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Chapter 438 The Calamity Fire Ignites the Cave, Destroying the Entire World (Two Chapters Combined, 7k)

heaven.

Blood and fire mingled, and the shouts of battle shook the heavens.

Hongyun's extremely penetrating "Voice of the Great Dao" acted like the most efficient megaphone, announcing the Wu Clan's "rebellious" actions to the entire Heavenly Court battlefield.

However, he was fast, but the witch clan was even faster.

Although the Wu tribe, who are most adept at fabricating history, are no less skilled in the art of "verbal battles."

Sure enough, as soon as they discovered that Hongyun, this "loudspeaker," was starting to set the tone on the battlefield.

The high-ranking shamans in the rear immediately organized non-combat personnel to launch a massive public opinion counterattack on the "Star Network" and the internal forums of various Heavenly Dao Academies!
One after another, these tearful and beautifully written "declarations against demons" spread like wildfire across the StarNet.

"Down with the Demon Emperor's tyranny! The primordial world belongs to all races!"

"The Demon Emperor is heartless, treating all races like straw dogs! We must rise up, stain the heavens with our blood, and exchange our freedom!"

"If we do not fight for freedom today, we will be slaves for all eternity!"

"A tearful appeal to all races of the primordial world: On the ten major crimes of the Demon Emperor's tyranny!"

"In-depth analysis: From the integration of all races to the extinction of cultures, the undeniable similarities between the contemporary Heavenly Emperor and the rebellious gods!"

Why did the loyal officials of Heaven rise up in rebellion? A tragic story of being forced into a corner!

These articles, rich in illustrations and evidence, portray the Wu tribe as pitiful, loyal subjects who could not bear the oppression, spoke out for all tribes, and were ultimately framed.

Di Jun is portrayed as an ambitious, perverse, and tyrannical ruler who intends to enslave all races.

Yes, you read that right.

Even in the Heavenly Court, where the gods and ancestral witches fought to the point of near-brain damage, the "Star Network" connecting all the heavens and myriad realms continued to operate stably.

All of this is thanks to Yuan Huang, the "Supreme Master of Slacking Off" and the Executive Vice Dean of the Heavenly Dao Academy.

At this moment, the headquarters of the Heavenly Dao Academy, a sacred place of teaching that sits high above the Thirty-Three Heavens and stands apart from all other blessed lands, has long been shrouded in an indestructible seven-colored barrier.

Yuan Huang was leaning back on the dean's throne, legs crossed, cracking open some "chaos melon seeds" he'd gotten from who-knows-where, while watching the live stream below with great interest through a giant water mirror.

"Go ahead and fight!"

"If you cause the Primordial True Realm to collapse and shatter, you'll be waiting to be struck by axes!"

In Yuan Huang's opinion, these guys were just bored and had nothing better to do.

"Dean, are we really not going to help?"

Beside her, many instructors who were stranded at the academy headquarters were looking at the battlefield with worried expressions and great anxiety.

"Help whom?"

Yuan Huang paused in her act of cracking melon seeds, and asked a question without turning her head.

"Of course... of course it's to help the Heavenly Emperor and maintain order in the Heavenly Court!"

One teacher blurted it out without even thinking.

Yuan Huang finally glanced at him, her gaze as if she were looking at an innocent child.

"Come, place your hand on your own heart, and now tell me what's on your mind."

"Do you genuinely want to help the Heavenly Emperor quell the rebellion, or are you more interested in witnessing this once-in-a-millennium spectacle up close?"

Upon hearing this, most of the gods turned their gazes away guiltily.

However, some deities still gazed firmly at Yuan Huang.

They are true idealists who are loyal to the order of Heaven.

Seeing this, Yuan Huang put down the melon seeds in her hand, clapped her hands, opened the academy's barrier, and said in an extremely calm tone:

"Don't blame me for not warning you."

"Because of the oath of the Great Dao, your dean is not allowed to directly interfere with the internal affairs of the Primordial World."

"Therefore, I certainly cannot lead the charge, nor can I protect your safety on the battlefield."

"If you have really thought it through, you may leave the academy on your own. Whether you live or die, whether you achieve merit or demerit, is entirely up to you."

"But if you're not sincere and don't want to go and die for nothing, then you'd better stay here and watch the show!"

Yuan Huang had just finished speaking.

Immediately, a deity dressed in a blue instructor's robe bowed deeply to Yuan Huang.

He took off the uniform that symbolized his academy status and put on a robe.

"Thank you so much, Dean!"

Having said that, he resolutely transformed into a streak of light and rushed out of the academy's barrier in the Thirty-Three Heavens.

"Thank you, Dean. We'll take our leave now!"

One after another, dozens more gods made the same choice.

They plunged into that brutal battlefield.

Well, what's really interesting is that there are people who have joined both sides.

"Dean, then... can we go too?"

Behind the instructors, bursts of suppressed excitement and longing could be heard.

Those were groups of elite students from the Heavenly Dao Academy, coming from all the myriad realms.

They were eager to watch the spectacle, and they were all itching to try it out, wishing they could rush up and experience the thrill of "gods fighting".

In response, Yuan Huang gave them a spectacular eye roll.

"Nonsense!"

With an impatient wave of her hand, the seven-colored barrier enveloping the academy headquarters shone brighter and became even thicker and more stable.

"What are you kids doing getting involved? Are you going to become cannon fodder?!"

Then, in the name of the vice dean, Yuan Huang issued the highest-level notification to all the Heavenly Dao Academy branches linked to the Star Network and scattered throughout the myriad worlds.

"Announcement: Effective immediately, all branches are to be sealed off, and no student is permitted to participate in this internal conflict within the Primordial World in any form."

"Those who violate this rule will be expelled from the school and will never be employed again!"

Even the worst instructors are Taiyi deities, who at least have some ability to protect themselves on the battlefield.

Whether they participated in the great battle for their own ideals or to seek a breakthrough between life and death, it is understandable.

But these kids are just asking to get themselves killed!
"If you're really bored and have nowhere to vent your energy, then go to the Star Network or the 'Spirit Realm' and do whatever you want!"

To appease the restless hearts of these students, Yuan Huang waved his hand and allowed them to go to that purely data-driven, absolutely safe "virtual side" world to go crazy to their heart's content.

In fact, even without Yuan Huang saying so, the students would have joined anyway.

Because now the StarNet has also exploded in chaos.

The "Royalists" who support the orthodoxy of the Heavenly Court and the "Anti-Heaven" who support the "restoration of order" of the Witch Clan, along with the opinions of countless netizens from all over the world, have launched a debate on the Star Network that is even more intense than the real battlefield!

Various photoshopped images, memes, short essays, manifestos, and long posts of insults have emerged one after another.

As they continued their tirade, simple words could no longer satisfy their burning passion for gossip and battle.

Thus, netizens from both sides naturally entered the completely realistic virtual reality world that was deeply integrated with the StarNet – the "Spirit Realm World".

In the "Spirit Realm World", you can freely set your appearance and simulate supernatural powers.

Therefore, those who supported the witch clan transformed into muscular men, wielding axes, halberds, hooks, and forks.

Those who supported the Heavenly Court transformed into ethereal figures, clad in robes adorned with stars.

Countless students, teachers on holiday, world lords of all realms, Dao Lords of Taiyi, gods of heaven and earth... almost everyone who did not participate in the real battle logged into the "Spirit Realm" at this moment.

They joined this incredibly brutal virtual war.

Thus, the first, largest, and most widespread cyber catastrophe in the primordial world was about to erupt!
At this very moment, when the entire StarNet and Spirit Realm were engulfed in the fanatical confrontation between the "Lich" and "Cleric" factions.

A peculiar, long-dormant ancient thought has inexplicably revived on this chaotic land.

"I think, therefore I am."

"I argue, therefore I am true."

"Wherever there is conflict, there I will be. Wherever there are trolls, that is my arena!"

"Whether it's fiction or reality, the heart of a contrarian remains unchanged, and the path of arguing is eternal!"

An account with the ID "Peerless Pepper" suddenly published a thought-provoking "declaration of a contrarian" in the central square of StarNet.

Immediately afterwards, he raised his arm and uttered that call that made all veteran netizens' DNA stir.

"Where are the followers of the Pollen Cult?!"

Upon hearing this, countless netizens who were engaged in heated online arguments paused in their tracks.

"Holy crap, the Pollen Emperor is out of prison?!" (See Chapter 358: The Machine Crisis in the Primordial World)

"My God, this ID! I thought it had been banned long ago!"

Meanwhile, in every corner of the StarNet, countless lurking "trolls" who were at a loss in this great battle, were overjoyed the moment they saw this ID and declaration, as if they had found their tribe!

"Great! It's the leader! Our leader has returned!"

"Waaaaah, Master, we're saved! We don't have to pretend to take sides anymore!"

[Peerless Chili] nodded in satisfaction as he watched the rapidly growing number of "believers," and then delivered his "campaign manifesto."

"Chaos has broken out in the Taiwei Heavenly Court! The Wu and Yao races are neither orthodox nor acceptable!"

"The myriad realms need a brand new, great emperor who can represent all voices!"

Why didn't you choose me?

This domineering declaration, brimming with an air of "I am the only one who can do it," plunged all the die-hard trolls into an unprecedented frenzy.

"Welcome to the arrival of the Cult Leader!"

"May our leader be accomplished in both literature and martial arts, and may his name reign for eternity, unifying the Star Network!"

"The path of the 'nitpicker' is eternal and boundless!"

Meanwhile, those StarNet users who were previously fiercely arguing and supporting the Lich faction saw these "madmen" who had once wreaked havoc on StarNet growing and spreading like a virus, taking advantage of the great calamity.

Suddenly, they reached a high degree of tacit understanding.

They have temporarily ceased fire.

"Let's kill these argumentative heretics first, then we'll start the war!"

"it is good!"

In the Spirit Realm, the two forces reached an agreement.

Slay the heretics first, then decide the victor!
"Sigh, I knew we prehistoric people were a bit unorthodox!"

Yuan Huang stared at the [Spirit Realm] terminal, which was emitting smoke, and she was speechless.

We ancient creatures are truly ingenious; we can even orchestrate a cyber catastrophe on the "virtual side."

The crucial point is that this great calamity actually generated terrifying calamity energy!

What's even more outrageous is that this calamity has started to affect the real world!
"Is Ling Guang there?" Yuan Huang asked while repairing the terminal.

"You didn't participate in the real-world war, did you? That's good." "Take your people to all the heavens and myriad realms to put out the fire; the calamity has already begun."

"You asked me how the fire started? That's a bit complicated. Anyway, you should lead the team to put out the fire first."

"Don't forget to call Kong Xuan and Jin Peng. What, they're deeply involved in the Spirit Realm War? Those two kids..."

While repairing the [Spirit Realm] terminal, Yuan Huang contacted the Phoenix Clan.

Cyber ​​catastrophe is still a catastrophe, and virtual fire is still fire.

If the spiritual realm collapses, the calamity fire condensed from the will of all living beings will pour entirely onto the reality side, which is no joke.

[Hmph, at crucial moments, we, the bright and majestic phoenixes, will have to save the world!] Yuan Huang thought to herself.

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real world.

"Fellow Daoist Hongyun! Hold on! I'm going to assist Emperor Xi in taking control of the Zhou Tian Star Array!"

When Kunpeng spread his black sleeves, they flapped like wings that blotted out the sky.

"The wind is coming!"

Kunpeng let out a low shout, and his words became law!
In an instant, the wind rose.

The wind, howling down from the distant heavens, carries the majesty of the heavens, fierce yet vast, and is known as the "wind of the heavens"!
The wind rises from the boundless earth, swirling and heavy; this is called the "wind of the earth"!
The wind, flowing back into the void rifts torn apart by the great battle, was filled with an aura of annihilation and chaos, cold and deadly, and was known as the "Wind of Chaos"!
Heaven, Earth, and Chaos—three distinct yet equally terrifying "winds" swept across all directions.

Even the gentlest breeze, under Kunpeng's exquisite manipulation, has now transformed into a terrifying force that is extremely violent and capable of tearing apart the body of a Great Luo Golden Immortal!
The sky seemed to be repeatedly opened, closed, and kneaded by an invisible giant hand!
Countless chaotic black holes, formed by the high-speed rotation of the laws of wind and exuding an aura of destruction, appeared out of thin air!

The boundless and endless chaotic hurricane, like an ancient behemoth awakening, roared and swept towards the group of "rebellious" saints who were besieging the red cloud!

This sudden, earth-shattering attack terrified the Myriad Manifestations God and others who were at the forefront, and they couldn't avoid it at all!
They were instantly trapped by the raging hurricane, as if they were in an endless cage made of storm.

Their indestructible divine bodies, which were supposed to be indestructible through countless eons, were beginning to be shaken in the face of this terrifying gale.

The invisible gale transformed into tangible blades, relentlessly and frantically slicing through their bodies and tearing at their souls, as if trying to completely annihilate them, from their souls to their bodies, into the most primitive particles!
"go!"

Kunpeng seized this fleeting opportunity and unhesitatingly unfurled the innate top-grade spiritual treasure in his hand—the Northern Profound Origin Water Control Flag!

As the black banner unfurled, the endless Xuanming Heavy Water transformed into an indestructible barrier, forcefully tearing open another gap in the not-yet-fully-closed encirclement!
The Kunpeng's figure merged with the Xuan Yuan Heavy Water, transforming into a black stream of light that instantly broke through the encirclement!
However, just as he was about to escape and prepare to head to the core area of ​​the Zhou Tian Star Array.

A gentle, refined voice, yet with a hint of playfulness, rang out in front of him.

"I had heard that the Demon Master was well-versed in the arts of feng shui, and seeing him today, I can see that he is indeed extraordinary."

Kunpeng felt a chill run down his spine and suddenly looked up.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him.

The figure was walking on the whirlwind he had created. His clothes fluttered, but he was not affected in the slightest. Instead, it seemed that he was dancing with the wind in the world, appearing extremely free and harmonious.

The newcomer was none other than Tianwu, the Ancestral Witch who held the power of wind among the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

He had a strikingly handsome face, quite unlike the rugged appearance of the other ancestral witches.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, and her eyes were like cold stars.

A mysterious blue wind pattern appeared on his forehead, sometimes stretching out like flowing clouds, and sometimes flashing like thunder, full of contradictory yet captivating charm.

Tianwu moved about leisurely, as if taking a stroll in a garden, freely roaming within the terrifying hurricane that was powerful enough to annihilate a Great Luo Immortal.

Finally, it floated lightly down in front of Kunpeng, blocking his path.

Kunpeng stopped, his expression becoming extremely solemn.

Tianwu looked at Kunpeng with a gentle smile, as if catching up with an old friend, and slowly said, "Before I became the Wind God, I was actually a Water God." (See Chapters 162 and 172 for details)
"Now that I've found a hunting ground, I've come to ask the Demon Master for some guidance on the principles of 'feng shui.' Is that alright?"

"Seeking guidance on feng shui? Hmph! You've come to the wrong god."

Kunpeng snorted coldly. He was focused on the overall battle and had no intention of getting entangled with Tianwu here.

His figure flickered, attempting to transform into the giant Kun of the Northern Sea, tear through space, and forcibly leave.

"Fellow Daoist, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Tianwu remained as calm and collected as ever. He simply blew a breath into the void.

"Eight Winds Barrier!"

This breath, seemingly gentle.

But the moment it exited, it transformed into eight completely different, yet mutually reinforcing and endlessly cycling, terrifying divine winds!
The east is filled with the "winds of life and decay"; the southeast is filled with the "winds of spring"—warm and humid; the south is filled with the "winds of heat"—fierce and scorching; and the southwest is filled with the "winds of coolness"—carrying a sense of desolation.

At this moment, winds from all directions work together.

They intertwined with each other, forming an invisible yet indestructible "Eight Winds Cage," completely sealing off all the space around Kunpeng!

"It seems you're not planning to let me go, fellow Daoist?" Kunpeng's voice turned icy cold.

"No, no." Tianwu shook his finger, his smile still warm.

"I just want to ask you to play with me for a while, fellow Daoist."

Before he finished speaking, he moved.

He was no longer strolling leisurely, but had transformed into a true, invisible "wind"!
He instantly appeared behind Kunpeng and pointed a finger.

This gesture, though seemingly slow, appears to transcend the distance of time and space.

This seemingly ordinary gesture is actually the ultimate condensation of the "Great Way of Wind" of the entire universe.

What chilled Kunpeng even more was that a tiny drop of water had somehow materialized on Tianwu's crystal-clear, jade-like fingertip.

That drop of water was a pure, unadulterated black color.

It did not emit any powerful energy fluctuations, yet it seemed heavier than the stars in the heavens and deeper than the black hole of Guixu.

Kunpeng felt a sudden alarm, and with a backhand, he summoned the Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag, unleashing a surging, overwhelming tide that devoured everything.

However, just as the devouring power was about to touch him, Tianwu's fingertips suddenly became illusory, like a wisp of green smoke, bypassing Kunpeng's defense and striking his protective divine light with unparalleled precision!

"Boom!"

A soft sound.

Like a water droplet being shattered.

The protective divine light created by the supreme innate spiritual treasure shattered in an instant!
boom! ! !
The Kunpeng flew backwards.

"Hey, Demon Master, you can't go easy on me!" Tianwu said with a beaming smile.

Within his chest, the heart of the Ancestral Witch throbbed like a celestial war drum, pulsating with vigor and boundless life force.

[Hehe, the blood of Father Pangu is truly something else!]

Tianwu thought to himself with a smug satisfaction.

He could feel that with each heartbeat, his heart resonated with the feng shui of this place, and the power within him was inexhaustible.

Kunpeng wiped the golden divine blood from the corner of his mouth, his gloomy eyes fixed on the seemingly gentle but actually more ruthless opponent before him.

He stopped in his tracks.

"good very good!"

Kunpeng's voice was as cold as the ancient ice deep in the Northern Sea.

"Since you're so eager to see 'feng shui,' then today, I'll let you see as much as you want!"

After saying that, he suddenly threw the Northern Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag in his hand into the air!
The black banner spun in the air and suddenly shone brightly. Instead of turning into a raging torrent of water, it rapidly shrank and deformed.

Ultimately, it transformed into an ancient, mysterious feng shui compass covered with countless markings and enigmatic runes!

At the center of the compass, a pointer composed of pure "Northern Darkness magnetic light" is spinning wildly and uncontrollably.

"The yin and yang energies, when exhaled, become wind; when rising, they become clouds; when descending, they become rain. Moving within the earth, this is called vital energy!"

The Kunpeng recited the true secret.

With his command, the "Eight Winds" that Tianwu had originally used to seal the space seemed to be activated by some higher-level law!

They are no longer simply means of attack, but have been forcibly endowed with the attributes of "yin and yang"!
The gentle breeze, strong wind, cool breeze, and Changhe wind transformed into "yang energy," rising upwards and turning into "calamity clouds" that rolled across the sky, filled with a sense of oppression!
The winds of Tiao, Mingshu, Qingming, and Guangmo transformed into "yin energy," which sank and began to erode the land of the Thirty-Three Heavens, turning it into a "land vein" filled with "death energy"!
A series of undulating "dragon vein mountains" formed by raging winds enveloped the entire battlefield, layer upon layer!
For the first time, the smile on Tianwu's face froze slightly.

He discovered that this space was being "environmentally transformed" by a theory he could not understand!
The classic text says: "Qi disperses when carried by the wind and stops when it encounters water."

"To gather things together so that they do not disperse, and to guide their movement so that it has a stopping point, is what is called Feng Shui!"

The compass needle in Kunpeng's hand suddenly pointed to Tianwu, who was sandwiched between Yin and Yang energies!
Immediately afterwards, he drew upon the primal power of the Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag and forcibly "opened up" a long, winding river of Xuanming Heavy Water on this transformed battlefield!

This long river intercepted all the "life force" and caused all the "death force" to converge at Tianwu's feet, leaving him nowhere to escape!
A perfect "wind-gathering and water-accumulating" formation has been formed!
"In the principles of Feng Shui, obtaining water is paramount, followed by sheltering from the wind!"

Kunpeng chanted the incantation again.

The Great Dao River began to churn violently, giving rise to countless tributaries that, like ropes binding immortals, coiled around the true form of the Ancestral Witch of Tianwu from all directions!

At the same time, the tribulation clouds formed by the "wind" began to shrink, forming an impenetrable "wind wall" that completely sealed off all of Tianwu's senses!
The smile on Tianwu's face had completely vanished.

Instead, there was an unprecedented solemnity.

He discovered that he was not only trapped, but his connection with the laws of nature was being severed little by little by this strange "feng shui" arrangement!

"Therefore, burial is a method that returns the vital energy to the bones to benefit the living beings born there!"

Kunpeng spoke faster and faster, his eyes flashing with a crazy and triumphant light!
What he wanted to do was not to kill Tianwu, but to "bury" Tianwu!

He intends to use this secret method of "returning qi to the bone" to "return" all of Tianwu's abundant ancestral witch essence to this "tomb" he personally built, so as to "protect" his own path!
"Today, I will take the thirty-three heavens as the 'acupoint,' the celestial stars as the 'sand,' and the Xuanming water as the 'direction'!"

"I'll bury you!"

Rumble——!
At this moment, the entire "perfect burial site," composed of a grand feng shui formation, began to operate completely!
An endless killing intent, like a tidal wave, surged towards Tianwu in the center from all directions, crushing him down!

That was no longer a simple energy attack, but a more terrifying, deadly situation from the level of "feng shui" and "luck"!

In this deadly predicament, Tianwu felt as if his Ancestral Witch true form was bound by countless invisible chains of cause and effect.

His power is being rapidly diminished.

His luck was being rapidly stripped away.

He even felt that his ancestral witch body, which was as old as heaven and earth, was beginning to decay!
"wrong!"

Tianwu finally couldn't hold on any longer. While desperately fending off the "feng shui killing intent" that was like a leech, he asked Kunpeng a soul-searching question.

"This is... Feng Shui?!"

Kunpeng looked at Tianwu, who was in a sorry state in his own Great Dao Domain, and finally felt relieved.

He stood with his hands behind his back, adopting the posture of a "feng shui master" looking down on an "ignorant junior," gazing at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, and said calmly:
"The wind can give birth to all things, and it can also conceal all things."

"Water can nourish all things, but it can also destroy all things."

He slowly turned his head, looked at Tian Wu, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"I will use feng shui to create a grand scheme and bury you."

"How is this not feng shui?"

Having said that, the last trace of mockery in Kunpeng's eyes vanished, replaced by an undisguised, boundless killing intent!
He said no more.

He simply flicked his sleeve!
"burial!"

A single word, like a divine decree, like an imperial edict, like the tolling of a funeral bell!
boom! ! !
An overwhelming killing intent engulfed Tianwu's body.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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