Honghuang: Eat a Hunyuan Daluo

"Master, will Saint Zhunti be resurrected?" Yunxiao asked tentatively.

The "illusion" in the Cloud Soaring Illusion and Reality Great Dao is derived from the Devouring Great Dao. Bai Jing just used the Devouring Great Dao to make his move. That black hole devoured everything about Zhunti. In Cloud Soaring's view, Zhunti was dead beyond any doubt.

But the Heavenly Saints are supposed to be immortal and indestructible, which is why Yunxiao asked this question.

“Zhunti will be resurrected. A wisp of his divine soul is entrusted to the Heavenly Dao and should be in the Heavenly Dao space. As long as this wisp of divine soul is still there, Zhunti can be resurrected. If you want to completely destroy Zhunti, you have to erase Zhunti’s existence itself.”

However, to achieve this, even those at the Heavenly Dao Realm would fall short; only those at the half-step Great Dao Realm, like the Great God Pangu, might have the potential to erase the traces of a Heavenly Dao Saint's existence.

Upon hearing this, Yunxiao nodded, his fear and respect for the Heavenly Dao Saint intensified by three points.

Even the Master couldn't completely kill Sage Zhunti, and Sage Zhunti was the weakest of the Heavenly Dao Sages. This shows just how difficult it is to deal with a Heavenly Dao Sage.

"Yunxiao, you must have gained some insights after your great battle with Zhunti. Should you return to Yingzhou Immortal Island for some time to cultivate in seclusion?"

After thinking for a moment, Yunxiao nodded and said, "Thank you, Master. I was just about to go back into seclusion to take the opportunity to comprehend the Dao of Reality and Illusion."

Bai Jing nodded, waved his hand, and led Yunxiao back to Yingzhou Immortal Island.

Meanwhile, at the residence of the Marquis of Xibo, a grand banquet was being held. Ji Fa had by then learned of Jiang Ziya's background. Upon learning that Jiang Ziya was a disciple of the Primordial Celestial Venerable, he trembled with excitement, and a flame of ambition ignited in his heart: "If I can obtain the assistance of a sage, my Xiqi may very well one day be able to take control of the Central Plains."

Upon returning to the Marquis of Xibo's residence, Ji Fa immediately ordered a banquet to welcome him back.

After the banquet, Ji Fa bathed and changed his clothes, and immediately summoned all the civil and military officials of Xiqi.

In Xiqi, in the council hall, the retainers and subordinate officials of the Marquis of Xibo stood in two rows, the atmosphere solemn and dignified. Ji Fa and Jiang Ziya entered the hall together, and everyone bowed down upon seeing Ji Fa, loudly proclaiming, "We pay our respects to the Marquis."

"Everyone, please stand up."

"Thank you, Lord Marquis."

After everyone stood up, Ji Fa glanced at the people below and solemnly announced that Jiang Ziya would be appointed as the Prime Minister of Xiqi.

Upon hearing this, everyone was immediately in an uproar. Ji Fa had just taken over as the Marquis of Xibo, and now a prime minister was about to be parachuted in.
In Xiqi, the position of Prime Minister was second only to the emperor. Such a hasty decision to make Jiang Ziya the new Prime Minister of Xiqi caused a great deal of discussion among the staff and officials of the Marquis of Xibo's mansion.

Many people objected on the spot, but Ji Fa was determined and overruled the objections to appoint Jiang Ziya as the Prime Minister of Xiqi.

Ji Fa then disregarded the reactions of his ministers and got up to leave. Before leaving, he asked Jiang Ziya to accompany him to the inner palace for a discussion.

After arriving at the rear hall, Ji Fa organized his thoughts before speaking in a deep voice: "Sir, my father died in Chaoge, and my brother's journey to Chaoge is also fraught with danger. I suppose the King has long harbored suspicions about our Xiqi. Although the King has not yet taken action against our Xiqi, I feel that it is only a matter of time. How should our Xiqi conduct itself in the face of the Shang Dynasty? I humbly request your guidance, sir."

When Jiang Ziya was in Kunlun Mountain, he was not particularly talented, but he had read many books on governance. He immediately said, "Since you think that the King will take action against Xiqi sooner or later, you should prepare in advance to break with the Shang Dynasty."

How should we prepare?

“I previously worked in the grain trade in Chaoge and know that the Shang Dynasty sells grain and seeds to various vassal states at relatively low prices every year.”

Putting aside the issue of grain varieties, our continued purchase of grain from large merchants is not a sustainable solution. What if we fall out with these merchants and they refuse to sell grain to Xiqi or raise grain prices? Wouldn't the people of Xiqi then go hungry?
"People depend on food for survival. With food in hand, there is no fear. I believe that achieving food self-sufficiency is the most important thing for Xiqi right now."

After hearing Jiang Ziya's words, Ji Fa's eyes lit up. Yes! If there were grain, Xiqi would at least not have to worry about the people starving to death.

"Please teach me exactly what to do, sir?"

“I have a brother in Chaoge named Song Yiren. He should be able to help me find a large quantity of excellent grain seeds. Once I have the seeds, I will ask my fellow disciples for help, and I believe we will be able to grow grain soon.”

"Then I'll leave this matter to you, sir."

Jiang Ziya nodded, indicating that he understood.

After Jiang Ziya entered Xiqi, Xiqi's fortunes greatly increased, and Xiqi, which had been plagued by natural disasters, suddenly became blessed with favorable weather.

With the addition of Song Yiren secretly sending grain seeds, Xiqi gradually began to become prosperous.

Before we knew it, two years had quietly passed.

On Yingzhou Immortal Island, Yunxiao had entered a deep state of enlightenment. His battle with Zhunti had given him some insights, and he continued to deduce the Dao of Reality and Illusion within the field of time, trying to take the final step.

Because Yunxiao focused all his energy on enlightenment, his avatar on the Three Immortals Island also dissipated.

Without her older sister watching over her, Bixiao let loose and spent all her time playing around with Nezha. Although Qiongxiao tried to dissuade her, she couldn't stop Bixiao and Nezha at all.

That day, the master and disciple even slipped out of the Three Immortals Island.

"Master Bixiao, where are we going to play today?" Nezha asked excitedly.

"Would you like to go and see the Heavenly Court?"

"The Heavenly Court? The Heavenly Court where the Jade Emperor resides?"

"Yes, your master is the Qinghua Emperor of the Heavenly Court. It's only right that I take you to the Heavenly Court to see the sights. Who knows, you might even be the one to inherit my divine position as the Qinghua Emperor in the future!"

"The Great Emperor Qinghua! That sounds so impressive! Master Bixiao, I want to go to the Heavenly Court!"

Bixiao nodded in satisfaction upon hearing this and prepared to take Nezha to the Heavenly Court.

However, the next second, Bixiao's hand froze, because she sensed an extremely pure power of faith coming from a statue in the mortal realm.

Such pure faith power likely stems from one of her followers who, having exhausted all other options, placed all their hopes on her manifestation.

"Disciple, let's not go to the Heavenly Court first. How about we go and punish evil and promote good?"

"Punish evil and promote good? Shall we fight?" Nezha asked excitedly.

"Highly likely."

"Then I'll go!"

Bixiao patted Nezha's head, snapped her fingers, and the two instantly appeared in a Qinghua Emperor Temple.

Inside the temple, a middle-aged man covered in blood clasped his hands together and pleaded, "I beg the Great Emperor Qinghua to show his power and save my wife and children!"

"What happened to your wife and children?" Bixiao and Nezha emerged from the stone statue of the Qinghua Emperor.

The middle-aged man was taken aback when he saw Bixiao, then repeatedly kowtowed: "Greetings, Great Emperor Qinghua! I beg you, Great Emperor Qinghua, to save my wife and children!" "Get up first, and tell me what happened to your wife and children?"

The middle-aged man then recounted what had happened to his family.

Not long ago, a man caught a wild rabbit while hunting in the mountains. The rabbit had snow-white fur, and the man planned to take it home and give it to his wife to raise.

However, no sooner had the man returned the rabbit to its home than a young man in white descended from the sky, claiming that the family was raising a demon. He then killed the rabbit and, with a wave of his hand, severely injured the man's wife and children, saying it was a small punishment to serve as a warning.

After doing all this, the white-clad youth flew away. The man hurriedly sought out a doctor in the city, begging him to treat his wife and children. The doctor glanced at them and said he was powerless to help, advising the man to seek another doctor.

Left with no other choice, the man went to Bixiao's temple and begged Bixiao to perform a miracle to heal his wife and children.

Upon hearing this, Bixiao had a thought, and a drop of Three Lights Divine Water appeared out of thin air.

For most cultivators in the prehistoric world, and even disciples of saints, the Three Lights Divine Water is extremely precious. For cultivators below the Quasi-Saint level, a single drop is worth a life.

But Bixiao, being Bai Jing's favorite disciple, had already filled the pond where her master had taken human form with countless drops of the Three Lights Divine Water. So, casually flicking out a drop was no big deal for her.

"Dissolve this drop of divine water in the bathtub, then place your wife and children in the bathtub. In a few breaths, your wife and children will be healed, and may even receive a great fortune. As for the person who hurt your wife and children, I will seek justice for you." After saying this, Bixiao left with Nezha.

While listening to the man's account, Bixiao had already been calculating the identity of the assailant. Although the primordial world was in chaos at this time, with the victim present, Bixiao used the karma on the victim's body to calculate the location of the thief.

So Bixiao tore through space and brought Nezha to a celestial mountain.

"Master Bixiao, is that little thief who hurt people here?"

Bixiao nodded, and without any hesitation, she looked up and broke through the great formation on the mountain.

As the great formation was broken, a blessed land was revealed.

"Who do we have here! It's you, old man, Antarctic Immortal!"

The Antarctic Immortal, who was cultivating, changed his expression drastically when he saw his formation broken. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Bixiao's slightly mocking voice.

The Antarctic Immortal frowned. He didn't want to antagonize Bixiao, who was the most beloved disciple of Saint Baijing.

Thinking of this, the Antarctic Immortal forced a smile and said, "Fellow Daoist Bixiao, is there something you need to do at my Daoist temple?"

“This is none of your business. I’m looking for him.” With that, Bixiao pointed.

The Old Man of the South Pole looked in the direction Bixiao was pointing and discovered that Bixiao was pointing at his servant boy.

"Fellow Daoist Bixiao, has my servant offended you?"

Bixiao was too lazy to explain, and turned to Nezha, saying, "Nezha, this little thief's cultivation is only at the late stage of Xuanxian. Although you have just entered the Xuanxian realm, you have two innate spiritual treasures and the Fire-Tipped Spear that your grandmaster helped you refine. Killing him shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"Master Bixiao, you underestimate me. I don't need the Hun Tian Ling or the Qian Kun Quan. The Fire-Tipped Spear is enough to kill him!"

Upon hearing this, the Antarctic Immortal instinctively called out, "Fellow Daoist!"

"Enough with the words. Do you want to fight me?" As he spoke, Bixiao's aura surged, revealing his mid-stage Quasi-Saint cultivation.

The Old Man of the South Pole looked aggrieved, but dared not say anything more.

"Nezha, go!"

Upon hearing this, Nezha charged at the white-robed youth without hesitation, spear in hand. The spear tip pierced the air with a sharp whistle, and intense flames burst forth from the spear tip, burning fiercely. Caught off guard, the white-robed youth used his magic to block the attack.

In the eyes of the white-robed youth, Nezha was only at the early stage of the Xuanxian realm, while he was at the late stage of the Xuanxian realm, two realms higher than Nezha. Nezha might not be able to break through his magic power.

However, to the white-robed youth's surprise, despite his all-out effort to circulate his magic power, he was ultimately unable to withstand the force of this thunderous strike. He was blasted away like a kite with a broken string, crashing into several ancient trees and kicking up dust.

Nezha, pressing his advantage, was relentless. His eyes burned with fighting spirit as he pursued his victory. He wielded his Fire-Tipped Spear, unleashing a fierce spear flourish. The tip of the spear blazed with fire, and a lifelike fire dragon surged forth from it, roaring as it pounced on the white-robed youth. Wherever the heatwave swept through, the vegetation instantly turned to ashes.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid it, the white-robed youth shouted loudly, and his demonic energy burst forth. His figure suddenly changed, transforming into the form of a magnificent deer demon.

The deer demon was covered in silvery-white fur, with jade-like antlers that emitted a faint glow; it was a rare white deer.

The white deer let out a cry, and its horns were filled with magical power, transforming into two dazzling pillars of light that met the oncoming fire dragon.

The fire dragon and the pillar of light collided violently, unleashing a deafening roar. The magical energy surged in all directions, and the two sides remained locked in a stalemate for a moment, unable to determine the winner.

Nezha snorted coldly, and his magical power suddenly erupted, resonating with the Fire-Tipped Spear. In an instant, the Fire-Tipped Spear shone brightly, and the power of the fire dragon increased dramatically, forcefully suppressing the deer demon's pillar of light.

The deer demon let out a mournful cry, its antlers, unable to bear the weight, snapped off at the root with a "crack," and blood gushed out, staining its silvery-white fur red.

The deer demon cried out in pain, then transformed back into human form and regained his innate Dao body. His broken horns did not dissipate; under the influence of his magic power, they transformed into two gleaming swords that hovered beside him.

Seeing this, Nezha's fighting spirit intensified. With his Fire-Tipped Spear in hand, Nezha showed no fear and took the initiative to meet the enemy.

The two sides clashed, swords flashing and spears clashing, sparks flying, and a murderous aura filling the air.

Nezha's attacks were ruthless, breaking through with a reckless abandon. Each strike was engulfed in flames, forcing the deer demon to retreat step by step.

The deer demon could only rely on the agility of its two swords and its unpredictable and varied sword techniques to try to find an opening to counterattack.

The two fought for more than forty rounds, and the ground of the Antarctic Immortal's cave was riddled with craters from the impact of the magic, but at this point the Antarctic Immortal could no longer care about his cave.

Because he saw that his servant was already showing signs of defeat, and that every inch longer, the stronger he became, Nezha used his Fire-Tipped Spear to gradually compress the deer demon's space for resistance. Soon, Nezha seized upon the deer demon's momentary weakness.

The deer demon was only a moment too slow in drawing his sword, and Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear transformed into a crimson streak of light, tearing through the air and piercing straight for the deer demon's brow.

The deer demon was terrified. He tried to raise his sword to block, but it was too late. With a "poof," the fire-tipped spear pierced through his brow without any resistance, blood splattered, and his demonic energy dissipated.

The light in the deer demon's eyes dimmed rapidly, and its body slowly collapsed, transforming into the corpse of a giant silver-white deer.

The old man of the South Pole's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

(End of this chapter)