Transmigrating into Haotian, ruling the Three Pure Ones and pacifying the primordial world.

"We have erected four pillars in the heavens, and we beg the divine lord for your assistance!" Haotian's voice was filled with respect, for even the saints dared not look down upon these four.

To be precise, they are part of the universe. Although their strength may not reach the level of a saint, they can still borrow the power of the Heavenly Dao.

Moreover, they are peaceful and unassuming, so even a saint wouldn't lay a hand on them.

Haotian stood at the easternmost point of the sky, where everything was illusory, as if it were a blue world.

Sensing that the Three Pure Ones had begun to act, he threw out the Heavenly Pillar in his hand, which grew taller in the wind and became as tall as Mount Buzhou in the blink of an eye.

The Azure Dragon lowered its head, glanced at him with its dragon eyes, and spat out a breath of spiritual energy, which transformed into a green gem in front of Haotian, containing an extremely abundant sense of creation.

A look of surprise flashed in Haotian's eyes. Was this a gift from the Azure Dragon?

The Azure Dragon murmured, its long body winding for thousands of miles, soaring and circling from the Eastern Celestial Pillar. Its claws gripped the pillar's patterns, its tail entwined with clouds, and its roar resounded through the heavens.

The white tiger roared, its body towering like a mountain, perched atop the Western Heavenly Pillar, its sharp claws embedded in the pillar, its mane fluttering in the wind, its howl shattering the western heavenly winds.

The Vermilion Bird cried out, its crimson feathers burning with flames, its wings covered in flowing fire. The divine bird flapped its wings and descended, hovering over the Southern Heavenly Pillar. Its wings swirled with scorching heat waves, and its phoenix cry resounded throughout the southern sky.

Xuanwu roared, tortoise and snake intertwined, black armor solidified, giant tortoise carried a pillar to suppress the bottom, spirit snake coiled around the pillar, lying dormant on the Northern Darkness Heavenly Pillar, breathing in and out the cold air of the dark abyss.

The Four Divine Lords hovered atop the Heavenly Pillars, their holy forms revealed, causing the heavens and earth to tremble continuously. The four Heavenly Pillars connected with them and began to grow, reaching the membrane of heaven and earth and descending into the Nine Netherworlds.

"boom--"

The void revealed two colors, black and yellow, and endless golden clouds of merit descended, leaving all the gods in awe. This was comparable to the merit that Nuwa received when she created humankind.

After all, aside from repairing the Heavenly Court, the real important thing is that the world is completely stabilized. Even if Mount Buzhou, located in the very center of the prehistoric world, breaks, there are four pillars supporting the world.

What immense merit this is!

The largest portion, accounting for 40%, drifted towards Nuwa; 30% fell towards the Three Pure Ones; 20% drifted towards Haotian; and the last 10% scattered and landed on the Wu and Yao clans, who were saving all living beings from the collapse of the Heavenly Court, along with many powerful beings.

Yaochi gained the most from this, and the Dragon Clan also gained a considerable amount.

Haotian sighed and looked into the void. A loud "boom" sounded, attracting the attention of all the gods.

Dark, heavy karma appeared, but Haotian's expression remained expressionless. A golden wheel of merit appeared behind his head, counteracting the karma and emitting a hissing sound that was unsettling.

The dragons, in particular, looked terrified, fearing that their karma would fall directly upon them and taint them.

Haotian watched as his merits disappeared and his karma weakened.

After all, Di Jun still had the Heavenly Fortune before. He was a demon emperor recognized by Heaven and Earth. If he killed the emperor, there would definitely be a backlash of fortune.

However, he possessed several supreme treasures, so his luck was naturally unaffected. Di Jun's self-destruction and the collapse of the Heavenly Court were also partly due to him. Now that karma was descending, he had nothing to say.

The gods remained silent, watching the karma gradually disappear before daring to breathe a sigh of relief.

Haotian gave a wry smile, realizing he had truly lost a lot of merit!

Most of his merits came from repairing the world after the two great wars between the Lich King and the Lich King, as well as from Nuwa creating humans and becoming a saint, Laozi establishing his religion and becoming a saint, and from the treasure-dropping coins he received as witnesses after Jieyin and Zhunti made their vows.

With the merit gained from establishing the Four Heavenly Pillars, all his karma was resolved, and he only consumed one-tenth of the merit that Nuwa used to create humans.

"It's good that the karma has been cleared up." Tongtian patted his shoulder and offered a dry word of comfort.

Haotian remained calm and could only nod.

Looking at the Heavenly Court, Haotian lowered his head, and the twelve Ancestral Witches all stood on the earth.

"Fellow Daoists, let's begin."

Dijiang and Houtu exchanged a glance, and the twelve of them said in unison, "With Father God Pangu above and the Heavenly Dao as our witness, our Wu Clan will withdraw from this day forward and will never participate in the struggle for supremacy between the protagonists of Heaven and Earth again."

"Boom—"

The Heavenly Dao manifested, Mount Buzhou emitted its oppressive aura, all in response to the oath of the Wu Clan, and the primordial evil energy was swept away.

All the gods understood that the great calamity had completely ended.

"Gonggong, prepare to die!" Nuwa roared, and a red embroidered ball slammed down. The twelve ancestral witches were horrified. They had not yet formed a great formation and were completely unable to withstand the attack of the sage.

But they were not ones to sit idly by and wait for their doom. The twelve of them threw a punch at once, but it was no match for the saint's great power.

"Senior Brother!" Haotian shouted, but Laozi had already made his move. The Taiji Diagram flew out, and the white jade bridge fixed the red embroidered ball. With a sweep, the Taiji Diagram completely suppressed it.

"Senior brother!" Nuwa's eyebrows shot up as she shouted angrily.

Laozi said with displeasure, "Junior sister, the Ancestral Witch is also a descendant of Pangu. You are showing far too little respect for the Three Pure Ones."

Yuanshi Tongtian, holding the Dao-proving spiritual treasure, looked at Nuwa with an unfriendly expression.

The gods all turned away from the battlefield, looking at the ancestral witch Gonggong with pity. He had once spoken carelessly, which Nuwa still held a grudge against him to this day.

"Fine, I'll see if you can protect him forever, or if he'll never leave the Pangu Palace." Nuwa's eyes were filled with anger. Fuxi stood beside her, his face pale, but he also glared hatefully at Gonggong.

The expressions of the twelve Ancestral Witches all changed. Nuwa clearly did not want to let go of the fourth brother, but they could not set up a great formation at all times.

Haotian snorted coldly: "Senior Sister Nuwa, the Wu Clan are my people. You are far too disrespectful to me."

Nuwa gave a cold laugh: "You haven't truly ascended to the throne yet!"

"So what? Those I want to protect, no one dares to touch." Haotian sneered. "How about you spare Gonggong, and we'll settle one of our karmic debts?"

Nuwa's expression changed. She owed Haotian two debts: one was guiding the creation of humans, and the other was borrowing the Qiankun Cauldron to refine the Demon-Summoning Banner.

"Let Gonggong go on the grounds of cause and effect!" Haotian sneered.

Nuwa gritted her teeth, glaring hatefully at Haotian, her face ashen, wanting to curse but unable to utter a word.

After a long pause, she flicked her sleeve and said, "Alright!"

Although he agreed, his voice was filled with a chilling killing intent, causing the gods who witnessed this scene to shudder.

Haotian was somewhat speechless. "You agree, that's fine." He then shouted at the Twelve Ancestral Witches, "Gonggong, apologize to Senior Sister Nuwa."

Gonggong stepped forward, cupped his hands towards Nuwa, and said, "I was outspoken before, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

Haotian looked at Nuwa, unconcerned. He had already given her a way out; whether she accepted it or not was up to her. He had already done his job of saving face.

Gonggong apologized because his previous words had insulted the sage. If he didn't resolve the issue, even the Three Pure Ones wouldn't be able to speak up.

Nuwa remained silent, while Tongtian gave her a cold snort, then turned to Gonggong: "You should be more careful with your words and actions in the future."

"Yes, I understand." Gonggong bowed to Haotian Tongtian. Although he was reckless, he was not stupid and knew who was truly good to him.

The two nodded slightly and waved for Gonggong to go back.

Haotian, who was about to return with Nuwa, suddenly spoke up: "Fellow Daoist Fuxi, please wait."

"What brings you here, fellow Daoist?" Fuxi's expression was rather unpleasant, after all, this man had single-handedly killed the Demon Emperor and the Eastern Emperor, and held the entire demon race in his hands.

"What are your plans regarding the demon race, fellow cultivator?"

Fuxi frowned: "I am Xi Huang of the demon race."

Haotian's fingers were wrapped with laws behind his back, and he sighed, "I have something to say that can resolve the current dilemma of the demon race. Please listen, fellow Daoist."

Fuxi turned his head away, and Nuwa also turned around and nodded. Fuxi walked over and whispered, "Fellow Daoist, how do you intend to treat the demon race?"

Haotian chuckled, his eyes flashing with murderous intent, and pressed his index finger down hard: "How will you treat him? With Xihuang dead, all is over!"