Primordial: I, Dijun, Only Want to Build the Great Desolation-Chapter 79 - 74 The Authority of the Saint
79: Chapter 74 The Authority of the Saint
79 -74 The Authority of the Saint
However, it seemed that Di Jun now cast aside the pain of his body, with eyes only for the punch thrown by Pangu’s Illusion.
Di Jun raised his claws, meeting the punch head-on without dodging.
In an instant, the power within his body found an outlet for release, pouring out in a surge.
Suddenly, there was silence between heaven and earth.
At the point of their collision, a wave of energy rippled outward.
“Clang!”
The sound of the Chaos Bell rang out, guarding Taiyi.
Layers of clear light shed from the River Map and Luo Book undulated with ripples.
The Pangu’s Illusion, however, seemed even more ethereal, as if it was about to disappear, but it stabilized at the last moment.
Although the River Map and Luo Book weakened it, Di Jun’s true form also endured a tremendous force.
Di Jun could feel his body was injured, but he didn’t care; it wasn’t enough to affect his combat.
He couldn’t help but shout in a low voice, “Again!”
It could be seen that the recent battle had excited Di Jun, but it was yet to satisfy him fully.
He could feel that the condensed Pangu’s Illusion only reached the level of a Primordial Golden Immortal.
But its control over power, due to its nature and origin, surpassed Di Jun’s.
The Pangu’s Illusion summoned by the Twelve Devastating Gods Formation didn’t even have an origin, its power was nothing close to even a billionth of Pangu God’s.
If the Twelve Ancestor Witches were any stronger, Di Jun might not stand a chance at all.
Hearing Di Jun’s voice, the mind-linked Twelve Ancestor Witches once again controlled Pangu’s Illusion, intending to throw another punch.
Di Jun also flapped his wings, ready to meet it.
Just as Pangu’s Illusion began to raise its arm, it slowly dissipated into thin air.
Seeing this, Di Jun slightly startled, his gaze involuntarily shifted towards the Twelve Ancestor Witches.
The Twelve Ancestor Witches, although still standing on the earth, conveyed to Di Jun a sense of utter exhaustion, drained of strength.
Realizing the situation, Di Jun understood that it was already quite difficult for the Twelve Ancestor Witches to maintain one strike from Pangu’s Illusion.
But that one strike was enough to break the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation of the East King.
Even if they allowed Pangu’s Illusion’s energy to release freely, most living beings within the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation could have perished.
Any other Primordial Golden Immortal under this force might have been seriously injured, losing their ability to fight.
They might even be reduced to the state Wang Shu was in after the great battle of Dao against Demon.
Di Jun dispersed the various forces within his body, transforming them into an Innate Taoist Body.
The River Map and Luo Book floating above his head became a streak of flowing light, merging into Di Jun’s body.
Pure star power gushed from the River Map and Luo Book; Di Jun circulated the Star Refining method, slowly repairing his physical injuries.
After being bathed in diverse energies, Di Jun felt while using the Star Refining method, that his physical body was gradually improving.
It seemed as if the bottleneck between Daluo Golden Immortal and Primordial Golden Immortal bodies had vanished.
This was something Di Jun did not expect.
Di Jun was slowly circulating the Star Refining method, simultaneously absorbing Innate Spiritual Energy to restore his own mana.
Afterward, Di Jun and Taiyi once again approached the Twelve Ancestor Witches.
“Didn’t I say that you were no match for my brother?
Now do you believe it?”
Taiyi spoke with a hint of teasing.
“Hmph!
It was our first time deploying the Twelve Devine Slaughter Formation, we are not yet proficient.”
Zhu Rong responded while looking at Taiyi.
Both were adept at manipulating fire; when Taiyi was a guest of the Witch Clan, they had sparred the most.
In physical combat, the two were equals.
But once Taiyi employs mana and the Chaos Bell and so forth, Zhu Rong would be no match for him.
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Even so, Zhu Rong persistently defied Taiyi.
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“Zhu Rong!”
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Di Jiang spoke.
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“Daoist Di Jun truly deserves his reputation as the one and only Primordial Golden Immortal in Primordial, the foremost among all.”
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Di Jiang praised.
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“You flatter me too much, Ancestor Witch Di Jiang.
The Primordial Continent is vast beyond measure, with no shortage of Primordial Golden Immortals, not to mention being called the first among them.”
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“Oh?”
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Just as Di Jiang was about to ask again, he suddenly felt an immense oppressive force.
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It wasn’t just Di Jiang who felt it; everyone present felt it, or rather, the entire Primordial felt this oppressive force.
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Feeling this pressure, Di Jun realized that its master’s cultivation was much stronger than his own, and it might even have reached the level of a Primordial Chaos Great Luo Golden Immortal.
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Primordial Chaos Great Luo Golden Immortal!
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A name of a being emerged in Di Jun’s mind.
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Hong Jun the Ancestor.
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Could it be that Hong Jun the Ancestor has become a Saint?
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One must know that after the great battle between Dao and Demon, Hong Jun the Ancestor had disappeared without a trace, completely vanishing from the world.
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If he has now reappeared in Primordial, it must surely be that he has advanced further and become a Saint.
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Has Hong Jun the Ancestor finally become a Saint?
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Various thoughts flashed through Di Jun’s mind regarding the changes that would occur after Hong Jun the Ancestor’s ascension to sainthood.
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Under the Saint’s oppressive force, all beings felt an immense pressure, such that they were even unable to stand in battle.
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In the midst of it all, a voice in the void told all beings that bending the knee would be enough to dispel the pressure.
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The Twelve Ancestor Witches, Taiyi, and Di Jun all did not bend their knees, instead, they resisted this oppressive force.
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The Witch Clan, who battles against heaven and earth, naturally would not submit.
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As for Taiyi, pride was inherent in his being, and he would not bow to this inexplicable oppressive force.
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Di Jun wanted to see if he could withstand and defy this oppressive force.
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Di Jun was not the only one; there were many other beings in Primordial who felt the same.
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The Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain, Fu Xi and Nuwa of Feng Qi Mountain, the Primordial Being of Longevity Mountain Wuzhuang Temple, East King of Zifu State, as well as Zhun Ti and Jie Yin on Mount Sumeru in the Western Primordial, and others.
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Although these beings felt immense pressure, they still stood firm and did not bow.
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Of course, there were many more beings in Primordial who followed the guidance of that mysterious voice, bowing their heads.
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At this moment, a voice resounded in the ears of all beings.
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“I am Hong Jun, who has traversed countless years, and today, I have attained Dao and become a Saint, thus I shall enlighten Primordial.”
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“In three thousand years, I shall preach in the Purple Cloud Palace amidst Chaos; all those who are predestined may come and listen.”
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No sooner had the voice faded, Di Jun felt the oppressive force intensifying even further.
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Upon hearing the identity of Hong Jun the Ancestor, East King of Zifu State ceased resisting and was the first to bend his body in salute.
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The Three Pure Ones of Kunlun Mountain, Daoist Tai Ching spoke, “Since it is to enlighten Primordial, we three should offer our salutations.”
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Speaking, the three bent their bodies simultaneously to salute.
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The beings of Feng Qi Mountain, Mount Sumeru, Longevity Mountain, and others, all followed the guidance of the mysterious voice and bent in salute.
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The Twelve Ancestor Witches remained resolute, exchanging glances.
Twelve essences converged together, materializing a grand hall behind them.
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In a split second, Di Jun felt as if the Saint’s oppressive force had vanished completely.
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Could this be…
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Looking at the grand hall behind the Twelve Ancestor Witches, Di Jun couldn’t help but speculate: Could this also be one of the trump cards of the Witch Clan?
To be able to counterbalance the pressure exerted by a Saint.
