The fuck is Taiyi?

  The little fox almost burst out laughing when she heard this. She really did dislike, or even hate Taiyi, but it was the first time she’d heard someone talk about him like this. As for Di Jun, she’d heard of the name before, but never met the person in question.

  Di Jun was an extraordinary human great emperor of the human dao era. His foundations had been so vast that he’d almost rivaled Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan. Even now, there were those who still worshipped him on the ancestor planet.

  The little fox didn’t know what’d happened in the human dao era or what kind of grudge existed between Wuzhiqi, Di Jun, and Taiyi. Fuxi had set their destination for the time after Emperors Fall, when the immortal dao already existed.

  As he approached the little fox, a hazy flame blossomed from Wuzhiqi’s body, looking like water on fire. There was nothing but lust in his eyes when he regarded the little fox.

  She considered the situation gravely and slowly summoned the Bell of Chaos from her right hand, enveloping her body with it. They were at the intersection of Earth and the world of immortals. She hadn’t yet entered Earth’s cosmos and they were a long ways off from the actual planet.

  Lin Yan and the others couldn’t sense that she or Wuzhiqi was here; the two were effectively facing off in a no man’s land.

  As the little fox backed away, space around her turned viscous and tightly held her in place.

  “Tushan, I don’t want your treasure or anything else from you. I just want your virginity pill.” A long, thin tongue snaked out of Wuzhiqi’s mouth to flick his nose. The little fox had no idea how he managed to pull that off.

  She looked warily at the big monkey, frosty killing intent exuding from her eyes. However, she didn’t brashly jump into action. The little fox could clearly sense that the Wuzhiqi in front of her was no longer the one she’d known from the great wilderness. He’d converted himself fully to a lifeform beneath the immortal dao.

  Even his combat arts and cultivation methods had been baptized by the immortal dao. In Lu Yun’s words, the big monkey had kept up with the times and hadn’t been rendered obsolete by progress.

  It was obvious that Wuzhiqi hadn’t just broken out of his seal. He’d dwelled in the world of immortals for an unknown period of time and observed certain events happening. He’d probably even visited the Dao Academy and learned a variety of new combat arts and cultivation methods there, integrating the new knowledge with his own.

  The little fox was no match for him now.

  “Are you going to strip off your clothes and crawl in front of me, or do you want me to do the deed?” The burning water around him flickered with greater intensity until space seemed to noticeably freeze to the naked eye. The little fox couldn’t move anymore.

  “So it looks like you want me to do it.” Cackling, Wuzhiqi walked up to the little fox and reached out to tug at her robes.

  Humm.

  A large buzz sounded at the void of the intersection between the Earth and the world of immortals. A magnificent shadow suddenly appeared behind the little fox as a domineeringly powerful surge of strength crashed over Wuzhiqi.

  “Di Jun!!” The big monkey screeched and shot several thousands of kilometers backwards. He held his club horizontally in front of him, looking back in the direction he’d come from with dismay and alarm.

  The magnificent figure was just a shadow with blurry features, but it towered into the heavens and stood behind the little fox. Confusion and fear glittered in Wuzhiqi’s pale golden eyes.

  In the Primeval Era, in particular a long period of time before Emperors Fall, Wuzhiqi had symbolized invincibility. He’d led the countless remnants of connate races and almost overthrown the era of human rule.

  Those days marked the disappearance of the Three Pure Ones, the reincarnation of the Eastern Emperor, and the mystery of Eternal and Arbiter’s whereabouts. There didn’t seem anyone who could stand up to the monkey.

  But then, Emperor Di Jun rose to prominence in those dark days and defeated Wuzhiqi numerous times before finally sealing him beneath the eye of the North Sea until present day. It was also because of this that the monkey had avoided untold cataclysms and lived until modern times.

  However, Wuzhiqi wasn’t grateful in the least. Compared to being sealed in a dark and gloomy eye of the sea where no sunlight reached, he’d rather have died. Now that he’d broken free of his seal, he only had two wishes. One, to revitalize his race and two, to seek revenge on Di Jun.

  He didn’t believe that Di Jun had died—he wanted to personally end the human emperor. No! He wanted to seal Di Jun under the North Sea for a billion, ten billion years to slake his burning hatred!

  But now that his nemesis had truly appeared and stood behind Tushan, his flames of vengeance were instantly scattered by the terrifying pulses of power from the figure. Wuzhiqi was certain that this figure was Di Jun, but his presence was more than ten times stronger than the great emperor of old. In fact, it was a hundred times greater and far outstripped where the previous emperor had stood!

  “How is this possible, how could you have gotten so strong??” Though his cultivation level in the Primeval Era was currently out of reach, Wuzhiqi’s internal force and combat arts had undergone a qualitative change under the effect of the immortal dao. He was so many more times stronger than the demon gods of that bygone age.

  However, he’d never fathomed that Di Jun would become even stronger!

  “How am I so strong?” Di Jun looked at the monkey and spoke in a supercilious tone, “No, I haven’t changed. I’ve just returned to my true self.

  “Wuzhiqi, you are the river god of Huai River as appointed by the celestial court, so I will not kill you. Will you turn and leave now, or do you want me to throw you into the eye of the sea again and suppress you for another ten billion years?”


  It’d been only six hundred million years since the founding of the immortal dao, with human dao even further away in history. The ten billion years since Wuzhiqi had been sealed away was an absolutely staggering number when a hundred million years was already an unimaginably long period of time to most beings.

  Ten billion years… exceeded the capacity of comprehension.

  In Lu Yun’s historical records, he addressed the entire age as a general Primeval Era when he referred to their events.

  “Don’t try to pull the wool over my eyes, Di Jun, your true body isn’t here. You won’t be able to seal me away with just a projection!” Wuzhiqi’s gaze sharpened as he noticed the enormous black shadow in front of him was just an image.

  “Is that so?” Di Jun turned a face that lacked features to the monkey. “That’s right, I’m under too many constraints and limitations when I’m just a projection. If my master was here, he would’ve ripped you apart already!”


  “Master?” Wuzhiqi blinked. Di Jun has a master?

  But in the next moment, his expression changed drastically and he turned tail with his club.

  A sapling sparkling with golden light was slowly materializing from the void and melding into Di Jun’s body—the Karmic Tree.

  1. To be more precise, the blood from the orgasm of a virgin.