68: Chapter 68 The First Manifestation of Imperial Power - The Ambition to Rule

In the Ancestral Witch Hall, the atmosphere suddenly reached a boiling point.

Yuanshi slammed the stone table again in anger, his voice cold: "A bunch of insects and scaled monsters actually dare to plot for the world against us? Preposterous!"

"Brothers, no need for more words, let's fuck them up!" Zhu Rong's roar was like thunder, making the hall walls vibrate.

"Exactly! To dare establish a Monster Race to oppose our Pangu Clan, they must be completely uprooted while still in the bud!" Gong Gong, in a rare moment of agreement with Zhu Rong, spoke with eyes like iron.

The Ancestral Witches nodded one after another. The mission entrusted by Jiang Chen in the past—to rule the Great Desolate within one epoch—had been progressing for over sixty thousand years. Two-thirds of the Central Great Desolate's territory now belonged to the Pangu Clan. The situation was excellent and allowed no interference from others.

"Brother Taiqing, what do you think?" Di Jiang turned to Laozi and asked.

Laozi's gaze was sharp as a blade, his voice cold: "The Clan Leader has long given explicit orders that the Monster Race is our clan's mortal enemy. Since that is the case, we cannot allow them to grow. As Gong Gong said, we must strangle them in their infancy!"

After living together for over ten thousand years, the Three Purities and the Twelve Ancestral Witches had long since merged into one. Influenced by the heroic and fierce temperaments of the Ancestral Witches, Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian spoke with a savage air, daily eating large chunks of meat and drinking bowls of wine, carefree and unconstrained.

Even Yuanshi, who once valued etiquette and law the most, was now filled with lofty heroism.

As for the already arrogant Tongtian, he went even further, imitating Zhu Rong and Gong Gong by going shirtless, exposing his muscular body and radiating a primitive, wild aura.

Laozi was slightly more restrained, but compared to before, he only retained a bit of elegance in his speech; once he started fooling around with the Ancestral Witches, there was no distinction between them.

The reason the Three Purities had transformed so much was, firstly, the subtle influence of the River of Luck, and secondly, because the Twelve Ancestral Witches treated them with genuine sincerity.

For example, since the Ancestral Witches lacked primordial spirits and could not refine Dharma treasures or spiritual treasures, they simply gave all the spiritual roots, precious treasures, and divine artifacts collected by the Pangu Clan over the years to the Three Purities as a generous alliance gift.

When the Three Purities saw the mountain-like piles of rare items, they were so moved they almost wept—they had once been destitute with bleak fates, and it wasn't until they met Jiang Chen that they were able to turn their lives around. Now, being treated with such sincerity by the Ancestral Witches, even if they had hearts of stone, they would be moved.

Later, Di Jiang, to deepen their friendship, even took the initiative to propose becoming sworn brothers with the Three Purities.

Laozi was ranked after Di Jiang; except for Di Jiang, all other Ancestral Witches had to address Laozi as "Elder Brother."

Yuanshi and Tongtian were ranked before Xuan Ming, their seniority higher only than Xuan Ming and Houtu.

"Furthermore, the Clan Leader has long stated that Dijun, Taiyi, and Fuxi have been designated by the Heavenly Dao as future Heavenly Dao Saints. And the Heavenly Dao is the ultimate nemesis of our Pangu Clan. There will surely be a battle in the future; to prevent any mishaps, Dijun must not be allowed to live!"

"Dijun is the founder of the Monster Race's ideology; as long as Dijun is killed, the Monster Race will naturally collapse!" Tongtian spoke coldly, his eyes wide as copper bells, flashing with cold light and filled with killing intent.

The Ancestral Witches all nodded silently.

"In that case, let's set aside those ancient clans of the Great Desolate for now and slay Dijun first!" Di Jiang ordered in a deep voice.

"Brothers, to ensure absolute success, why don't we strike directly at the Endless Starry Sky! According to the message from the Great Witch Hou Yi, who guards that place, only Dijun and his two companions returned to the Great Desolate this time; the other listeners have not returned. For us, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to seize the moment and invade the Endless Starry Sky!" Houtu suddenly spoke up.

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of the Ancestral Witches and the Three Purities brightened in unison.

Zhu Rong suddenly clapped his hands and said loudly: "Sister Houtu's plan is excellent! If our Pangu Clan wants to unify the Great Desolate, the Endless Starry Sky must be under our control!"

"Exactly! The Endless Starry Sky must be ours!"

Everyone echoed in agreement, their eyes full of respect as they looked at Houtu. Houtu truly lived up to her reputation as the Pangu Clan's strategist; she was meticulous and possessed extraordinary tactical skill.

At the same time, in the Endless Starry Sky, on the Ziwei Star.

The Ziwei Star was originally the core territory of the Starry Sky God Clan. Its vastness exceeded that of ordinary ancient stars by ten thousand times. All the experts of the clan gathered here, making it the holy land of the Starry Sky God Clan.

However, at this moment, this place had fallen into the hands of Dijun, Taiyi, and Fuxi. All three were Quasi-Saint powerhouses, and it took them only one year to completely take control of the Starry Sky God Clan.

At this time, inside the Starry Sky Divine Temple at the summit of the Ziwei Star, Dijun sat in the main seat, with Taiyi and Fuxi sitting on either side.

Standing in the hall was a young man in purple robes. He was the younger brother of the Starry Sky God Clan's leader, Daoist Xinghe—Daoist Ziwei. His cultivation had reached the Great Perfection of the Daluo Golden Immortal realm.

He looked uneasy, staring up at the three people above, his heart filled with fear and anxiety.

"Daoist Ziwei, I will give you two paths." Dijun looked down from above, his voice cold and majestic. "First, submit sincerely and become a member of my Monster Race."

"Second, is death."

"I... I am willing to submit and join the Monster Race." Daoist Ziwei gave a bitter smile and fell to his knees with a thud.

Seeing his submission, Dijun's expression softened slightly. He personally stepped forward to help him up, patted his shoulder, and smiled: "He who understands the times is a hero. One day, you will surely be glad for the choice you made today."

"Because my Monster Race will surely unify the Great Desolate, and I, Dijun, will eventually rule over all under heaven!"

As the words fell, a vast imperial pressure surged from his body. His eyes were like lightning, looking down on the eight directions with disdain. Every gesture displayed the majesty of an emperor.

Taiyi and Fuxi glanced at each other, unable to hide their excitement. The first step of the Monster Race had finally been taken!

Daoist Ziwei seemed intimidated by that aura and knelt again, shouting: "I, Ziwei, pay my respects to the Monster Emperor!"

"Monster Emperor?" Dijun's eyes flashed, clearly very pleased with this title.

"Monster Emperor!" Fuxi's eyes flashed with sharp light, and he immediately stood up and cupped his hands: "Fellow Daoist Dijun has founded the great undertaking of the Monster Race; he naturally deserves the title of 'Monster Emperor'!"

"Fuxi pays his respects to Your Majesty the Monster Emperor!"

Taiyi followed suit, bowing respectfully: "I pay my respects to Your Majesty the Monster Emperor!"

However, Dijun waved his hand and said: "The Monster Race has just been established; I do not yet dare to overstep and call myself Emperor."

"But the day I unify the Monster Race will be the time I ascend the throne as Emperor!"

"Hahaha—"

The arrogant laughter echoed through the temple and resounded across the starry sky.

...

Samsara World, Small Netherworld Underworld, on the banks of the Yellow Springs.

Jiang Chen stared at Nüwa, who was sitting quietly with her eyes closed, a satisfied smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.

Not long after Nüwa viewed the three-life stone, she fell into a state of sudden enlightenment.

What she cultivated was the Law of Life, and the extreme of life is death. The dense deathly energy in the place of Samsara was perfectly suited for her enlightenment, making it a supreme blessed land.

"The moment you open your eyes will be the time the Human Race descends into the world." Jiang Chen whispered, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.

A moment later, Jiang Chen set up a restriction around Nüwa to prevent her from being disturbed by the outside world during her enlightenment.

In an instant, his figure stood at the peak of the Samsara Realm, his divine sense spreading like a tide, covering the entire Samsara domain.

After evolving through several kalpas, although the Samsara Realm had become stable, it remained desolate and lonely, devoid of life, like a sleeping domain of death.

"Come."

A low whisper quietly entered the ears of the Four Great Corpse Kings, and they, who were in secluded cultivation, were instantly startled awake.

The four did not dare to hesitate, immediately standing up and rushing to where Jiang Chen was.

"Greetings, Ancestor!" The four knelt together, their expressions solemn and extremely respectful.

Jiang Chen's gaze swept across his four subordinates. Shi Fan's cultivation was the most profound, having reached the middle stage of the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal realm; although the other three were still in the early stage, they were only one step away from crossing the bottleneck.