Chapter 138: Fellow Daoist, You Are Impending a Calamity of Blood!

Chapter 138: Fellow Daoist, You Are Immersed in the Aura of Impending Bloodshed!

Within the void, various auras—some subtle, some mysterious, some distant, some transcendent...

All of them were merely onlookers here to watch the spectacle.

Following the persuasion of the Suiren clan, a fair number of auras directly departed, yet quite a few still chose to linger.

The owners of these remaining auras possessed foundations far deeper, more ancient, and vastly more majestic than those who had left, plunging straight into the profound mysteries of the Great Dao.

If the previous onlookers were akin to professors and doctoral candidates proficient in advanced mathematics, culminating as masters of their field,

then these lingering auras were the frontline grand scientists, grand cultivators, and supreme divine beings of the cultivation world.

The human race could shock foundational-less Da Luo immortals, but they could never frighten these beings.

Just like the most formidable game NPCs, players might feel awe, admiration, and appreciation toward them, but never genuine fear.

Even ordinary Da Luo beings were already deathless and indestructible, let alone supreme divine beings. Even the universally dreaded Tribulation of Heaven and Earth was nothing more than discarding a main account and spinning up a secondary one for such mighty figures.

One by one, auras as towering as the firmament, supreme and ultra-sacred, remained completely unmoved.

They inwardly proclaimed: We are supreme divine beings, strictly trained, having survived thousands upon thousands of tribulations to attain the Da Luo fruition. We are beings of great perseverance, and we shall not feel fear.

Fuxi’s eyelids twitched slightly. Patriarch Suiren was still far too gentle.

After all, having emerged from the dark ages, he sought stability in all things.

However, he, Fuxi, was entirely different.

Whether it was his old account as the Heavenly Emperor Fuhuang, his new account as the Human Sovereign, or his classic account as the Azure Emperor Taihao,

he was a primordial great deity with a noble origin and a profound foundation.

What wild winds and towering waves had he not witnessed? Which Da Luo heavens of the Primordial Universe had he not visited? That Hongjun fellow in the Zixiao Palace was vastly more formidable than any of you!

Back during the Tribulation of the Dragon and Han, I was conversing and laughing right alongside him. You lot are simply still too young, do you understand my meaning? Let me tell you, I have been through countless battles and have seen it all!

The supreme divine beings remaining right now were relying on the anonymity of the void to act entirely shamelessly.

Fuxi let out a cold laugh and summoned his natal magical treasure, the Fuxi Qin.

His fingers rested upon the jade table, plucking the heavenly silk strings, causing a gentle white light to bloom. The celestial music drifted slowly, fully manifesting the mysterious power that governed the hearts and minds of all things.

Some of the auras in the void hastily withdrew, while others fell into sudden chaos...

It was a complete mess. As a veteran driver of the Primordial World, Fuxi narrowed his eyes to observe, pierced through the facade by a fraction, and could not help but chuckle.

Even though only a tiny trace was exposed, everyone here was an ancient fox of countless ages—who could possibly hide from whom?!

They were all old friends!

Having seen through their true origins and identities, Fuxi immediately put on a warm, jade-like smile: "Fellow Daoists, since you have all come, why not descend and sit for a while?"

"As you all know, this deity excels in the Dao of Heavenly Secrets. Having just performed a divination, I discovered that you fellows are destined for a calamity of bloodshed today!"

"I, Fuxi, being a notoriously kind and benevolent man in the Primordial World, suggest you step into my Huoyun Heaven to avoid this disaster."

Threats! This was nothing short of a blatant, naked threat!

The gazes of the supreme divine beings in the void turned icy. Da Luo beings represented the Will of Heaven itself; talking to them about heavenly secrets was sheer mockery.

Normal heavenly secrets were as simple as one plus one equals two to them.

Because if they wanted one plus one to equal something else, one plus one had no choice but to equal that very thing.

Heavenly secrets? A calamity of bloodshed?! What exactly was Fuxi playing at?

To have one's words carry out deeds and make the laws follow one's commands—heh, what a joke.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

Strumming strings that produced the rarest sound, where the greatest music attained absolute stillness, reaching into the distant void. Wandering as a spirit above the Emperor of Xi, emerging into existence and retreating into nothingness, this was known as the "Dao."

Strumming strings that formed no conventional tune, where the heart bore no dust and the mind transformed chaos into stillness. Whatever issued forth was supreme music, the ultimate haven of classical elegance, known as the "Dao."

Strumming strings that dissolved into stringlessness, where the sound grew even scarcer, resembling the Great Dao itself. With heaven and earth resting between the fingertips, bold, heroic, and exhilarating, this was known as "Fuxi's Divine Heavenly Resonance."

A piece of celestial music began to play, akin to the Buddha roaring the supreme thunderous sound, yet resembling the Supreme Laozi imparting ultimate teachings, and carrying the mighty force of Pangu's single-ax cleavage.

Simultaneously, Chiyou and Xuanyuan, who had been fiercely brawling, halted their movements, their cold gazes staring intently into the void.

Not only them, but every single Da Luo being within Huoyun Heaven stared expressionlessly into the void.

"What's the matter? Do you harbor doubts regarding Fuxi's technique of heavenly secrets?"

"He is, after all, the Lord of Heavenly Secrets. If he says you have a calamity of bloodshed, then you have a calamity of bloodshed."

After a long while, an illusory, ethereal voice drifted from the void—clearly one that had been heavily altered and disguised.

"Who in the Primordial World does not know and recognize Fellow Daoist Fuxi's mastery over heavenly secrets?"

"It seems this poor Daoist truly has a calamity of bloodshed and is unfit to go out. I shall return immediately to enter seclusion."

One aura withdrew, triggering a chain reaction akin to tumbling dominoes, causing the rest to disperse successively.

Among them was the divine sense of the Jade Emperor, the Great Heavenly Honored One—disguised under his number one avatar, the Ziwei Emperor.

Inside the grand hall, the Emperor withdrew his divine sense, looking contemplative.

Huoyun Heaven had made no effort to conceal this farce, which indicated that it was deliberately staged for the perusal of all the Da Luo beings across the heavens.

Ordinary Da Luo immortals were merely spectators who hadn't personally entered the board; they could only perceive internal discord within the human race, sensing potential profit to be reaped.

This was the first, surface layer.

If anyone were truly fooled by this superficial layer, they had no business being a Da Luo immortal and might as well return home to raise pigs and farm the land.

Such intellect rendered one unworthy of participating in this large-scale live-action reality game called the Primordial World.

Therefore, the various Da Luo beings could perceive the second layer: Huoyun Heaven welcomed the return of Chiyou, the various lineages of the human race were beginning to cooperate, and the human Da Luo immortals were preparing to make a massive splash.

Should a supreme divine being with profound cultivation and vast intelligence be present, they might even discern the third layer...

However, this was far from enough, for hidden beneath this farce lay a fourth layer of meaning.

One known only to the human supreme divine beings and the Jade Emperor himself.

The true implication of the Huoyun Heaven farce was the human race transmitting a message to the Heavenly Court and the Jade Emperor.

The Three Sovereigns lineage, the Heavenly Sovereign lineage, and the Earth Sovereign lineage had already united and mutually acknowledged this Covenant of Heaven and Humanity.

The sole thorn in their side, the Xuanyuan lineage, had already been suppressed by them.

Collaboration could proceed with peace of mind; there was no need to worry that one day the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan would suddenly leap out and shout: "The human race is pure, flawless, and possesses lofty morals, serving as wise and loyal ministers to the Heavenly Emperor. How could we possibly trouble the Heavenly Emperor with trivial worries? We shall handle these mundane matters on behalf of the Emperor."

"With the Holy Heavenly Emperor governing effortlessly through non-action while the human race manages the trivial affairs, the realm shall achieve lasting peace and the court shall teem with upright officials—wouldn't that be splendid!"

As he thought of this, the corners of Ziwei Emperor's mouth curled upward into an irrepressible smile. What a loyal, morally upright human race!

The Da Luo immortals were on the second layer, the supreme divine beings were on the third layer, and he was on the fourth layer.

Which raised the question: on exactly which layer was the human race itself?!

Apart from the human Da Luo immortals, no one knew the answer to this question.

Standing to the side, Luofeng remained ignorant of the struggles between Da Luo beings, but upon seeing the Ziwei Emperor burst into hearty laughter,

he could not help asking, "Why is Your Majesty laughing so heartily?"

"I am laughing..." Ziwei Emperor was about to utter a few words, but rolling his eyes, he forcefully swallowed them back down.

He sized Luofeng up and, noting his solid foundation and the bearing of a future Da Luo, felt a wave of gratification.

His own loyal minister was on the verge of attaining Da Luo—this was a wondrous thing, indicating what? It indicated that Heaven's Mandate was with him, the Will of Heaven favored him, and he himself was the Will of Heaven.

So what if the human race was powerful? Right now, he was the Heavenly Emperor, wielding orthodoxy, and all the talents of the realm fell squarely into his grasp.

As long as he proceeded steadily and maintained the upper hand, the Da Luo immortals under his command would only grow in number, preventing the human race from stirring up any catastrophic waves.

The more he looked at Luofeng, the more pleasing to the eye he became, stirring a desire to nurture and promote him.

Smoothing his tone, Ziwei Emperor smiled faintly and said, "Minister Luo, you have rendered a great service in this matter."

Luofeng hastily cupped his fists, preparing to offer a few humble remarks.

Unexpectedly, Ziwei Emperor waved his sleeve and declared with decisive vigor, "Merit must be rewarded—this is the foundation of the Heavenly Court. Since you cultivate the Dao of the Five Elements, I bestow upon you a section of the Heaven-Connecting Building Wood, which contains a wisp of Primordial Chaos Breath within it."