dhibooks Chapter 625 Who Will Be the Home of the Purple Aura Flower?
Chapter 625 Who Will Be the Home of the Purple Aura Flower?
It was a little dimmer than before.
But the aura of the foundation for sainthood remains.
Even because it had been forcibly refined by the Yin-Yang Ancestor, some of the messy imprints deep within the purple aura were erased by Hongjun.
The primordial purple energy at this moment is even purer than when it first appeared in the world.
The breaths of all the powerful figures in the arena paused slightly at that moment.
A desire flashed instinctively in Zhunti's eyes.
But he immediately suppressed it.
The Dao Ancestor was right in front of me.
Sanqing and Niu Ben were also present.
If you have greedy thoughts now, it's not just greed, it's courting death.
Haotian also looked at the purple aura.
He remained unwilling to accept the situation.
If the Heavenly Court obtains this purple aura, it will be of great significance.
But the scene of Hongjun killing Yin Yang Ancestor was still fresh in his mind.
He didn't dare to speak.
Di Jun's eyes flickered, but he remained silent.
Although Donghuang Taiyi was full of fighting spirit, he wouldn't be foolish enough to snatch something from in front of the Dao Ancestor at this moment.
The powerful members of the Wu clan exchanged glances.
Someone whispered, "Are we still going to rob it?"
The other person glared at him.
"What a load of rubbish."
"you go?"
The man immediately fell silent.
Tongtian looked at Hongjun, then at the purple aura.
He didn't speak.
Taishang and Yuanshi remained silent.
The ownership of this primordial purple energy is no longer something that can be contested by anyone.
If Hongjun wants to take it away, no one can stop him.
If one wishes to bestow it, no one will dare to object.
Hongjun raised his hand.
The primordial purple energy slowly fell into his palm.
His gaze swept over the saints.
Finally, it stopped on Niu Ben.
"Niu Ben" (牛犇).
Niu Ben stepped forward.
"The Dao Ancestor".
Hongjun said calmly, "This purple aura has been purified because of you."
"Humanity's fate has also been affected by you."
"This purple aura is for you."
"You can arrange it yourself."
The words fell.
Hongjun sent it out with a flick of his palm.
The primordial purple energy transformed into a gentle purple light, slowly drifting towards Niu Ben.
The entire venue was instantly shaken.
Although everyone had already had a premonition.
But when Hongjun actually handed the purple energy to Niu Ben, the saints still couldn't help but tremble.
Zhunti's eyelids twitched wildly.
He was so envious he wanted to grit his teeth.
But I could only force myself to endure it.
Jieyin whispered, "Junior brother, don't speak."
Zhunti took a deep breath.
"I know."
It's not that he doesn't want to talk.
I dare not say it.
Haotian felt as if a huge boulder was pressing down on his heart.
What he wants.
It's something he can't get through competition.
Ultimately, it was personally handed over to Niu Ben by the Dao Ancestor.
This stark contrast caused his expression to shift several times.
Di Jun's eyes were deep and thoughtful.
A hint of apprehension crept into his gaze as he looked at Niu Ben.
Niu Ben is notoriously difficult to deal with.
Now that he has obtained another wisp of Primordial Purple Qi, even if he doesn't use it himself, as long as he gives it to the human race, the格局 (geju, overall situation/structure) of the primordial world will change accordingly.
Donghuang Taiyi snorted coldly, but said nothing more.
The powerful members of the Witch Clan were quite straightforward.
"Giving it to Niu Ben is better than giving it to the demon race."
"What did you say?"
Donghuang Taiyi's eyes turned cold.
The powerful witch doctor grinned.
"What's wrong with you?"
It looked like the two sides were about to start arguing again.
Di Jun and several powerful figures from the Wu Clan stopped the person at the same time.
At a time like this, why fight?
Only someone with a broken brain would hit someone like that.
Niu Ben looked at the primordial purple energy drifting towards him and reached out to catch it.
Purple energy entered his palm.
Gentle and smooth as water.
Yet it carries a weight sufficient to change the very fabric of the primordial world.
He could sense that the purple aura had already had the mark left by the Yin-Yang Ancestor erased by Hongjun.
However, it still contains the foundation of the Heavenly Dao and the Holy Position.
If entrusted to the right person, it could indeed produce a saint in the future.
Niu Ben withdrew his purple aura and bowed to Hongjun.
"Thank you, Dao Ancestor."
Hongjun looked at him and said calmly, "How you arrange things is your business."
"But the path to sainthood is intertwined with the grand scheme of things in the primordial world."
"Do not be rash."
Niu Ben nodded.
"I see."
Hongjun said no more.
His gaze swept over the Three Pure Ones, the Two Sages of the West, Haotian, the Demon Clan, and the Witch Clan.
"Yin and Yang have perished."
"This matter ends here."
"Throughout the primordial world, no one shall again use this purple aura as a pretext to incite chaos."
This was said calmly.
It seemed like a decree from Heaven.
All the saints agreed.
"I will respectfully follow the instructions of the Daoist Ancestor."
Even if Zhunti was unwilling, he could only bow his head at this moment.
Even if Haotian was very upset, he dared not disobey.
Hongjun glanced at Niu Ben one last time.
That glance was very faint.
But this made Niu Ben's heart flutter slightly.
It was as if the Dao Ancestor had already seen through his previous scheme to manipulate the fate of the human race.
But Hongjun did not point it out.
next moment.
Hongjun's figure gradually faded away.
The Great Dao of Heaven and Earth closed again.
The Dao Ancestor departed.
But the shock he left behind lingered for a long time.
The crowd remained silent for a long time.
Tongtian was the first to speak.
He looked at Niu Ben and laughed, "You're pretty good, kid."
"They played chess before they even arrived, and then took away all the auspicious energy."
"This is a good deal."
Niu Ben said calmly, "It almost backfired."
Tongtian grinned.
"If you can get the item alive, it doesn't count as a disaster."
Yuanshi Tianzun looked at Niu Ben and asked, "Do you really intend to give this purple aura to the human race?"
The Supreme Lord also looked at him.
The attention of everyone—the Western Two Saints, Haotian, the Demon Clan, and the Witch Clan—was once again focused.
This is the key.
Hongjun gave the purple aura to Niu Ben.
But how Niu Ben arranges things will truly affect the future of the prehistoric world.
Niu Ben did not answer immediately.
He looked up towards the ancestral land of the human race.
There, the destiny of humanity still reverberates in the distance.
The presence of the three ancestors, Suiren, Youchao, and Ziyi, is faintly visible.
Humans do not have the aura of a saint.
Yet it carries with it the spirit of an indomitable and undying flame.
Niu Ben looked away.
"The human race has already entered the game."
"We need to give them an explanation."
Zhunti's heart tightened.
Haotian's expression turned even uglier.
Di Jun's gaze was deep and intense.
Tongtian laughed.
"it is good."
"I'd like to see what this primordial world will become if a sage truly emerges from the human race."
Niu Ben didn't say anything more.
A flash of purple light appeared in his palm, completely sealing away the Primordial Purple Qi.
Then, he took a step forward.
The figure headed towards the ancestral land of the human race.
But in the distance.
In the ancestral land of the human race.
The three patriarchs raised their heads simultaneously.
They sensed an aura that could change the fate of humanity approaching.
The ancestral home of humankind.
May the flame burn forever.
Ancient stone palaces stand on the earth, bearing witness to humanity's journey from weakness to its present state.
There is no ethereal, otherworldly atmosphere like that of Kunlun Mountains here.
It also lacked the splendor and magnificence of the Heavenly Court.
It also lacks the vast and imposing grandeur of the Pangu Temple of the Wu Clan.
But there's a very special atmosphere here.
That was the aura of the human race itself.
From nothing.
From weak to strong.
From being regarded as food by all races, to now standing firmly in the primordial world, daring to compete with the great powers of the heavens.
The center of the ancestral land.
The fortunes of the human race are surging.
Within the long river of destiny, wisps of golden embers rise, transforming into countless phantom images of humanity's ancestors.
Suirenshi stood at the very front.
He was clad in ancient animal-patterned clothing, and a small flame burned quietly in his palm.
The fire was not intense.
Yet it seems as if it will never be extinguished.
Youchao stood to his left, tall and with a steady gaze, like an ancient house that sheltered the human race from wind and rain.
Ziyi stood on the right, his robes simple and clean, his eyes showing both gentleness and determination.
After the Three Ancestors.
The three emperors, Fuxi, Shennong, and Xuanyuan, were all present.
Further back, the breaths of the five emperors—Zhuanxu, Diku, Yao, Shun, and Yu—are connected.
Many of humanity's sages, great wise men, and elders have gathered together.
They made no noise.
Everyone is waiting.
Because the fate of the human race had already given a prior indication.
A being powerful enough to change the fate of humanity is returning.