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

"boom--"

A storm of battle intent erupted from Xing Tian's body, surging forth with an indomitable will, forcing the heavenly soldiers to retreat continuously. Even the Great Luo Golden Immortals like Shang Yang and Jimeng were struggling to withstand it.

"I am Xing Tian, ​​I am Xing Tian of the Witch Clan!"

A roar erupted from Xing Tian's body, his voice filled with fighting spirit, causing even the divine senses of some powerful beings to tremble.

Xing Tian's form gradually changed, his nipples becoming his eyes and his navel his mouth. Unconsciously, his battle intent mixed with his baleful aura formed a storm around him!

"war!"

"war!"

"war!"

The three shouts of "war" grew louder and louder, the fighting spirit relentless. Xing Tian swung his giant axe incessantly, the massive axe beams causing the space itself to crack.

Space solidified, blocking the way for numerous immortals and gods, but the three ancestral witches, Dijiang and Xingtian, revealed joy in their eyes. Xingtian's aura continued to rise, as if he were about to break through the boundary between himself and the ancestral witches.

Xing Tian slashed countless times, his figure growing increasingly ferocious, yet his fighting spirit remained undiminished, charging towards Hao Tian with an indomitable will.

"bite--"

The sound of metal clashing rang out. Haotian raised his index finger, which was covered with a warm, jade-like color, and directly blocked Xingtian's axe that cleaved the space with a black mark.

"Your physical body..." Di Jiang's expression changed slightly, "You actually withstood that attack with your physical body! Your physical body has reached the peak of Quasi-Saint level!"

Haotian didn't even spare him a glance, and looked at his index finger, which was free of even a white mark, with a satisfied expression on his face.

Xing Tian let out a long breath, and his murderous aura mixed with fighting spirit surged out, pushing aside all the spiritual energy in front of him.

Haotian frowned. What a boastful tone.

The turbid evil energy dissipated instantly, and Xing Tian took two steps back, his aura gradually calming down.

His blood had stopped surging, and he had calmed down.

"What a brilliant law of war!" Yaochi praised. "With your current strength, even a quasi-saint or great supernatural being would find it difficult to be your match."

The numerous divine thoughts in the void remained silent. Judging from Xing Tian's increasingly fierce state in battle, he could indeed be treated as an ancestral witch.

But even that didn't break through?

Dijiang's face darkened. Was it really that difficult for a Great Witch to break through the Ancestral Witch's boundary?

Haotian glanced disdainfully at Zhurong and Gonggong, who were supporting each other: "If you don't have the ability, don't talk big in the future. Even I couldn't withstand their attacks with my divine sense. If you dare to spout nonsense again, you will all be killed!"

Dijiang spoke up before Zhurong and Gonggong could, saying, "Thank you, fellow Daoist."

This man has shown mercy today; otherwise, that one sword strike would have been enough to kill the three brothers.

Haotian stopped looking at them and clapped his hands, laughing loudly at Xingtian: "Xingtian wields his axe and shield, his fierce will remains steadfast! Well done!"

Xing Tian remained silent for a moment. The anger in his chest had already dissipated with the slash just now. He also knew that this Heavenly Emperor had no intention of killing him. Otherwise, he could have directly sealed his laws. At that time, no matter how much battle intent he comprehended or how much battle law he forged, it would be too late to save him.

"Thank you for your mercy, Heavenly Emperor." Xing Tian smiled awkwardly, holding the axe and shield in one hand. He was about to touch his head when his raised arm suddenly froze.

He has no head!

This damn instinct!

Silence. There was complete silence outside the South Heavenly Gate.

Whether it was the heavenly soldiers and generals, the numerous immortals and gods, the three ancestral witches Dijiang, Zhurong, and Gonggong, or the divine thoughts of many powerful beings in the void, none of them uttered a word.

Haotian bit his cheek tightly to stop himself from laughing out loud, and Yaochi gripped Haotian's hand tightly.

You can't laugh.

"Brother, what is he going to do?"

"Touch his head, but his head has been sealed away by his father on Changyang Mountain."

"How pitiful!"

Suddenly, several voices rang out from behind the South Heavenly Gate. Everyone looked over and saw ten similar-looking boys poking their heads out. From left to right and from top to bottom, there were five heads on each side of the two door frames, but their bodies were not visible.

This scene, combined with their words and Xing Tian's actions just now, made it even funnier!

"What nonsense are you spouting? Go back to the palace." Yaochi pinched her palm and scolded softly.

The ten little golden crows left dejectedly, and Bo Huang's voice could still be faintly heard in the void: "The Queen Mother is angry."

"Will Father punish us for telling the truth?"

Young Wen's innocent voice rang out: "Father said that lies don't hurt people, but the truth is the sharpest knife."

A gentle breeze blew by, and the gods outside the South Heavenly Gate seemed to freeze in place. Haotian's eyes even became glazed over. It was only when Yaochi tugged at his sleeve that Haotian came back to his senses.

How come these little golden crows remember even the things I casually said so well?

Haotian looked at Xingtian, whose face was dark. No, he was headless, but he exuded a gloomy aura, indicating that he was not in a good mood.

Haotian smiled awkwardly: "Children speak without thinking, they are still children, fellow Daoist, please don't take it to heart."

Dijiang gave a blank "hmm," while Xingtian remained silent, as if he had shut himself up.

The heavenly soldiers and generals all lowered their heads. These four members of the Witch Clan were either Quasi-Saints or Great Luo Golden Immortals, not people they could mock.

"Imperial decree: Xing Tian of the Wu tribe is brave and skilled in battle. He should enter the Heavenly Court to serve as an official. I hereby appoint you as the commander of the Imperial Guards to guard the Longde Palace for me."

Haotian's voice suddenly rang out, and the Heavenly Emperor's decree was issued directly, which startled Xingtian. Dijiang's expression changed slightly, but he did not object.

"Buzz—"

A yellow jade slip carrying an aura of power pierced through space and floated before the South Heavenly Gate. All the gods bowed in respect, even Haotian Yaochi cupped his hands in greeting: "Greetings to Lady Pingxin/Greetings to the Sage."

"You're too kind, Heavenly Emperor and Heavenly Empress." Houtu's gentle and loving voice came from within, and then landed in front of Dijiang. "Xingtian, you have been disrespectful to the Heavenly Court. Since the Heavenly Emperor wants you to atone for your sins, you shall enter the Heavenly Court as a subject."

Xing Tian bowed: "I will obey Your Majesty's decree."

Just as Zhurong and Gonggong were about to say something, the jade slip emitted a powerful aura that immediately silenced the two ancestral witches.

"There are many troubles in the human world now, so I will not disturb the Heavenly Emperor in handling the affairs of the Three Realms." The jade slip trembled slightly, carrying Emperor Jiang and the other two away from the Heavenly Court and flying towards the Underworld.

"Your Majesty, please take care." Haotian nodded, his gaze fixed on the void. "Fellow Daoists, you've all enjoyed the show, wouldn't you like to come to my Heavenly Court for tea?"

"Great Celestial Venerable, you jest. How could this humble Taoist dare to presume?"

"This humble Taoist takes his leave."

"A thousand years from now, I will send my disciple to exchange spiritual fruits with the Heavenly Court."

Voices emanated from powerful beings, and numerous divine thoughts vanished. Xing Tian bowed to the Emperor and Empress: "Xing Tian greets the Heavenly Emperor and Empress!"

"You may return to the Witch Clan to select some soldiers, or you may choose some from among the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals. Take up your posts as soon as possible." Haotian nodded slightly, looking at Kunpeng and the others. "Each of you shall perform your duties."

"Yes!" *N

Haotian Yaochi turned around and returned to Longde Palace together. Looking at Bo Huang and the others who were honestly reflecting on their mistakes, they could only sigh, exchange a glance, and then burst into laughter.

Bo Huang and the others also started laughing foolishly, which made Haotian shake his head. They were still immature!

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I, the humble immortal Taibai, have returned to report!"