Volume One: The Calamity of the Lich Chapter 152: Emperor Jun’s Ambition, Taiyi Ascends to Quasi-Sainthood

Upon hearing this, Nuwa’s face was filled with worry. She shook her head and sighed deeply.

“Brother, it’s not as simple as you imagine. I’ve had this opportunity for sanctification for so long, yet I still can’t comprehend anything from it.”

Fuxi, upon hearing Nuwa’s words, spoke up.

“Sister, do you think this opportunity for sanctification might—”

Before Fuxi could finish, Nuwa interrupted him sharply.

“Brother, don’t speak recklessly! Such words must never be uttered again.”

Realizing her tone had been too harsh, Nuwa softened her voice and addressed Fuxi gently.

“Since our teacher gave us this, there must be a reason behind it. If he could use it to become a saint, then surely we can as well. Perhaps our opportunity simply hasn’t arrived yet.”

Clearly, Nuwa recalled the words spoken by Hongjun.

Thus, the two refrained from further discussing the matter of the primordial purple energy and instead turned their conversation to affairs concerning the demon clan.

“Brother, is it true that Emperor Jun has been…”

Nuwa didn’t finish her sentence, but after countless ages together, and given their cultivation, neither was naive.

Fuxi fell silent at her words.

Nuwa sighed, seeing the situation clearly. Yet she knew that, regardless of Emperor Jun’s intentions, he would not dare act upon them; at least for now, he wouldn’t make any rash moves, she thought.

“Brother, you should devote more attention to cultivation. These years, ever since you became the Demon Emperor, you’ve neglected your practice quite a bit!”

Nuwa looked at Fuxi with worry.

“Don’t worry, sister. I know what I must do. But you, even as you cultivate, should take care to relax. Mental balance is just as important.”

Fuxi’s concern was evident as he advised Nuwa.

Nuwa knew Fuxi’s care was sincere and promised to pay heed.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the Heavenly Court, Emperor Jun and Taiyi were together.

“Brother, how do you have time to visit me?”

Taiyi looked at Emperor Jun in surprise and asked.

“Brother, since that time, you’ve become ever more obsessed with cultivation. How long has it been since we last gathered together?”

After Emperor Jun spoke, silence fell between them.

Both understood exactly what ‘that time’ referred to, though neither mentioned it again. Emperor Jun didn’t wish Taiyi to suffer, and Taiyi didn’t want to recall that helpless, fearful feeling.

Those emotions still lingered, only suppressed by Taiyi’s relentless cultivation.

“Brother, you…”

Taiyi’s face turned pale, then flushed, and he looked at Emperor Jun with effort.

He’d assumed neither would ever bring up that matter again, given their tacit understanding.

“Don’t you see? Compared to before, you’ve lost much. The gap between us and that being is vast. There’s no need to keep gnawing at it, brother. Clinging to such things will eventually hinder your cultivation.”

Emperor Jun looked at Taiyi with genuine concern.

“I know what you mean, brother, but letting go completely is easier said than done.”

As Taiyi spoke, his voice trembled, nearly choking with emotion.

Emperor Jun couldn’t fully comprehend Taiyi’s feelings, but he could see the pain he endured.

Emperor Jun clenched his fists, gazing toward Buzhou Mountain.

For now, they lacked the power to confront their adversary, so they had to endure. Still, Emperor Jun believed the day of reckoning would come.

His teeth bit so hard his lips broke, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, its metallic scent spreading.

After a long while, Taiyi took a deep breath, as if he’d resolved something, and spoke softly to Emperor Jun.

“Don’t worry, brother. I’ll be fine!”

At those words, Emperor Jun sensed a powerful aura rising from Taiyi.

Taiyi produced the supreme innate treasure Hongjun had given him in compensation—the Eastern Emperor Bell.

With a great shout, Taiyi called:

“Sever!”

Suddenly, a strange young man appeared before them, robed with blood-red eyes.

“Daoist Burial greets the respected one!”

The youth, Burial, bowed to Taiyi.

Emperor Jun was elated, seeing the formidable aura surrounding Taiyi.

“Burial, bury the past, annihilate all! Marvelous, truly marvelous!”

Emperor Jun called out in joy.

Taiyi, once somber, now smiled.

Taiyi then shared his insights on the breakthrough with Emperor Jun.

Emperor Jun, upon hearing them, was overjoyed.

“Excellent, excellent! My path is not far now!”

With that, Emperor Jun laughed heartily and departed.

Taiyi’s breakthrough did not go unnoticed by Nuwa and the others in the Heavenly Court.

“So strong… Isn’t that Taiyi’s Eastern Emperor Palace?”

Fuxi, sensing the shift, exclaimed.

“You’re right, brother. That’s indeed Taiyi’s residence, and the aura just now emanated from him. I sensed it clearly.”

Nuwa spoke again.

“It seems the matter of sanctification can be set aside for now. The most important thing at present is cultivation! Emperor Jun and Taiyi truly possess remarkable qualities.”

Nuwa sighed in admiration.

Fuxi felt the pressure, replying to Nuwa.

“In that case, I won’t disturb you any further, sister. But remember, moderation is key in cultivation!”

Meanwhile, far away on Kunlun Mountain, Taishang and his companions looked toward the Heavenly Court with complex expressions.

Two figures appeared atop the Taishang Peak.

“Big brother!” they called in unison.

They both addressed Laozi.

“Well, since both of you are here, let’s go to Buzhou Mountain and resolve Tongtian’s matter.”

Laozi gazed at them with a hint of complexity before speaking in a tone that brooked no refusal.

Yuanshi glanced at Tongtian beside him, then agreed with Taishang’s decision.

Tongtian, hearing Taishang’s words, was overjoyed.

“Thank you, big brother!”

He looked at the two with excitement, clearly eager to set off.

Taishang sighed, then led his brothers toward Buzhou Mountain.

Meanwhile, the two brothers on Mount Sumeru also looked toward the Heavenly Court with complicated feelings.

They knew someone in the Heavenly Court had achieved a breakthrough.

“Enough, younger brother. Temporary advantage is meaningless; it’s those who laugh last that matter most.”

Receiving finished speaking, his gaze inscrutable as he looked toward the Thirty-Three Heavens. The pair then immersed themselves in cultivation.

Such thoughts were not exclusive to Receiving; in West Kunlun and Purple Mansion Continent, others held the same view.