Chapter Thirteen: The Dragon and Phoenix Join Battle

  "The appointment of three thousand years is almost here, and it will take us more than a decade to get to Wuzhuangguan, why not leave now?"

  It's almost time for the calculation of the day, so I decided to go to Wuzhuang to take a look at these pre-birth great gods.

  "Brother, it's good to broaden one's horizons, but we absolutely can't be the ones to take the lead."

  "Haha, don't worry, little brother has his own plan."

  Jieyin Zhunti led the three Medicine Masters straight to Wuzhuangguan.

  In the vast expanse of the primordial chaos, a great transformation has begun. The ancestral dragon's cultivation is not among the top in the primordial chaos, but its reproductive ability is unparalleled. In later generations, it will be said that the dragon gave birth to nine sons, and now it is clear that the ancestral dragon's children are likely to number over ten.

  The Ancestral Dragon is overbearing, and most of these children have inherited his temperament, being strong-willed and romantic by nature, leaving a trail of emotions wherever they go. This inevitably provokes some powerful beings. Of course, this is good for the dragon clan; otherwise, their numbers would not have reached this level. The phoenix clan's population is less than half that of the dragon clan, and the Qilin are even fewer in number.

  However, this also laid the seeds of trouble. On that day, Ao Xin, the youngest son of Zu Long, had just left the Fox tribe's territory and was still savoring the beauty of the two fox women when he suddenly saw Feng Xi, a young master of the Phoenix tribe, flying over from the horizon towards the depths of the Fox tribe's territory. Ao Xin knew he was no match for his opponent, so he hastily fled towards the East Sea. Just as he was about to reach the East Sea, a golden light caught up with him - it was Feng Xi. At this moment, Ao Xin's eyes were blazing with fury, looking like a malevolent spirit. As soon as they faced each other, Feng Xi swung his sword without hesitation, aiming straight for Ao Xin's life.

  Actually, Feng Xi's anger is also simple. The number of Phoenix Clan members is small, especially the women are even fewer, and there are many blood relatives. Moreover, the young men of these three clans almost do not cultivate their moral character, making it difficult to suppress their desires. Therefore, many people go around looking for women from other clans to experience romance.

  Among them, the Dragon Clan is the most powerful, but the Phoenix Clan also exists. Feng Xi, as a well-known young master of the Phoenix Clan, will become the Diamond King Old Fifth in the future.

  In the vast wilderness, the tribe with the most beauties is undoubtedly the Fox Tribe. The beauties of the Fox Tribe are the sought-after treasures of the three tribes. This undoubtedly enraged the patriarch of the Fox Tribe, the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, who was at least a Mahayana realm cultivator, but after all, could not compare to the Three Tribes and had to swallow his anger.

  But the mud man still has a bit of temperament, let alone a great Luo Jinxian.

  The nine-tailed demon fox discovered that a girl from their own clan was in love with Feng Xi, and as usual, they turned a blind eye. On this day, the young son of the ancestral dragon, Ao Xin, came to the Fox Clan, demanding that the Nine-Tailed Fox offer up the beauty.

  The old fox was furious about the young man's blatant challenge. Although such things often happened, no one had ever dared to openly ask for a beauty, and they were usually resolved in private. The old fox could still pretend to be ignorant, but today he was asked directly, which made him feel unbearable. If he didn't agree, he would provoke the dragon clan, and if he agreed, how could he manage the fox clan?

  The old fox ultimately was deep and cunning, and took advantage of the situation to hand over Feng Xi's girlfriend along with another beauty to Ao Xin.

  The rest is probably known to everyone, an illicit affair has led to loss of life.

  Feng Xi saw his girlfriend Li Hua in the rain, and intermittently explained how Ao Xin had forced himself on her. Feng Xi was also a romantic, and he suddenly became extremely angry, rushing to chase down and kill Ao Xin.

  To say nothing of Ao Xin's mere Xian cultivation, Feng Xi was already pressing the boundary of Da Luo, so there was no surprise. Within three rounds, Ao Xin had his head chopped off by Feng Xi's sword.

  It so happened that a dragon elder had just returned from afar and was furious at the sight. This old man was in the realm of Dah Luo, and within ten moves, Feng Xi's life would be gone.

  The three tribes were originally gathering their forces and preparing for a major battle, just waiting for an opportunity.

  This undoubtedly gave each of the three tribes its best chance, declaring war on one another.

  The Honghuang is too big, and the three tribes will take a long time to gather their strength. Therefore, at the beginning of the war, it was not very intense, but hundreds of millions of cultivators from each camp had already fallen.

  The dragon clan took advantage of their numerical superiority and slowly gained the upper hand.

  At this time, the three guides also arrived at Wuzhuangguan, and Hongyun and Zhenyuanzi personally came to greet them.

  Three people were brought into the Five Villas Temple, and the Five Villas Temple was indeed a rare blessed land. There were countless strange flowers and grasses inside, and at this time it was full of cultivators of various colors. Many powerful beings from the vast wilderness had arrived, including the East King Gong, West Queen Mu, Lei Ze Great God, Tiantang Laozu, Bai Gu True Lord, Hai Chao Laozu (from "Fengjian Chunqiu") and others. What was unexpected for the host was that Emperor Jun, Taiyi, Kunpeng also came, as well as Nüwa and Fuxi siblings.

  I'm afraid that except for the Three Pure Ones, all the great gods of the Primordial Chaos have arrived. The Three Pure Ones are indeed blessed with a deep destiny and do not need to participate in this kind of catastrophe.

  Hong Yun's face was originally very red, and now it became even redder due to excitement, like she had been injected with chicken blood. She ran around, greeting the crowd. After helping to introduce Zhen to everyone, she busied herself in greeting others again.

  Jie Yin found a seat by the side and sat down, with Zhun Ti sitting tightly beside him. Yao Shi stood behind Jie Yin, all three of them paying attention to these great gods. These great gods were chatting in twos and threes, their conversations revolving around the impending war between the three clans.

  Nowadays, as soon as the three clans fight, countless cultivators fall, which is a disaster for the Honghuang people. However, for these pre-heavenly great gods, especially ambitious ones like Emperor Jun and Taiyi, this undoubtedly gives them an opportunity to replace the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans as the masters of Honghuang, so they appear extremely excited.

  Zhenyuanzi is a famous good old man, but at this moment he also looks very excited, greeting the various gods.

  "Hongyun saw that almost everyone had arrived, and he spoke first: "Fellow Taoist friends, I would like to thank you on behalf of Zhenyuanzi for coming to Wuzhuangguan. I pay my respects to all of you." He bowed deeply, his expression turning serious. "Fellow Taoist friends, the Three Clans War is raging across the Hongyuan continent, with countless cultivators falling. The war is escalating, and it was precisely because of this that I invited everyone here to find a way out. Now it seems even more necessary; otherwise, we'll all be in danger if we each stick to our own sides."

  Hongyun's words were reasonable and touching, and many people nodded in agreement.

  "Hong Yun's words are not wrong, many clans have been involved, countless lives lost, and the Hongyuan has been stained red with blood, it's heartbreaking. I'm shallow and weak, I hope fellow daoists can find a way to save these innocent lives." Zhen Yuanzi said immediately after.

  "Haha, it's actually quite simple now." Everyone looked at the speaker and found that it was Emperor Jun. The guide was also observing this future demon emperor, who had a tall and stately build, even when sitting down, he didn't need others to stand up to be shorter than him. He wore a golden yellow robe, rich and luxurious, and his face was handsome with a majestic aura, just this appearance alone was enough to make him a king for generations.

  "In my opinion, Hong Yun Dao friend does not need to be afraid, and Zhen Yuan Zi Dao friend does not need to feel sad. The war between the three tribes of Long, Feng, and Qilin has caused countless lives to be lost, and their guilt is deep. Heaven abhors them, and I have used the Hetu Luoshu to calculate the fortune of the three tribes, finding that they are destined to fall. We should take the place of heaven and eliminate these wicked people."

  Di Jun's words were grand and majestic, with a hint of a monarch's demeanor. Di Jun's words also revealed an extremely important piece of information: the decline of the three clans' luck, which shocked most of the powerful beings.

  In the current Primordial Chaos, there is no method of calculation, only a few powerful beings with calculating treasures can calculate, such as Emperor Jun's Hetu Luoshu, and another is to practice the Great Cause and Effect Technique, through which the cause and effect threads can be inferred.

  More and more powerful beings began to pay attention to Di Jun. There were disputes, and these pre-heavenly great gods were even more so. Dong Wang Gong heard Di Jun's words and didn't want to let his junior steal the show, so he couldn't help but say, "Hmph, you young man don't know what's good for you. The three clans have a large number of people and countless experts. Can they be exterminated just by saying so? And what's this nonsense about 'fate'? It's simply laughable. War relies on cultivation, treasures, and numbers. How can we compare to the three clans?"

  Taiyi's eyebrows furrowed and his face quickly fell as soon as he heard Dong Wanggong's sarcastic remarks about his own brother.

  "Why must the Eastern King elevate others' prestige and destroy his own dignity?" Emperor Jun stared at the Eastern King: "Among the three clans, only Zu Long, Cang Long, Feng Zu, Feng Yu, Qilin Zu, and Mo Xuan can be considered top-notch. The rest are just clothes racks, wine barrels, meat sacks, and rice bags, not worth mentioning. Even if the great sages present cannot defeat them one-on-one, two or three of them together can rival them. As long as they can surpass these few, the others will scatter like fallen trees and fleeing monkeys. Those who rely on their power won't even dare to counterattack. Why must you, Eastern King, elevate them so much? Moreover, my companion, the Spirit Treasure, is born from the Hetu Luoshu, containing the ultimate principle of pre-heavenly numerology - how can it not be considered a number?"

  Dong Wang Gong was momentarily unable to find words to refute, and could only lower his head in anger. Before Emperor Jun's voice had even fallen, the spirits of those seated were lifted, and they all spoke out in agreement. In the end, these people were all proud and arrogant, unwilling to be inferior to others. Seeing an opportunity to defeat the Long Feng three clans, they were naturally extremely pleased.

  Listening with a smile, he had already made up his mind.