Chapter 28 The Shattered West
Seeing that Hongjun did not enter the formation, Luo Hou did not force him. The two fought fiercely from Guixu all the way to the Western Spirit Mountain. Along the way, they destroyed countless spiritual veins. The West was not as blessed with outstanding people and spiritual energy as the East, and this only made things worse.
Faced with Rahu's fierce attacks, Hongjun realized that he had not become a saint and could not keep spiritual energy flowing indefinitely. Although Rahu had not become a saint, he had calamity energy that provided him with a continuous supply of spiritual energy, or what could be called demonic energy.
Luo Hou could no longer hide his smile. When the God-Slaying Spear pierced through Hongjun's body, he beamed with joy, transforming from a gloomy youth into a cheerful and sunny one, with even the strands of his hair radiating happiness.
“Pangu Banner, Taiji Diagram,” Luo Hou’s eyes lit up. Hongjun was quite good at finding them. By gathering three innate spiritual treasures, he could recreate the Heaven-Opening Axe. Not to mention the prehistoric world, even outside of it, no one could rival him.
After another violent collision, Hongjun gently touched the slightly trembling Taiji diagram. The Taiji diagram is best at using softness to overcome hardness and borrowing force to strike back. Hongjun encountered the second major tribulation of his life.
He closed his eyes to meditate, and when he opened them again, he made a decision. He took out the Jade Disc of Creation. In the past, he had only maintained a weak connection with it, extracting the moral principles he wanted from its surface. This was the first time he had established an unbreakable connection with it.
Rahu broke through layers of impenetrable fortresses, thinking that he could counter Hongjun right in front of him. However, he was unexpectedly blown away by the Creation Jade Disc as he charged forward with great momentum.
Luo Hou was speechless with shock. "Hongjun, do you really intend to become the lackey of the Heavenly Dao? Where is your arrogance?"
Hongjun would not explain anything to Luohou. The union with the Dao is only temporary. Hongjun is the Heavenly Dao, but the Heavenly Dao is not Hongjun. There will always be a way to break the deadlock.
With the blessing of the Heavenly Dao, Rahu could only retreat temporarily in resentment. He knew his own limitations; his attempt to turn the tables on Hongjun relied on the endless calamities that sustained him.
With the support of the Heavenly Dao, Hongjun could only suffer another bitter defeat. This was truly suffocating, so he could only try to push the great calamity to its climax as soon as possible. He wanted to use this opportunity to prove his Dao before Hongjun truly merged with the Dao, and he could not wait any longer.
Seeing Rahu retreat, Hongjun stared at the Jade Disc of Creation for a long time, remaining silent.
Hongjun had no choice; he was already on the pirate ship and had to bite the bullet and do it. He would become a saint first and then talk about other things.
After Rahu and Hongjun left one after the other, Zhunti and Jieyin dared to show themselves, looking at the shattered West with tears welling up in their eyes.
"Senior brother, why is there so much disaster and calamity in my Western Paradise?" Zhunti looked up at the sky, holding back the tears in his eyes.
"Junior brother, don't be heartbroken. Fortunately, the spiritual vein is not broken and can still be remedied. Let's quickly cast a spell. Those suffering below are all beings from the West." Jieyin wasn't unangry, but he knew very well that he and his fellow disciples couldn't afford to offend the two powerful beings fighting here. They didn't even dare to peek into the fight, for fear of being killed on the spot. They could only try to keep the peace.
“Indeed,” Zhunti rallied. “The West has no great power to support us two with all its resources. We brothers should shoulder the responsibility for the future of the West and not give up easily.”
After enlightening themselves, Jieyin and Zhunti set about rebuilding the West.
Chang Hao traveled all the way from the polar region to the Ruins of the North, riding on clouds. Passing through the west, he was shocked by the devastation and stopped his eastward journey.
Beneath the clouds, the western mountains were fractured, and countless beings of low cultivation were covered in dust and lay on the ground, their blood flowing like rivers—a scene of utter devastation.
They were all primordial beings, and Chang Hao, standing in the clouds, couldn't bear to look at them. So he simply checked his collection. At this moment, the most suitable items were the Emperor's Dew and the Three Lights Divine Water that Taiyi had given him.
Chang Hao didn't have much of either of these, but he still took them all out and sent down a thin layer of Three Lights Divine Water rain from the clouds, helping the western land regain some vitality.
Then, the Emperor's Dew was diluted and a light drizzle fell in a small area around the wounded. The creatures that were first wetted initially wanted to hide, but when they saw that the wounds on their bodies were gradually healing, they had a sudden inspiration and quickly moved all the wounded out, not wanting to waste this heavenly rain.
"Fellow Daoist, please wait."
Chang Hao turned to look at the two people who were rushing up from a distance. They were so familiar. Their eyes met, and a faint awkwardness froze in the air.
"So it's you two, fellow Daoists," Chang Hao bit his tongue, knowing he couldn't use the word "master." "Why did you stop Chang Hao?"
“Fellow Daoist Tongtian, please don’t take it to heart,” Zhunti said, trying his best to express his gratitude. “I am just expressing my thanks to you, fellow Daoist. Thank you for your broad mind and great love. You don’t hold grudges and, seeing the suffering of the people in the West, you even gave up your treasure to save the West.”
"No need for thanks. This is Chang Hao's duty. Everyone has a responsibility to maintain the stability of the prehistoric world." Chang Hao cupped his hands in greeting, said some high-sounding words to appease the situation, and then prepared to leave.
"Chang Hao?" Zhunti and Jieyin exchanged bewildered glances. "Didn't you say last time..."
Jieyin tapped Zhunti from behind and stepped forward, saying, "So it's Fellow Daoist Chang Hao. Jieyin greets you."
One shouldn't hit a smiling face, so Chang Hao returned the greeting, "So you are Fellow Daoist Jieyin."
"I feel deeply ashamed for the misunderstanding I had with Fellow Daoist Chang Hao last time." Jieyin bowed deeply, his sincerity evident.
Upon seeing this, Zhunti hurriedly followed Jieyin and bowed in the same manner.
"There is no deep-seated hatred between us, so why perform such a grand ceremony?" Chang Hao lifted the two of them up from a distance. In a world where everyone is minding their own business, the two of them's actions just now were a big plus in Chang Hao's eyes.
“Fellow Daoist Chang Hao, you are unaware of the difficulties in the West. Cultivation resources are scarce, yet some powerful beings, with any grudges, love to flee to the West. It is under this constant ravages that the West has fallen into this dilapidated state.” Jieyin said with a face full of compassion.
Zhunti was filled with indignation, "They are just taking advantage of our weak Western region, which has no powerful protector."
Chang Hao was surprised that the West was so plagued by disasters, yet the two fellow Daoists before him were still rooted in the West, intending to revitalize it. This great perseverance and sense of responsibility impressed Chang Hao.
“You two fellow Daoists possess great perseverance, so why worry that you cannot revitalize the West?” Chang Hao sincerely comforted them. “In my opinion, you two fellow Daoists will surely attain the supreme fruition in the future. Why do you need others to protect the West? You can do it yourself.”
Zhunti and Jieyin blinked, then looked at each other. Jieyin saw emotion in each other's eyes. Fellow Daoist Changhao was indeed a person of great love and compassion. Even his words of comfort were touching.
"Farewell." Chang Hao did not interfere much with the West. He knew that the two people in front of him already regarded the West as their own property, so he naturally would not overstep his bounds. As a former outstanding youth and later a feudal emperor, he had always been sensitive to territorial boundaries.
“Alas, fellow Daoist…” Jieyin sighed as he watched Chang Hao’s retreating figure. “Why did Fellow Daoist Chang Hao leave so quickly? I had planned to invite him to the Daoist temple to discuss the Dao.”
"Senior brother, have you forgotten that we just fought with him?" Zhunti was speechless. Even if they had invited him, Chang Hao probably wouldn't have dared to go.
"Never mind, I just wanted to thank Fellow Daoist Chang Hao and build a relationship so I'll have more connections in the future." Jieyin stared at his feet, seeing only sand and dust, nowhere near the exotic flowers and rare herbs of the East.
“That’s how it should be,” Zhunti agreed.
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