The Holy Path of the Primordial World Shines Brightly

Chapter 38 The Heavenly Road, A Historic Meeting

No sooner had the ancestral sorcerer Dijiang finished speaking than an anomaly occurred at Phoenix Perch Mountain.

Brilliant beams of light burst forth from the entire mountain range, soaring straight into the sky!

This was like a signal, dominating and guiding the situation. At this moment, in addition to the divine birds that were already circling and soaring in the sky, countless other strange birds swarmed out from the mountains and joined the soaring ranks.

If one possesses profound cultivation and can see through the void world and perceive the great secrets of space, one will discover that these later-appearing divine birds and exotic creatures not only live and thrive on the primordial land and reside in the Phoenix Perch Mountains, but also many more lie dormant and hidden in the smaller dimensional worlds.

Of course, although they are called small realms... in reality, they are not small at all.

They were all created by great supernatural beings in the ancient Dragon and Phoenix Era, who cleaved through chaos, refined earth, water, fire, and wind, and shaped the three thousand great worlds!

Every realm of mountains and rivers is vast and boundless, even more expansive and expansive than the entire Phoenix Perch Mountain Range... Thousands upon thousands of worlds provide a place for the Feathered Race to multiply and, in turn, train their troops!

Even a starved phoenix is ​​still bigger than a chicken.

Moreover, the Phoenix lineage has not yet completely declined and been wiped out!

Although their dream of becoming the overlord of heaven and earth was shattered into dust, and they were no match for the witch clan and the demon clan, they withdrew from the stage of the times and were no longer able to play the leading role.

However, the force that protects them still exists—a large army, an army that was once completely loyal to the Phoenix Clan, but was half-crippled and retreated during the cataclysmic disaster unleashed by Rahu, and retreated to the Phoenix Perch Mountains to protect the Phoenix Ancestor.

Now, they reappear, soaring together in the sky.

That number was terrifying, endless, and boundless!

The Feather Clan's army, their auras united... trillions of True Immortals and Taiyi beings counted in the hundreds of thousands or millions, made the Witch Clan's honor guard, who witnessed this scene, solemn and felt a terrifying pressure.

"Listen to the passage of time, illuminate history... Back then, when the ancestor of the Phoenix lineage went on a tour, his procession was incredibly grand." Di Jiang sighed softly. He didn't care about the pomp and circumstance displayed in Phoenix Perch Mountain—in front of the administrator, no matter how many beings below the Great Luo level came, they could be formatted clean in the blink of an eye.

The Ancestral Witch also sighed, speaking of an ancient era, "People often say that all birds pay homage to the Phoenix... but when the Phoenix Ancestor is mobilized, how could there be only a mere hundred birds?"

"Hundreds of trillions, even hundreds of trillions, are far more than that!"

"At its peak, the Feathered Clan's nine armies ruled over a significant portion of the primordial world. Unfortunately, now they can only muster a remnant of their defeated forces, a far cry from the countless divine birds that once filled the sky, eclipsing the sun and moon... that truly blotted out the heavens!"

Feng Xi's eyes twitched. He wanted to say—not even nine armies, right now, they already blot out the sky!

Heaven and earth... were shrouded in darkness!

The divine birds piled up, too many and too thick, and they kept coming in endlessly... Their numbers were thousands or even tens of thousands of times greater than before, causing the dreamlike and mesmerizing sea of ​​colorful light that had appeared under the sunlight to dim and disappear.

It blotted out the sky and blocked out the sun... It truly blotted out the sky and blocked out the sun!

But soon, a new light source was born.

Which of those countless divine birds didn't possess cultivation?

Even the weakest among them can absorb the essence of the sun and moon and cultivate their innate divine abilities; the powerful are the Taiyi Divine Birds, whose wingspan can cause the birth and death of countless ethereal worlds and shake the sea of ​​the void!

At this moment, their feathers began to glow, illuminating all directions.

The countless divine birds, like countless stars and the sun, shine together!

However, after a moment of dazzling brilliance, the light from those feathers—some as faint as starlight, others as radiant as the sun—underwent a completely new change.

They intertwine, overlap, and finally... merge!

The various strange lights did not present a colorful sea of ​​light as before. Instead, under a subtle and mysterious control, all colors faded away, or rather, were sublimated to the extreme, melting into a pure and flawless color—white!

A pure white light, far surpassing the sun, shone brightly upon the heavens and earth. In a daze, Feng Xi saw a phoenix standing in a void, its wings spread wide... as if embracing the entire world.

This scene seemed to be just his illusion, and it vanished in the blink of an eye.

Along with them disappeared, so too did the number of divine birds that once blotted out the sky.

Yes, now not even a single divine bird can be seen... only white light remains, and only pure white light is left.

It was as if those divine birds had completely melted into the light, becoming one with it.

Be with the light, walk with the Tao!

The light is shining, flowing, and gathering.

The reason for this is that at the edge of Feng Xi's vision, the white light evolved, naturally dividing into seven colors, shaping something—

That was an endless complex of palaces!

It was as if to recreate the wonders of an ancient era and to forge the grandeur of the Phoenix Force at its peak... Millions of magnificent palaces stood tall, suspended in the sky, guarding a supreme palace!

It was as if the halls of gods were holding meetings, where the highest deities gathered to discuss the general trend of the universe, and a single thought could determine the rise and fall of an era.

"All gods..."

Feng Xi, with her sharp ears, heard something.

He couldn't help but turn his head to look, only to see the great shaman, Yi, who seemed somewhat lost and melancholy, and thus uttered that one word.

Noticing Feng Xi's gaze, Da Yi glanced at him and smiled slightly, as if his previous behavior had never happened.

Feng Xi felt a little confused, scratched his head, and stopped thinking about it.

Because he also had time to think about it.

The towering, magnificent palace complex spontaneously shifted and arranged itself, revealing a wide and boundless grand avenue to the shaman clan's ceremonial procession, which then extended spontaneously to their feet.

This avenue is like a road to heaven.

It stretched from the distant horizon, reaching the feet of the visiting witch clan team, inviting them to step onto it.

At the end of the road to heaven, two imposing figures stood silently, gazing into the distance.

"What a grand welcoming ceremony... or perhaps a demonstration?" Dijiang Zuwu stood up from his carriage, his eyes flashing as he looked towards the end of the Heavenly Road. He chuckled softly, "Fuxi and Nuwa, these two fellow Daoists, have certainly put a lot of effort and enthusiasm into welcoming us."

"A hundred birds pay homage to the phoenix, all gods pay homage... This recreates a magnificent corner of an ancient era, inviting us to advance along the path evolved from countless winged races."

"Countless True Immortals, hundreds of millions of Taiyi... With such a lineup, if an inexperienced or fragile being came here, they would probably be too weak to move."

The two demon kings showed great respect for the ancestral witch's visit.

Using a heavyweight army to show off their power while entertaining a small witch tribe team of only a few hundred thousand... who dares to say they are lacking in etiquette!

If it weren't for time constraints and other limitations, they might have borrowed the Chaos Bell and struck it eighty-one times; they might also have borrowed the Taiji Diagram and built a golden bridge as a heavenly path.

Look!

How serious and solemn the visits of the ancestral witches were to the demon kings Xi Huang and Nuwa!

They laid out almost everything they had, as if they wanted to offer their whole heart so that the ancestral witches could feel the passion of this brother and sister.

Of course.

It's true that Fuxi and Nuwa were incredibly enthusiastic in their welcome, but if the Wu Clan lost their composure, who among them was unsophisticated and trembling with fear, their performance would be terrible, and they would become a laughingstock to the innate saints and supreme beings who were currently watching so intently...

Then, some unnamed demon gods spread the word, and all sorts of pictures and rumors flew around, saying how weak and pathetic the witch clan was...

We can't blame them, can we?

Good intentions gone wrong, even Fuxi and Nuwa were helpless!

"Nuwa is powerful, but not particularly skilled in strategy and tactics. Therefore, this shouldn't be her doing." Dijiang frowned. "If it wasn't her, then it must be the work of the Great Sage Fuxi."

"Hmm... You want to subdue the enemy without fighting?" He pondered for a moment. "As expected of the Emperor Xi, his wisdom and strategy are profound. He has brought such a soft target."

"Within its grand and righteous facade lies a sharp and ruthless edge... Truly remarkable! Truly remarkable!"

He clapped his hands in praise, marveling at the encounter with a worthy opponent and a talented general, which was a great joy in life. "Fortunately, I am not bad either... I had anticipated his move and made some small preparations."

Dijiang suddenly burst into laughter, "It's rare for the Emperor Xi and the Empress Nuwa to welcome us with such a grand display. My Wu tribe's sons and daughters should certainly show them their best spirit!"

"Beat the drums!"

"To bolster our military morale!"

A large drum was immediately erected.

A great shaman personally wielded the drumsticks and struck out a drum that shook the heavens and the earth.

"Thump!"

The drumbeats sounded like thunder, as if they were the divine thunder that exploded when the world was created.

Every soldier in the Wu tribe's ceremonial guard, energized by the drumbeats, felt their blood boil... their spirit and will were elevated by an inexplicable power, and their already resolute and radiant souls became even more indestructible.

With a fighting spirit simmering in their hearts, and to the rhythm of the drums, they embarked on that heavenly path!

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The road to heaven may seem smooth, but it actually harbors great risks.

This doesn't mean that someone might plant assassination tools or weapons on it to carry out a sneak attack.

When the Wu tribe travels or visits, they keep a close eye on the Great Luo here; there are at least eight hundred, if not a thousand.

Even if the powerful members of the demon race wished for this team to suffer a calamity and die a violent death... they wouldn't so brazenly resort to underhanded tactics to carry out a sneak attack at a welcoming occasion like Phoenix Perch Mountain.

Regardless of whether it will succeed... even if it does, such behavior, exposed to those powerful beings who are eager to scrutinize this place with a magnifying glass, will render the demon race's reputation useless.

They rely on underhanded tactics to defeat their enemies. Such a group, such a force, has no future!

The high-ranking members of the demon race all had a scale in their hearts—damaging one's reputation yielded little reward, and no one was willing to do such a business.

However, even without ambushes and hidden traps, this path to heaven is not easy to traverse.

Because in essence, it is formed by the coalescing of a terrifying army... their wills are united as one here!

Even without actively attacking, the inherent power of the will above is enough to shatter the Golden Immortal's spirit, causing the Taiyi expert to lose heart and courage, and to display all sorts of ugly behavior.

However, the ancestral sorcerer Dijiang, with his divine wisdom, had already anticipated this possibility and brought a war drum in advance, which, when struck, could stir up thunderous sounds that would shatter the heavens!

This battle drum is specifically designed to break all mysterious spiritual spells and supernatural abilities.

The sound of drums can unleash a vast and boundless pressure of will, and it can also stir up the soldiers' blood, making them highly focused, perfect, and unwavering.

At this moment, with each step taken by the hundreds of thousands of Wu tribe soldiers, an aura of iron-blooded ferocity rose from their bodies.

Their spirit and their will are burning and manifesting, shining between heaven and earth, and in people's hearts.

This era is the age of witches, the age of demons!

How can we make an army of the Phoenix Clan, remnants of an old era, bow down and retreat?!

With swords and spears, their might swallows mountains and rivers!

The Witch Clan never fears a challenge!

No matter what lies ahead, whether it be a mountain of knives or a sea of ​​fire... as long as it is the direction of one's heart and the place of one's great aspirations, then even if it means sacrificing one's physical body, one must forge a path!

Hundreds of thousands of shaman soldiers, their fighting spirit awe-inspiring; the great shaman commanding the troops, his eyes gleaming; the ancestral shaman, seated cross-legged on his chariot, stood up straight.

A fierce will, soaring high and capable of cutting through all obstacles and ushering in a new era, gathers its sharp edge and strikes down on the road to heaven!

"Buzz!"

The celestial path swayed slightly, a clash between two wills in the void.

Ultimately, the Heavenly Road returned to stability, and the oppression disappeared.

The great shaman who had been beating the war drums put down his drumsticks.

All the pressure and strange phenomena vanished completely.

The road ahead was peaceful and uneventful.

Feng Xi watched all of this silently.

He knew that... the power and will of the Witch Clan, from the top to the bottom, had already won the approval of the master of Phoenix Perch Mountain, who listened to their voices and thoughts.

Stance can be hostile.

But the respect for power is something we all share!

A weak nation has no diplomacy. Only by demonstrating sufficient will and strength, and placing both sides on the same level, can there be fair and equal exchanges and cooperation.

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May your journey be smooth and safe.

After traversing an incredibly long distance, the Wu tribe arrived at the end of the Heavenly Road.

It's strange here; the landscape, where white light condenses, overlaps with real things... There really is a vast and magnificent palace complex here, as well as a supreme main hall surrounded and protected by stars and the moon.

When they set foot on this place, the heavenly path collapsed, the white light dispersed, and it degenerated back into countless terrifying winged creatures, which scattered and hovered in all directions.

Some retreated back to the Phoenix Perch Mountains; others disappeared back into their small worlds.

Some of them evolved into human-shaped Taoist figures, descended to receive the shaman clan's ceremonial procession, and guided them forward to rest on the other side.

Only the ancestral shamans and the great shamans can participate in the true conversations.

During this process, two tall and majestic deities came side by side... one with a dragon's body and the other with a snake's tail.

One of them is Nuwa, so the other one is not hard to guess—it is Fuxi!

Two innate deities, the emperors of the demon race, met with the two ancestral witches, Dijiang and Houtu... This was a historic meeting, destined to be etched in the annals of time!

As the driver, Feng Xi, who hadn't yet taken the dragon car far, was fortunate enough to witness it.

When the demon race approached the ancestral witches, after exchanging polite greetings, Xi Huang spoke, and his words were earth-shattering.

(End of this chapter)