Volume One: The Cataclysm of the Lich Chapter 183: The Emperor of Polaris Faces Disaster, Rahu's Conspiracy

As time passed, they observed that Hou Yi was swiftly integrating the ancestral witch’s blood within his body. Witnessing this, they understood that everything Hou Yi was experiencing now was imbued with profound meaning.

Just as success seemed imminent, everyone noticed that thunderclouds appeared to be gathering above the Hou Yi tribe. Qingxuan frowned slightly at the sight. With a sweep of his magical power, he transported Hou Yi directly into the Hall of Pangu. Di Jiang and the other ancestral witches followed without hesitation.

Meanwhile, in the Palace of Purple Jade, as Hongjun was preparing to preach, he too sensed the changes in the heavenly order. He merely sighed lightly and then appeared within the grand hall.

“Haotian, Jade Pool, close the palace doors and prepare to begin. Today I shall expound upon the path of the saint,” he declared.

The two attendants quickly closed the palace doors, found their seats, and readied themselves to listen. As Hongjun began to preach, countless listeners fell into a drowsy stupor. Only the six in the front—Sanqing and their companions—could barely grasp what Hongjun was conveying. Those behind them, such as Fuxi, were lost in confusion, and further back, people slipped into slumber almost as soon as Hongjun began.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, Hou Yi had nearly completed the fusion of the ancestral witch’s blood. After Qingxuan brought Hou Yi into the Hall of Pangu, he completely isolated the space from the outside world, so much so that even the heavenly order could not probe within.

“It’s done!” Suddenly, a powerful aura erupted from Hou Yi, prompting Di Jiang and the others to exclaim in excitement.

With his success, Hou Yi’s cultivation was now only a step away from reaching the late stage of the Golden Immortal of Primordial Chaos.

“Excellent, at least my efforts were not in vain. Yet your cultivation still falls a bit short. Now that your bloodline has transformed, remain here to consolidate your strength,” Qingxuan said, watching Hou Yi’s achievement. He withdrew the restrictions and concealments from the place, then disappeared without further ado.

Seeing Qingxuan vanish, Di Jiang and the others were disappointed. But soon their attention turned to Hou Yi.

“Hou Yi, how do you feel now?” a group of ancestral witches asked, crowding forward in concern.

“I feel stronger than ever!” Hou Yi replied excitedly, clenching his fist.

Seeing that Hou Yi was unaffected, Di Jiang and the others refrained from disturbing him further, allowing Hou Yi time to adjust to his transformed power and the body of an ancestral witch.

What the wilderness did not know was that, at this very moment, a great event was unfolding in the ancient starry sky.

The Palace of the Emperor of Purple Star.

“Heh heh heh, I advise you not to resist. You are no match for me,” came a sinister, chilling voice from within the body of the Purple Star Emperor, sending shivers down the spine.

“You’re dreaming. Do you still think you are the invincible Demon Ancestor of old?” The voice within Ziwei grew increasingly terrifying, but Ziwei himself only became calmer and more resolute.

“Why do you all oppose me? Wouldn’t it be better to merge with me? I can let you experience the sensation of ruling over all beings and commanding the wilderness,” the voice tempted.

But to Luo Hou’s surprise, his influence over Ziwei was fading, nearly negligible.

“Hah, you must be dreaming. You failed before, what makes you think you’ll succeed now?” Ziwei retorted with a mocking tone.

Unbeknownst to Ziwei, his taunt stirred Luo Hou’s most bitter memories—a time when he was nearly forced to self-destruct, resulting in his current state.

Seeing Ziwei’s condition, Luo Hou knew he could no longer control him.

“If you insist on being so ungrateful, don’t blame me!” Luo Hou declared darkly, making a decision fraught with consequences.

Ziwei had barely registered Luo Hou’s words before a sudden tremor struck his heart. Though he tried to respond, it was too late.

Ziwei racked his mind for ways to save himself, but he could never match Luo Hou’s cunning. Luo Hou launched a fierce attack on Ziwei’s primordial spirit.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the Palace of the Emperor of Purple Star.

“What is happening? Why do I sense a familiar presence in the Emperor’s palace? And it seems to be…” It was Chen Rui, who had abruptly arrived.

He had originally come to the starry sky to oversee the Grand Celestial Array, having noticed that Emperor Jun was scheming in the ancient starry sky. He cared little for other matters, but would not tolerate anyone targeting the Grand Celestial Array, which was vital to the wilderness.

Unexpectedly, before he could uncover anything, he discovered a secret of immeasurable depth hidden here.

Chen Rui’s face darkened as he swiftly appeared before the Purple Star Emperor.

“Ah, why torment yourself? You could have remained peacefully in the demon realm,” he sighed.

As soon as Chen Rui appeared, he lamented.

At that moment, Luo Hou erupted in fury.

“Qingxuan! You again—why are you everywhere? Why must you always oppose me?”

“It’s not that I oppose you, but you insist on opposing the wilderness. Anyone who seeks to destroy it, I will not easily forgive,” Chen Rui replied.

“You!” Luo Hou was enraged, but Chen Rui merely shook his head at the demon ancestor’s humiliation.

Meanwhile, Luo Hou continued his relentless attack on Ziwei’s primordial spirit.

Ziwei responded by summoning his Imperial Seal, shielding his spirit. At the same time, Chen Rui intervened, infusing countless celestial rhythms, resonant with the Emperor of Purple Star, into Ziwei’s spirit to help resist Luo Hou’s assault.

Seeing this, Luo Hou manifested a shadowy spear.

“The God-Slaying Spear? No, it’s just a phantom!” Chen Rui’s expression changed, but he quickly regained composure, knowing that Luo Hou was within Ziwei’s primordial spirit.

“Hahaha! Even a phantom is more than enough for this little fellow!” Luo Hou sneered, driving the spear ruthlessly into Ziwei’s spirit.

Chen Rui flung out a lotus, but it was still too late. The spear had already pierced halfway into Ziwei’s primordial spirit.

Upon his success, Luo Hou turned to Chen Rui with a savage, triumphant grin.

“No matter how powerful you are, Qingxuan, what does it matter? He is wounded by my hand.”

With a final mocking taunt, Luo Hou vanished before Chen Rui’s eyes.

“If you’re so capable, Qingxuan, let’s see if you can do anything to me, or restore his primordial spirit,” Luo Hou jeered as he faded away.

Meanwhile, at Buzhou Mountain.

“Luo Hou, you think you can provoke me with such tricks? You lack the skill. But that poor Ziwei child…” Qingxuan’s face was grim as he heard Luo Hou’s words, but he took no action, only sighing softly.

Unbeknownst to Qingxuan, this ordeal would grant Ziwei profound insight, ultimately leading him to forge his own path.