12dz Chapter 57 The Three Heavenly Kings Enter the Heavenly Court, Ancestral Qi Fire, and Changes in the
Chapter 57 The Three Heavenly Kings Enter the Heavenly Court, Ancestral Qi Fire, and Changes in the
After sparring for a while longer, Di Yi and the others stopped. There was no point in continuing the fight—although Zhao Gongming and the Three Immortals were not weak, they did not pose much of a threat to Di Yi.
The same applies to Zhao Gongming and the Three Immortals; they couldn't harm the Emperor in the slightest. Even if they set up the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation, it would most likely be to no avail.
This Emperor Yi followed the path of dual cultivation of the physical body and the primordial spirit. His physical body condensed an indestructible spiritual light, comparable to an innate spiritual treasure.
The Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation can weaken a person's primordial spirit and suppress their magical power, but only if the physical body's defenses are breached first. Di Yi's physical body is like a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, and even the Primordial Golden Cauldron cannot do anything to him.
To put it bluntly, the Nine Turns Yellow River Formation is specifically designed for Nascent Soul cultivators—in the prehistoric world, apart from the Witch Clan, most people are Nascent Soul cultivators, and even if there are a few body cultivators, their cultivation level is not a concern.
When this grand formation was originally designed, body cultivation was not taken into consideration at all. Even if it had been considered, it wouldn't have made much sense: a physical body fused with the undying spiritual light is like a primordial spiritual treasure, and primordial spiritual treasures are indestructible, which is no joke.
How could their great formation possibly do anything to them?
We can't beat them, we just can't beat them.
Furthermore, with the Heavenly Emperor already present, they could no longer continue fighting. So they all stopped and bowed to the Heavenly Emperor.
"Greetings, Your Majesty!" Zhao Gongming clasped his hands in greeting to the Emperor.
"The Three Immortals of the Jie Sect, namely Bixiao and Qiongxiao, greet Junior Uncle." The Three Immortals also bowed gracefully.
Haotian nodded slightly and raised his hand to help her up: "Yes, get up."
His gaze fell on the three Xiaos, scrutinizing them closely.
The woman in the center was dressed in white, her hair styled in twin buns, exuding a pure and noble air. She wore a red robe with a white crane and a crimson tassel on top. This woman was so beautiful that even without makeup or adornment, she surpassed all other beauties in the world.
With exquisite features, stunning beauty, and deep, captivating eyes, she stirred countless storms with every smile and frown. She was none other than Yunxiao, the leader of the Three Immortals.
Beside her stood Qiongxiao in red and Bixiao in green. The two bore a striking resemblance to Yunxiao, one heroic and the other lively.
In her previous life, such beauty would have made her a star, garnering countless fans. Unfortunately, this is the primordial world, a world of immortals and gods. Although the Three Immortals of Sanxiao are considered exceptionally beautiful, they wouldn't even rank in the top ten.
Of all the women Haotian had ever seen, the most beautiful were Nuwa and Pingxin. These two saints were flawless, dignified, and holy, beyond compare.
Secondly, there are the innate deities—the Taiyin Star Lord Xihe and the Changxi sisters, the Wu clan's Xuanming, as well as Yaochi and Yaoji, etc.
Then came the generation of the Three Immortals of Sanxiao, such as the Golden Spirit Mother and the Wudang Mother of the Jie Sect.
Far away.
Besides their beautiful appearance, what is most admirable about the Three Immortals is their courage.
In the great calamity of the future Investiture of the Gods, these three were the kind of beings who dared to directly attack even saints.
Regardless of the outcome, this courage deserves respect.
They must know the saying, "Below even a sage are but ants," a phrase they, as disciples of the Jie Sect, could not possibly be unaware of. To knowingly do the impossible is to sacrifice one's life for righteousness.
Haotian affirmed this. How can a cultivator forge ahead without fearlessness? How can one attain enlightenment if one is timid and hesitant, always looking back and forth?
In the past, for the beings of the primordial world, perhaps reaching the quasi-saint level was the end of the Dao. But now, with him present, the Heavenly Court's upper limit will continue to rise—the Primordial Chaos is not the end of the Dao!
As for the Three Immortals' intentions, Haotian knew perfectly well.
"Do the three of you also wish to join the Heavenly Court?" Haotian asked.
The three exchanged a glance and nodded emphatically: "Yes, Uncle-Master."
Haotian pondered for a moment and said, "I hereby confer upon you the title of Immortal Maidens of Response and Attendance."
He bestowed this divine position upon them for their own good. Yunxiao's Great Dao is the Dao of Transformation, which is close to reincarnation. This divine position would allow her to quickly comprehend the Great Dao and increase her cultivation, making it most suitable.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The three quickly bowed.
"Yes, you should practice diligently in your daily lives. Your cultivation levels are still too low," Haotian instructed.
The three nodded solemnly.
Haotian then looked at Xingtian and the others: "Xingtian, you and the others will stay in the First Heaven for now and guard it together with Di Yi. You can practice together from time to time, which will also help you improve."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Xing Tian and the others clasped their hands in response. They couldn't be happier to work with a powerful figure like Di Yi. As for the rank of their divine positions, they had no objection—as long as it could revitalize the Wu Clan, they would be willing to serve even as lowly soldiers.
Haotian nodded, and his figure disappeared, returning to the Lingxiao Palace.
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Inside the Lingxiao Palace, Haotian sat upright in a secret chamber. He first used his divine sense to sense various parts of the Heavenly Court: Yaochi was still in seclusion, Taibai and Lu Ya were not in the Heavenly Court, and Yaoji was stealing peaches in the Peach Garden... He shook his head, ignored them, and began to concentrate on cultivating his Yang God.
The primordial ancestral energy surged out from within the body, transforming into primordial fire, which refined the yin essence within the primordial spirit.
That flame was formless and intangible, yet it contained the supreme power to refine all things.
Unlike ordinary fire, which is scorching and burning, it exudes a strange "coolness"—not in terms of temperature, but in terms of inherent restraint.
The yang fire refines the yin, like the blazing sun melting ice; that aura is enough to instill an instinctive fear in all yin-attributed beings.
The moment Haotian began cultivating, the aura of the ancestral fire quietly leaked out.
Instantly, the entire Heavenly Court was shaken.
Regardless of their location or level of cultivation, all the immortals and gods in the Heavenly Court sensed that aura at the same moment.
It was an indescribable terror—as if an invisible pair of eyes were looking down on them, as if an invisible hand was holding their lifeline.
That wasn't a suppression of strength, but a complete and utter crushing defeat. It was like an ant gazing up at the sky, or mortals facing the might of heaven.
"What...what kind of aura is this?"
"Great terror...Great terror has descended!"
"It's the Lingxiao Palace! The signal came from where His Majesty is in seclusion!"
The immortals and gods turned pale and all turned to look in the direction of the Lingxiao Palace. Although they could not see the situation inside the palace, they all clearly sensed that it contained a terrifying power capable of erasing their entire existence.
Fortunately, the Heavenly Court was sealed off by the ancient starry sky and the thirty-three heavens, preventing this aura from leaking into the primordial world. Otherwise, the beings of the primordial world would have been terrified, and even those few sages would probably have changed color.
The Ancestral Fire, belonging to Yang, is the nemesis of all Yin-related things in the world, especially the primordial spirit. In the primordial world, whether cultivators, mortals, or even saints, their primordial spirits all belong to Yin—although the primordial spirits of saints reside in the Heavenly Dao, they ultimately have not ascended to a higher dimension and remain essentially Yin. Once the aura of the Ancestral Fire spreads, it is tantamount to hanging a sharp sword over the hearts of all living beings.
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Just as everyone in the Heavenly Court was filled with fear and unease, the power they wielded began to change.
That power seemed to have been tempered by an invisible force, removing certain impurities of yin and becoming purer and more intense.
The power was originally bestowed by the Heavenly Emperor and is of the same origin and nature as him. Therefore, this change not only did not harm the holder, but was also subtly altering something.
Not only were powers undergoing strange changes, but even the ancient starry sky and the thirty-three heavens were also experiencing strange transformations.
Above the heavens, billions of stars twinkled simultaneously, their multicolored light weaving into a net. Deep within the stars, the laws of the universe manifested themselves, and the previously obscure mysteries of heaven and earth became clearly visible, like pages turned in a book.
Within the thirty-three heavens, the power of the laws of each heaven resonated and trembled, seemingly echoing the ancestral fire emanating from the depths of the Lingxiao Palace.
"A great opportunity!"
It's unclear who reacted first, but all the celestial beings in the Heavenly Court sat cross-legged, focused their minds, and began to comprehend the manifested laws.
How could we possibly miss such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?
For a moment, the entire Heavenly Court was immersed in silence. Only the starlight flowed across the sky, and the laws of nature were revealed, silently telling the most profound secrets of the world.
Deep within the Lingxiao Palace, Haotian remained completely unaware of this.
His mind was completely immersed in the ancestral fire, using the yang fire to refine the yin spirit, and step by step moving towards the supreme yang spirit.