Chapter 43 - The Changes of the Universe, the Struggle Between Dao and Demon
Chapter 43 The Changes of the Universe, the Struggle Between Dao and Demon
Above the Eastern Sea, a battle between quasi-saints raged, shaking the heavens and the earth!
The terrifying clash of laws and the vast surges of energy were like massive stones thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattering the brief peace of the primordial world and drawing the attention of powerful beings from all directions.
At Qilin Cliff, within the Hall of All Spirits, seated on the central throne, the Primordial Qilin suddenly opened his eyes. His majestic gaze seemed to pierce through endless space-time, staring towards the east.
He clearly sensed the vast and overwhelming dragon might that belonged to the Ancestral Dragon, along with another aura—slightly weaker, yet filled with immortality, resilience, a rich sense of karmic merit, and a sharp, chilling murderous intent.
“It’s the Ancestral Dragon… but who is the other? To be able to fight him to such a degree!”
The Primordial Qilin was shocked to his core.
As a quasi-saint himself, he could naturally gauge the intensity of the battle. For someone to force the Ancestral Dragon into using the Dragon Pearl, their strength must not be underestimated—at least at the quasi-saint level!
He began to calculate with his fingers. Though the fate of the world was chaotic during this tribulation era, Chu Yuan had already revealed himself. Even across countless millions of miles, it was enough for the Primordial Qilin to sense some threads of karma.
Vaguely, he caught a trace of causality related to the fall of the Fire Qilin.
“Could it be… the one who killed my son, the Fire Qilin, is this person?!”
This speculation made the Primordial Qilin take a sharp breath.
A quasi-saint level powerhouse capable of standing toe-to-toe with the Ancestral Dragon!
Had it been earlier, the Primordial Qilin would have certainly chosen to avenge his son!
Not just out of fatherly affection, but also to preserve the dignity of the Qilin race. The three great prehistorical clans were evenly matched, each possessing a quasi-saint to maintain a fragile balance—none able to overpower the others.
Now, however, a new quasi-saint had emerged. Even if their strength was slightly inferior to the three, they still far surpassed the peak of the Da Luo Golden Immortal realm.
No matter how weak a quasi-saint may be, they still bear the mark of “Saint”!
No wonder the First Qilin was hesitant!
Was it worth offending such a being just to avenge the Fire Qilin?
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In the Immortal Volcano, the graceful and noble Yuan Feng also sensed the earth-shaking battle in the East Sea. Her delicate brows furrowed slightly, and she was filled with uncertainty and doubt.
“The Ancestral Dragon is fighting to the death with someone? In this desolate world, besides myself and the First Qilin, who else possesses such power?”
She activated her quasi-saint divine sense and carefully scanned the battlefield’s aura. Suddenly, within the chaotic waves of energy, she detected a faint yet incredibly familiar trace—one that had always weighed on her heart. It was the origin aura of the Phoenix Princess, Feng Ling!
Though it was already faint, it could not escape the full probe of a quasi-saint.
“Ling’er! Ling’er is actually there!”
Yuan Feng was instantly overwhelmed, her phoenix eyes filled with disbelief, joy, and worry.
“Could it be that mysterious Daoist saved Ling’er, and is now fighting the Ancestral Dragon because of it?”
Yuan Feng immediately thought of the earlier intelligence she had received about the fall of the Fire Qilin.
Able to slay the Fire Qilin, yet also able to contend with the Ancestral Dragon, and coincidentally being together with his own daughter…
“It seems that no matter what, once this battle concludes, I must personally go to the East Sea to thank this fellow Daoist, and bring Ling’er back!”
Yuan Feng made up his mind, his gaze toward the east, filled with anticipation and a subtle, barely perceptible complex emotion.
Yujing Mountain, Zixiao Palace, Hongjun Daoist, seated high upon the cloud bed, slowly opened those eyes that seemed to contain the secrets of the birth and death of the entire universe. His gaze was calm and undisturbed, as if he had already seen through everything that happened in the East Sea.
“A variable… has ultimately appeared…”
He sighed lightly, his voice ethereal and unfathomable.
“Gu Dao… merits… physical body… numerous laws… This young man’s origin is mysterious, his fate immense, yet he is not within the predetermined order of the Heavenly Dao, adding too many unknowns to this tribulation.”
He flicked his finger, and a profound talisman slipped into the void, seemingly calculating something, but in the end, gained nothing.
“Very well, the Heavenly Dao’s operation has its own reason. Whether blessing or disaster, we shall see how it unfolds.”
Hongjun Daoist closed his eyes again, as if sinking into eternal silence, no longer paying attention to the ever-changing turmoil outside.
To the west, Mount Xumi, inside the gloomy hall thick with demonic aura, the Demon Ancestor Luo Hou sensed the dense killing intent, resentment, and the wave of the quasi-saint battle from the East Sea, and let out a cold, delighted laugh.
“Hahaha! Fight! The fiercer the better!”
“Ancestral Dragon! Excellent! That unknown guy is quite ruthless! Kill! Kill them all, that’s best!”
This tribulation, though a great calamity of dragon and phoenix, was actually a hidden struggle between Dao and Demon!
Dao Ancestor Hongjun, Demon Ancestor Luo Hou!
Each holds a palm, whoever wins will attain the Dao of Primordial Chaos, and in the future, preach across the Great Wilderness!
Luo Hou eagerly wished for the Great Wilderness to grow more chaotic, for the calamity to be more severe. The more living beings that perish, the heavier the killing intent, resentment, and malice in the world.
This was precisely the nourishment he needed to cultivate the demonic path and to forge the Four Immortal-Slaying Swords!
“Once my Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation reaches perfection, even Old Hongjun will have to retreat three steps! By then, the entire Great Wilderness will be the realm of my demonic path! Hahaha!”
Luo Hou’s wild laughter echoed through the great hall.