Dijun's determination was set as firm as a mountain. With a long, piercing cry, the vast power of his Law shook the very foundations of the heavens and the earth, utterly disrupting the natural order of his surroundings.
Boom!
Around Dijun, many terrifying phenomena began to manifest; countless stars flickered into existence, only to explode in a violent cycle, rapidly transforming into billions of star-rivers and a boundless, swirling Universe.
Whatever he thought, whatever he contemplated, and every method of the Dao he had ever witnessed surfaced and surged within the artificial starry sky that now enveloped him.
These Universes—and every tangible substance within them—were constructed entirely from the raw power of the Law, containing the profound subtleties of Formations he had comprehended during his last period of secluded cultivation.
Carrying the weight of this entire starry world upon his back, Dijun smashed forward, looking as though he were wielding three thousand Major Thousand Worlds to suppress Tongtian.
"I possess no Innate Supreme Treasure, so I have tempered my own techniques to the peak!"
Dijun's cry was long and loud. Below them, the Fangzhang Immortal Island trembled and groaned on the verge of total collapse; the sheer power concentrated in the air was simply too immense for the terrain to bear.
"Your magic power is indeed formidable." Tongtian's expression turned solemn as he flourished the Immortal Slaying Sword, the blade humming with anticipation.
"But for existences like us, which one of us lacks the power to pierce through a world? Even if you manifest three thousand Grandmist great worlds and an infinite Universe, I shall still pierce through them all!"
Tongtian spoke with a domineering air and immense confidence. The Immortal Slaying Sword burst forth with a sword-light that spanned the breadth of the Universe, looking as though it were carving out a new reality from the void.
Wherever the tip of his sword pointed, the manifested worlds perished one after another in a chain reaction of destruction. The resulting power of annihilation permeated the entire East Sea, startling trillions of living beings hidden in the depths.
Dijun proved himself peerlessly brave, his golden armor shining with the intensity of a sun, making it physically impossible for any observer to look directly at his form.
Around him, upon one great star after another, tall and imposing figures began to appear in rapid succession. They towered over the celestial bodies beneath their feet, reviving within his manifested world and rising from the ruins like Chaos Demon Gods walking out from the era before the creation of the world. They descended from the stars and rushed toward Tongtian in an overwhelming, unstoppable tide.
These were not mere illusions; they were evolved from Law Formations and possessed a crushing Divine Might.
With only his body and a single sword, Tongtian slashed out ten million times in the span of a heartbeat, manifesting layers of Profound Truths and an infinite, razor-sharp Sword Intent.
The great battle between the two shook the world to its core. Ten-thousand-zhang-high waves rose in magnificent, terrifying walls of water, their impact shaking even the Dragon Palace situated at the very bottom of the sea.
The living beings scattered across the Three Immortals Island all looked up in horror at the sight of that terrifying duel in the sky.
The powerful Aura emitted by Dijun and Tongtian was so suffocating that those who had not yet entered the Quasi-Saint realm did not even possess the qualification to keep their heads raised toward them.
"That Golden Crow is actually this powerful, not falling into a disadvantage even when dueling the likes of Yuanshi or Tongtian?" One mighty expert mused in surprise; the display far exceeded his expectations.
"Now, only the youngest Golden Crow and the eldest of the Three Pure Ones have yet to clash. That duel will likely be the one most worth watching."
While the experts on the Three Immortals Island discussed the battle, they did not neglect their scavenging.
Some were gathering rare herbs, some were mining precious ores, others were searching for hidden treasures, and some were even in mid-chase after fleeing Spirit Beasts.
Within a celestial glade on Fangzhang Island, the heads of the male and female immortals watched the clash between the Golden Crow and the two Pure Ones, their expressions gradually turning solemn.
"Fellow Daoist East King Duke, let us form an alliance."
After a short silence, the Queen Mother of the West suddenly spoke. She felt an immense, mounting pressure; in this chaotic free-for-all, the violence would likely spread to them soon.
Allying with the East King Duke would provide a stable, unified force to seize more Opportunities.
She knew the treasures currently being snatched were only a part of the prize; in the end, the true goal was the permanent ownership of these three immortal islands.
Upon such islands, one could Cultivate with twice the efficiency for half the effort, to say nothing of the inexhaustible hidden Opportunities waiting to be explored.
If she and the East King Duke joined forces and recruited other mighty experts, they might be able to occupy and hold one of the islands for themselves.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Queen Mother of the West, you have finally come around," the East King Duke said with a wide smile, his long-lost confidence returning in a rush.
With the Queen Mother of the West by his side, he would find a way to pull Minghe into their camp. Along with other experts, occupying an island would no longer be a difficult task.
"Hm? Minghe is fighting?"
In that moment, the East King Duke's expression shifted. He felt a grand, bloody qi suddenly erupt. Above the Void Realm, a river of blood stretched across the sky, surging with violent, rhythmic pulses.
"Let us go take a look!"
The East King Duke took a single step and flew toward the disturbance. As he approached, a roar of pure fury reached his ears.
"Minghe! You dare to launch a sneak attack on me? This seat is now irreconcilable with you!"
The voice was thick with shock and anger, laced with a hint of genuine disbelief.
"Kunpeng!" The East King Duke's expression changed slightly, a strange, knowing look flashing in his eyes.
He understood instantly why Minghe had chosen to act.
"The Primordial Violet Qi!"
For such a treasure, let alone Minghe acting, even the Duke himself felt the itch to strike.
However, he had not expected Minghe to be so brazen.
All the mighty experts of the Yao Race were gathered here, yet Minghe still possessed the audacity to launch a sneak attack.
Even if you intended to do it secretly, you should at least find a place where no one is watching!
For the sake of the Primordial Violet Qi, Minghe had clearly become obsessed and muddled by his own greed. At that moment, Kunpeng was fuming with a murderous rage. There was a jagged wound across his back, deep enough to expose the bone, and the sinister energy within it made it difficult to heal.
This was a wound inflicted by the Yuantu and Abi swords. Had Kunpeng been even a fraction of a second slower in his evasion, he might have been sliced clean in half.
"Minghe, wait for the full retaliation of my Yao Race!" Kunpeng threatened, his voice strained as he forced his essence to heal the wound. In all his endless years of existence, this was the first time he had suffered such a humiliating loss; it was utterly unforgivable.
A cruel, evil expression appeared on Minghe's gaunt face. He showed no sign of repentance or any intention of backing down, his eyes still fixed on Kunpeng with a predatory greed.
"Hand over that Primordial Violet Qi to me."
He felt little fear toward Kunpeng's threats. With his strength and unique attributes, almost no one below the level of a Saint possessed the means to truly kill him.
For the Primordial Violet Qi—for the chance to finally become a Saint—he was prepared to risk everything.
"You bastard! I am not the only one who obtained the Primordial Violet Qi! Do you truly think this seat is so easy to bully?"
Kunpeng shouted in fury, his sharp, avian eyes overflowing with killing intent. Had he not been so severely injured, he would have already rushed forward to tear Minghe apart.
"Asking what you already know. Ask yourself: are you truly worthy of carrying that Primordial Violet Qi?"
Minghe said with a cold, mocking laugh. The other six who had obtained the Qi were all destined Saints and direct Disciples of the Dao Ancestor; he was not so tired of living that he would offend them.
Hearing this, Kunpeng laughed out of pure, extreme anger. "Minghe! if this seat is not worthy, then can a lump of filthy, congealed blood like you be worthy?"
Come then, let us see who can hurt the other more.
"Hehe... in any case, I am considered a true part of the Great God Pangu. That still makes me better than a feathered Beast like you!"
Minghe said with a low chuckle, gripping his twin swords as he charged once more toward Kunpeng.
Once he had the Primordial Violet Qi in his grasp, he planned to vanish into hiding and never emerge until he had attained Saintship.
Kunpeng let out a long, shrill cry and transformed into his true form, plunging into the East Sea and stirring up a massive, crashing wake.
"Minghe! If you have the ability, then come and chase me! But let me remind you—I have helpers!"
Kunpeng's arrogant voice echoed from the depths of the sea. He intended to swim directly to Yingzhou to rendezvous with Nuwa and the other Yao Race experts.
Minghe's face darkened significantly. From the moment his initial sneak attack failed, he knew the difficulty of killing Kunpeng had skyrocketed.
Setting aside all else, if that Beast truly intended to flee, there were likely very few in the entire Great Desolation who possessed the speed to catch him.
"I can only plan anew..."
Minghe muttered to himself, his eyes flickering with dark calculations.
"Fellow Daoist Minghe, why don't you and I join forces to hunt Kunpeng together?"
At that moment, the East King Duke appeared. His words caused Minghe's heart to skip a beat.