Chapter 128: The Thirty-Three Heavens

The Celestial Emperor Dijun followed Nuwa back to the Ninth Heaven’s Heavenly Court, his heart burning with indignation.

Dijun said, "Hongjun is a Sage of the Great Dao, and I too am a Sage of the Great Dao. Venturing into the Primordial Chaos World, we lose the protection of the Heavenly Dao of the Vast Wilderness. Both of us wield comparable power. I wish to confront Dao Ancestor Hongjun in the Chaos Heaven for a grand battle. Why do you, Dao Friend, seek to stop me?"

Nuwa shook her head and replied, "Though we are all sages, there are ranks and distinctions among us. You have only recently attained sainthood, relying on the six hundred paths of the universe’s primal energies..."

On a piece of milky white silk, a budding magnolia flower exuded a delicate fragrance, its pale green young leaves accentuating the blossom. The scent was so vivid it seemed almost real, refreshing and penetrating the soul.

Merely hearing these figures made Qifei draw a sharp breath. He knew all too well that Ricardo from the inner world would only grow stronger, for the war here had ended long ago, and they certainly had ample time to further strengthen their forces.

The potbellied pug stood frozen for a long moment before finally stepping forward to speak to Qifei, his intention clearly to charge a fee.

Only then did Huzi open his arms, and Long Xu was scooped into his embrace, his large eyes flickering rapidly as he looked toward his elder sister nearby.

Once one person made the first move, there would inevitably be a second and third. In the blink of an eye, chaos erupted on the contest stage.

This "Battle for the Celestial Step" was sure to be etched into the annals of history, for it was unimaginably spectacular.

Five minutes later, as I pushed aside the tall grass before me, a massive figure was flung out from the bushes nearby—more precisely, struck out—and collapsed heavily onto the ground.

Saber not only controlled her own steps but also watched her opponent’s movements closely, seeming to calculate the perfect moment.

“Brother, I’ve learned martial arts. I’m sure you can see I’m not as fragile as I seem. If you don’t believe me, tomorrow morning we’ll spar, and I’ll show you my true strength,” Li Zaisheng said, willing to defy his master’s order to keep his skills hidden just to convince his brother to let him join the army.

The remaining thousand soldiers were assigned by Li Xiguang to Ren Xiaohang for training in grenade use within their valley.

The three mysterious figures in black robes and sun-masked faces were all half-step Heavenly Realm cultivators. Moreover, they wielded powerful martial techniques, their strength surpassing that of an ordinary half-step Heavenly Realm fighter.

They were bored at the moment, so watching their idol Jin Shao take down a rustic bumpkin was a delightful pastime.

“Do you really think that just because you became the direct disciple of that ancient immortal in the Kunlun Sacred Domain, you can run rampant and trample on others' dignity with impunity?” Ye Chen said as he extended a hand.

The three-pronged tip of the Seven-Star Spear swiftly struck the sweeping spear shaft. Under the force, the shaft twisted rapidly, flinging the “Old Spear” spinning away.

Borrowing gloves meant enduring roughness; he often moved bricks and knew well the pain of skin chafing. If his skin broke, he couldn’t work bare-handed, and gloves were uncomfortable—salt would sting terribly.

Fang Muye and Lin Feng exchanged a glance, then both curved their lips into a sly smile simultaneously.

Ye Chen said little in response; after the wedding, he would leave when he should and stay when it suited.

Jiang foresaw this and knew it was no time for pretenses. Having each half-step Heavenly Realm cultivator take one person was definitely better than him leading them all.

Fu Xi turned to look and saw that his father’s black dragon had awakened without his noticing. The dragon was incredibly weak, as if speaking a single word required every ounce of its strength.

“Well, you’ll soon find out. Actually, I think you can guess—if it were you, how would you eliminate these destructive beasts?” Red Head asked with a hint of amusement.

Sensing the arrival of an uninvited guest moments ago, Zhao Ziyi frowned and quickly opened his eyes. This reaction had become an ingrained habit over many years.