All the troubles Hongjun had in his life were caused by the person before him. "You are always so fickle. You went to great lengths to communicate with me through your soul and transfer the Jade Disc of Creation into me. Now, you've slapped yourself in the face and become my subordinate. If only I had known this would happen..."
It would have been better to have accepted it in the first place. It's a harmful and pointless item. Hongjun couldn't understand how he could have such a wicked corpse. It's despicable and hateful.
"If only I had known this would happen!" Luo Hou said with amusement. "Seeing you so frustrated and speechless makes me happy."
Hongjun glanced at Luo Hou with a complicated expression, but he couldn't care less about Luo Hou at the moment and immediately returned to the prehistoric world.
Before Luo Hou could even rejoice, he discovered that the entire Demon Realm had been sealed away by Hongjun, and he couldn't even send out clones. His wishful thinking had been thwarted once again... let alone causing trouble in the prehistoric world...
As soon as Hongjun's foot touched the primordial earth, purple qi came from the east for thirty thousand miles, auspicious qi abounded, merit followed, golden lotuses fell to the ground, heavenly flowers surged, the sun and moon shone together, and the three thousand great Daos manifested.
Amidst the extraordinary phenomena of heaven and earth, Hongjun attained sainthood.
When a sage attains sainthood, auspicious omens descend from the heavens, and purple qi arrives from the east. A terrifying pressure descends from the thirty-third heaven, causing countless people to kneel, but only a handful of people withstand it through sheer willpower.
"Lying high above the nine heavens, on my futon I attain the Dao. Beyond the mysteries of heaven and earth, I shall be the supreme master." Hongjun wearily announced to the prehistoric world that there was a Rahu who had tricked him. He was now completely bound to the prehistoric world, and from then on, their fates would be intertwined.
"I am Hongjun, and I have now become a saint. Three thousand years from now, I will expound the Great Dao to all living beings in the Zixiao Palace outside the Thirty-Three Heavens. Those who are destined may come." Hongjun took this opportunity to announce this to the entire prehistoric world, so as to pass on the Dao lineage.
Chang Hao lay half-dead on Lishan Mountain, with the Cangmin Sword stuck beside him. During this war between the three races, all the cultivators had closed their caves, and no Nuwa came to pick him up.
Fortunately, the matter of Rahu came to an end, and the Heavenly Dao generously bestowed a large amount of merit. In an instant, Chang Hao was healed and returned to full health as a Great Luo Golden Immortal. His merit was more than one level higher than before. The damaged Cangmin Sword also became a merit treasure at this time. Although it was not as good as the innate merit treasure, it was almost the same.
If Chang Hao were to obtain a wisp of Primordial Purple Qi at this moment, it would be no exaggeration to say that, if he wished, he could learn the techniques of the Three Pure Ones and become a saint.
Before Chang Hao could even feel happy, he was stunned by the oppressive force. If he had struggled and managed to escape with his life against Luo Hou, he would have been completely overwhelmed.
Faced with the owner of this oppressive aura, Chang Hao only wanted to lie down, as he had no chance of winning whatsoever.
"Is this the power of a sage?" Chang Hao murmured to himself, "How does one become a sage?"
Prove the Way!
Where does his path lie?
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