Chapter 001: Pangu Opens Heaven and Changes Fate
The story splits into two threads. On one side, Emperor Jun is hosting a grand banquet to welcome the two goddesses from the Taiyin star, while on the other side, Xuanwei returns to the Jade Flower Immortal Mountain after his battle with Emperor Jun and Taishi, to cultivate his body and mind, adjust his breath, quiet his heart, and comprehend the heavenly mechanism. He aims to make another breakthrough during the third lecture at the Purple Mist Palace, to cut off the third corpse, observe the void, and reach a state of no disaster or calamity. Even if he can't cut off the three corpses, he wants to cultivate the evil corpse to perfection, allowing him to merge and separate at will, not just transforming one energy into five elements, but also transforming five energies into one saint, reuniting the five bodies into one entity, and condensing a saintly body that is no less than that of a Qingxuan Daoist.
For this, Xuanwei's hands and fingers are as colorful and dazzling as a peacock spreading its tail, changing unpredictably. The five-colored divine light follows the changes of Xuanwei's fingers, moving back and forth in the void above the River of Fate, changing unpredictably. The three great divination techniques of Taiyi, Qimen, and Liu Ren take turns appearing, and Xuanwei's divine intention is to gaze down at the River of Fate that determines the lives and deaths of all people from within the void, watching its changes, watching the countless tributaries at the end of the river constantly collapsing and being born, watching these tributaries constantly emerging and disappearing. Xuanwei merges into this, comprehending the principles of heaven and earth, perceiving the turning of the heavenly mechanism.
Suddenly, the mysterious and subtle being who was originally sitting quietly on the White Jade Lotus Platform opened his eyes wide, stared intensely, and then his face turned slightly red. With a "pfft" sound, a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out, but he didn't care about the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth as he burst into loud laughter, exclaiming: "The opportunity for my Dao has arrived! The opportunity for my Dao has arrived!!!" After speaking, he ignored the attending child servants and transformed into a five-colored escape light, rushing towards the distance.
Since the first tribal heavenly punishment, the aura of killing has been spreading in the vast wilderness, and the bloody atmosphere is also like a light red gauze covering many fairy mountains and blessed lands, making the people who cultivate immortality and ask for Taoism feel anxious and unable to concentrate their minds. They came out of the mountain without reason, provoked right and wrong, and arbitrarily formed karma. In the end, either they died and their souls disappeared, or they provoked resentment that rushed straight into the universe, and the sound of mourning lasted for a long time without dispersing. Although the coverage area is not wide, it is precisely the omen before the heavenly calamity arrives!
Just then, Xuanwei realized that Hongyun Old Ancestor had a great calamity of life and death on the river of fate. Although it was intentionally concealed by someone, Xuanwei, who was second only to Hongyuan and Wufang Shenshou in the vast expanse of the universe, could see through it clearly. This Hongyun Old Ancestor was also a pitiful person played with by the heavens, carrying the Hongmeng Purple Qi within him. At this time, he was still affected by the great calamity, unable to calm his mind and contemplate, wandering around restlessly, ignoring the advice of his friend Zhenyuanzi. He thought that as the future Saint, no one dared to snatch what the Dao Ancestor had bestowed upon him. However, it turned out that the Dao Ancestor had neither acknowledged Hongyun's position as a disciple nor said that he would definitely be able to ascend to the mixed yuan in the future, and the Hongmeng Purple Qi could not change owners. When the great calamity arrived, even the person who came to send him to his death couldn't stop it!
So, on this day, Hongyun had just left the Wuzhuang Temple of his good friend Zhenyuan and came to a scenic spot to tour, but he didn't expect that suddenly, the originally clear sky changed in an instant, the surrounding lush grass and spiritual mushrooms all disappeared, only to see wave after wave of dark wind blowing out, corroding the bones and chilling the body. The dark green sky covered the sky, and the aurora borealis rose and fell, extinguishing the soul. This aurora borealis everywhere, transformed and depicted a colorful and beautiful scenery, a beauty that was truly in an extremely beautiful place, but hidden with murderous intent. Even the snake and scorpion beauties were no more than this.
Hongyun saw the situation and knew he had been secretly calculated, so in the first moment, three flowers and five energies rose from his head, and a auspicious light descended to protect his body. He took out the Nine-Nine Red Cloud Dispersing Gourd that he used for self-cultivation and suddenly shouted: "Which Taoist friend is playing tricks on me? Please show yourself!"
As soon as Hongyun's voice fell, the sound of Ji Ji seemed to be in his ear, like a magic sound that pierced his eardrum and shook his soul. "Ji Ji, Hongyun Dao friend has a good memory, but you forgot about me so quickly?" As soon as the voice fell, a figure appeared around him, condensed from the Northern Ming Extreme Light. He was wearing a dark green Taoist robe, with a gloomy face and white hair all over his head. It was none other than Bei Ming Lao Zu, the demonic master Kun Peng.
Hongyun felt a sense of foreboding in his heart, and he suppressed the unease within him. He asked, "So you are Tian Ting's demonic master, Kunpeng Daoist friend. Why did you come here to set up an array to secretly attack me instead of enjoying your good fortune in Beiming?"
"Brother Hongyun also knows that I, the poor monk, am not a born-innate divine being. Cultivating the Tao until now has cost me endless effort and willpower. Today, I have a feeling, so I especially came to this place to borrow something from Brother. I hope Brother can spare it! If Brother is willing, not only will our karma be completely resolved, but I am also willing to use my own merit and virtue to forge a treasure to help Brother suppress his aura." The dark and sinister face of Kunpeng revealed a sincere smile, and he bowed deeply after finishing speaking.
Hongyun heard this and not only didn't feel overjoyed, but instead felt a deep sense of unease, as if disaster was looming and suffocating him. His face turned pale as he asked: "I wonder what treasured object Fellow Qunpeng wants me to sacrifice?"
Kun Peng heard the words and immediately let out a sound, as if it was a strange laugh that emerged from the depths of the nine underworlds. His white hair seemed to flutter in the wind, and his voice came from all directions: "It is indeed the purest energy of heaven and earth, born from the Heavenly Way - Hongmeng Purple Qi!"
Hongyun's mind was dazed and his soul was bewildered, as if struck by the divine thunder of the heavenly gate. Suddenly, a fierce flame burst forth from his heart, as if to burn the nine heavens and the vast expanse. He roared furiously: "You dare to deceive me, Kunpeng?" As he spoke, his palm grasped and swept out, releasing a five-colored mist that instantly transformed into thousands of red cloud swords, slicing Kunpeng's image into shreds.
Outside the formation, the unsuspecting Kunpeng let out a muffled hum, and a thread of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. Indeed, he was not unworthy of being a guest in the Purple Cloud Palace. Although there were differences in cultivation levels, they were not ordinary people. Even with the help of the formation, Hongyun's move had left Kunpeng severely injured.
Inside the formation, Hongyun came to her senses and saw that her divine ability could only kill the opponent's shadow, but couldn't open up a gap in the formation. She turned around, facing the gourd in her hand, pinched a technique, recited a magical spell, and from the bright red gourd, poured out strands of red smoke sand, enveloping the endless evil energy, transforming into a dense red cloud mist that filled the void.
The Red Cloud Falling Soul Sand touched the formation's countless Northern Extreme Light, causing it to burst open one after another. Strands of evil energy rushed out, polluting the formation's flagpole, making the formation begin to destabilize. The void rippled with glittering waves, as if about to break free.
Kunpeng was also greatly shocked by the situation, knowing that this matter could only succeed and not fail. Otherwise, Hongyun would escape, regardless of whether he could become a saint in the future. However, to understand the cause and effect between himself and Hongyun, one person must die. As a post-heavenly born spirit who reversed his pre-heavenly fate, Kunpeng's innate talent was inferior by three points. How could he compete with Hongyun, who possessed the Hongmeng purple energy? He took out the eighteen-pole Heavenly Demon Transformation Flag and stabilized the array formation. Then, he transformed into a thousand-foot giant Peng and flew into the array, shouting loudly: "Hongyun, in the beginning, at the Purple Cloud Palace, if you hadn't yielded your seat to me, I wouldn't have lost my position. Among the eight people who sat above, only I didn't have purple energy. The entanglement of cause and effect between us is that you ultimately have a connection with me. Now, I'm negotiating with you, but you actually killed my divine consciousness! You pre-heavenly born gods are naturally superior to us post-heavenly born spirits. Why do you still want to compete with us for this opportunity to attain enlightenment? Ahhh... Heaven's way is unfair! Hongyun, the entanglement of cause and effect has reached a point where it's either death or destruction! It's not that one of us will die, but rather, one of us must perish!" As he spoke, he stretched out his claw towards Hongyun.
"Kunpeng, how dare you turn right and wrong upside down? Ah??????” Hongyun really wanted to refute, but for a moment she didn't notice, and was ambushed from behind by Kunpeng's transformed giant Peng with its huge claws. Although Hongyun's protective divine light was fierce, it ultimately couldn't compare to Kunpeng's billion-year-old heavenly demon indestructible body, refined through countless years of practice. The divine light shattered, the North Ming demonic fire entered her body, and Hongyun's jade-like skin was like charcoal. And Kunpeng, transformed into a giant Peng, moved freely within this array, like a fish in water.
Hongyun knew that today was a must-win battle, and he had already been at odds with Kunpeng. He had been affected by the North Ming Tian's demonic fire, which had greatly reduced his strength, making the outcome of the battle against Kunpeng uncertain. Even if it meant being struck by bad luck, Hongyun did not plan to escape, and his expression was slightly manic as he laughed loudly at Kunpeng: "Kunpeng, today you and I will fight to the death! Even if I die, I will make sure you perish with me!" The deep-seated hatred in his words was evident, echoing through the nine heavens and piercing the heart, making those who heard it feel a chill run down their spines.
"That's it, let's see if you can pull down this seat!" As soon as the words were spoken, the eighteen poles of the Tianyao Huaxing fan, which had been hidden in the array to stabilize it, suddenly appeared. The eighteen 6-foot-tall giant fans floated lightly, but with a deafening roar, like a mountain falling from the sky, heavy and oppressive. As the fan poles emerged, the fan surface instantly unfolded with a "whoosh", revealing colorful patterns on each side, including golden birds, phoenixes, and other heavenly spirits such as Qi Ming, Lu Wu, and Taotie. Each image was vivid and lifelike. These eighteen Tianyao Huaxing fans were obtained by Kunpeng from the Treasure Rock, perfectly matching his own Tianyao secret method. Not only did they help him successfully cultivate the incomplete Heavenly Vessel of the Undead for billions of years, but they also matched the true bodies of the great witches, indestructible and unbreakable, truly mysterious and extraordinary.
Moreover, since Kunpeng obtained the eighteen-pole Tianyao Huaxing Fan, he also collected the essence of the Ten Great Demon Generals of the Heavenly Court and various demon gods, transforming into eighteen kinds of Tianyao Fa Xiang, with boundless power. At this moment, as soon as it appeared, the eighteen supreme demon gods in the center of the banner suddenly transformed into external incarnations, surrounding the red cloud.
P.S: I personally think Kunpeng is also quite pitiful, so this doesn't count as a formal name, but it's also a slight explanation of Kunpeng's difficulties, personal opinion, don't mind.
