199: Chapter 199 The Academy Clears Up Suspicion - Prodigies United

Once the two left, the Great Emperor of Fengdu rode a black dragon, soaring through the sky to reach the firmament and land before Hongjun.

Hongjun's eyes flickered slightly, a trace of complexity passing over his face that had been frozen for ten thousand years.

Following him, Nuwa, Minghe, the Three Pure Ones, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, the Ten Yama Kings, the Lord of the Eighteen Levels of Hell, the Five Nether Emperors, the Five Ancestors of the Human Race... all ascended into the sky.

Eight hundred Saints of the Great Wilderness gathered in the heavens, a spectacle of unprecedented grandeur.

Enemies who once fought to the death upon meeting could now stand together under the same sky.

"Hongjun, I trust you have been well," the Great Emperor of Fengdu said, standing atop the black dragon's head with his hands behind his back, his gaze sharp as lightning.

Hongjun remained silent for a moment, distant memories surfacing in his eyes.

In the distant Primeval Era, he and the person before him—Luo Hou—had once been bosom friends who shared heart and soul.

Only because their positions were opposed—one in charge of the Heavenly Dao and the other falling into the Netherworld—did they finally become enemies, contending for hundreds of millions of years.

Who would have thought they could stand side by side today?

"The day the foreign enemies retreat will be the time you and I settle our accounts," Hongjun said coldly.

The Great Emperor of Fengdu laughed toward the sky, his madness piercing the clouds: "This Emperor shall be waiting!"

Before his laughter faded, he suddenly reached out his hand.

Hongjun gave a cold snort and raised his hand to meet it.

As their palms met, the world fell silent.

The living beings of the Great Wilderness watched this scene, yet they were no longer shocked.

If even the Heavenly Dao and Jiang Chen could shake hands and make peace, what did a scene like this matter?

As the top representatives under the Heavenly Dao and Jiang Chen respectively, Hongjun and the Great Emperor of Fengdu finally reached the moment to shake hands and make peace.

This scene could be called the most shocking turning point since the Great Wilderness Era—two supreme powerhouses standing side by side symbolized the official ceasefire between the two camps and raised the curtain on a new era for the long years to come.

Nuwa and the others gazed at the Saints of the Great Wilderness opposite them, emotions surging as their eyes met.

Especially the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestral Witches; their faces were so dark they looked like they could drip water, as if they had swallowed a mouthful of flies, feeling aggrieved to the extreme. Once as proud as the clouds, they actually had a day where they were forced to join forces with the Myriad Clans.

"Since that is the case," the Great Emperor of Fengdu spoke coldly, his voice echoing like an abyss, "you and I shall discuss the strategic deployment for this half-aeon."

Hongjun nodded slightly and shifted his gaze: "Why not enter the Outer Chaos?"

"As you wish," the Great Emperor of Fengdu replied faintly, his tone carrying an indifferent nonchalance. A fight was no longer possible—at least not for now.

With those words, the two led the Dao-attainers of their respective camps into the depths of the chaos, laying down a Political Deliberation Formation in the boundless void to begin planning the layout for the next hundreds of millions of years.

Meanwhile, in the Eastern Primordial World, within the Wandao Academy, the atmosphere was entirely different.

The Pangu Clan prodigy Di Jiutian stepped forward and heavily patted Zhu Long's shoulder, a brilliant smile spreading across his lips: "Zhu Long, from now on, we're all in the same boat."

As soon as he said this, top prodigies like Emperor Huangtian, Li Qiye, and Fusu all looked over, their gazes simultaneously falling upon the rising stars of the Myriad Clans like Zhu Long and Wen Tian.

"Brother Zhu Long, let past grudges be wiped clean," Emperor Huangtian said with a smile as he cupped his hands. "From now on, we are comrades; please look after us."

"Hahaha! Brother Wen Tian, come on, we must drink to our heart's content today!" Wu Shisan familiarly threw an arm around Wen Tian's shoulder, grinning with soaring heroic spirit.

"Right! From now on, there's no distinction between us. Whoever looks for trouble with the Myriad Clans again is looking for trouble with us!"

"Let's charge out together and grind those Demon God Worlds into dust!"

"For any offenses in the past, let us first apologize—from now on, we are brothers in life and death!"

Zhu Long, Wen Tian, and the others listened with bewildered expressions, looking at each other with only one thought in their minds: how could these people change their faces faster than flipping the pages of a book?

Recalling their days in the Wandao Academy during these past three Great Kalpas, they couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness in their hearts.

Every day they were being schemed against, and everywhere they were being cornered, living like candles in the wind. If not for their concern that the majesty of the Heavenly Dao could not be defied, they would have left long ago. To have endured until now was already a miracle.

Now that Jiang Chen and the Heavenly Dao had reached a truce, the pressure was suddenly lifted, and they felt as if a heavy burden had been removed.

"Listen up!" Di Jiutian suddenly shouted loudly, patting Zhu Long's shoulder again with full momentum. "Whoever dares to touch a single finger of Zhu Long and his group is challenging me, Di Jiutian!"

Zhu Long's mouth twitched, and he inwardly rolled his eyes.

During these three Great Kalpas, who was the most enthusiastic about targeting him? Wasn't it this "good brother" right in front of him! Every time he was at a critical moment in closed-door cultivation, this fellow would surely bring a group of Pangu Clan geniuses to his door to provoke him, forcing him to take action.

After several times of being unable to endure it and fighting back, the result was always being beaten black and blue, left in a wretched state.

If it weren't for the strict rules of the Wandao Academy—that one may compete but not kill—he would have likely returned to the Netherworld long ago, and the grass on his grave would be tall enough to graze sheep.

Seeing Di Jiutian's look of immense loyalty now, Zhu Long only felt a tightness in his chest, nearly spitting out a mouthful of old blood.

Di Jiutian noticed his expression was off, raised an eyebrow, and his gaze suddenly cooled: "What? Brother Zhu Long, do you look down on me?"

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare!" Zhu Long shuddered, quickly cupping his hands in a salute, his voice even carrying a hint of a tremble. "In the future... I hope Fellow Daoist will show much forbearance."

"Eh—" Di Jiutian immediately switched back to a smile and laughed heartily. "Forbearance for what? I told you, we're one family!"

Wen Tian and the others could only smile bitterly upon hearing this, yet they also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally... they had made it through!

With the ceasefire between Jiang Chen and the Heavenly Dao, the Great Wilderness finally welcomed a long-awaited true peace.

From then on, the Primordial Myriad Clans that had been lying low in the myriad worlds of chaos were able to return to the continent, no longer fearing the pursuit and suppression of the Pangu Clan; and the native living beings of the Great Wilderness could also freely traverse the starry sky, step into the boundless chaos, and travel the myriad worlds.

This was a brand new era.

Conflicts still existed, but no one dared to deal a killing blow anymore—because everyone knew that the true catastrophe was still to come.

Half an aeon later, the Demon God World would launch a full-scale invasion. At that time, the heavens and earth would crack and the myriad Daos would collapse; only through unity could they survive.

During this long period of preparation, peace became the only main theme.

As hundreds of millions of years flowed by, the powerhouses from both sides gathered in the Outer Chaos to jointly discuss countermeasures.

They formed the Prehistoric Alliance, divided war zones, deduced formations, and even conducted large-scale military drills within the Eternal Chaos.

However, regarding the position of the commander-in-chief of the Prehistoric Alliance, the controversy grew increasingly intense.

There could only be one commander-in-chief. Hongjun and the Great Emperor of Fengdu each held their own views, and the forces behind them would not budge an inch.

The argument grew more and more heated, nearly tearing off all pretenses of civility, and it looked as if they were about to come to blows.

"Enough!"

A cold shout, like a bell echoing through the nine heavens, instantly suppressed the entire field.

Everyone stopped abruptly. Whether it was the Three Pure Ones, the Saints, or the Great Emperor of Fengdu and Hongjun, all fell silent.

Only one person possessed such prestige—Nuwa.

She stood in the center, her expression calm, yet she carried a noble air that brooked no defiance.

In this world, her status remained supreme.

After all, Nuwa was the woman of the Samsara Emperor Venerable Jiang Chen, the Holy Mother of the Human Race, and the Matriarch of the Pangu Clan; even the Great Emperor of Fengdu had to respectfully call her 'Empress' upon meeting her.

She swept her gaze across them and spoke coldly: "Do not forget, the commander-in-chief of the alliance is not judged by whose fist is harder, but by who can devise the best strategies!"

Hongjun immediately cupped his hands: "Does the Empress have someone in mind?"

Everyone's eyes focused on her simultaneously. Since she had said this, she clearly already had a conclusion.

Nuwa's expression remained unchanged as she uttered only two words—

"Bai Qi."

"Bai Qi?!"

An uproar ensued. A sharp light flashed in Minghe's eyes; that was his personal disciple!