Chapter 589: Chapter 589

For someone like him, at this point in his journey, few things could disturb his state of mind.

"Yang Mei, I had thought you would remain placid for three hundred years, but now it seems that was merely a joke."

"It appears you indeed wield tremendous power within the Void, it’s just a pity that after becoming a Saint, my thoughts turned to merging with the Dao, and I have never ventured beyond the Three Realms in this lifetime."

Hongjun stood within Chaos, while Yang Mei was in the Void.

Neither could see the other, but their conversation was as seamless as if they were facing one another, without a hint of discord.

"I’m just curious, when do you plan to let your Demon Clan’s Saints come over? And how many will there be?"

"Rest assured, you will see."

"That day won’t be too far off."

"The Demons will overshadow the Three Realms, and there will never be light!"

The cold and arrogant voice of Yang Mei came from the Void, then gradually faded away.

Hongjun stood there for a long while motionless, with worry continuously knitted between his brows.

In fact, he was monitoring the Three Realms every moment, paying close attention to the connection point between Chaos and the Void.

It was exactly because of this that he was able to rush to the Three Realms just as the figures in black and white arrived.

However, this could not buy the Three Realms much time, for in his view, the conflicts at the Quasi-Saint level were still just minor scuffles; the main event lay further ahead.

And when that time came, could the Three Realms truly withstand the onslaught?

Even Hongjun didn’t have the slightest certainty in his heart.

Hongjun sighed, and his avatar slowly dissipated.

After a night of adjustment, Wang Yang emerged from the secret chamber, one could say, full of vitality.

At this moment, he was undoubtedly at his peak condition.

But Wang Yang did not wait on Golden Turtle Island or sit in Biyou Palace upon emerging from the secret chamber; instead, he transformed into a long rainbow, flying directly toward Chaos.

There lay the very edge of the Three Realms, and also the closest place to the Saints.

The place connected directly to Beyond the Heavens was the abode of the Saints.

Wang Yang didn’t know whether Saint Taiqing had successfully achieved a breakthrough after returning, but he suspected significant gains had been made.

Once he arrived at Chaos, Wang Yang was like a humble student eager to learn, standing earnestly in Chaos and waiting.

Indeed, he didn’t know from which direction Hongjun would come.

Yet there was a guiding sense within him that brought him here to this place.

It was because of this guidance that Wang Yang had arrived here.

Hongjun’s figure appeared in Chaos after a short wait.

"I pay my respects to Daoist Ancestor Hongjun!"

Wang Yang bowed respectfully, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

Actually, Wang Yang had seen Hongjun several times before, witnessing only his Primordial Spirit incarnations or avatars, but now, with just one glance, he knew that it was Hongjun’s true body that had appeared.

Hongjun nodded and led Wang Yang through the Chaos.

"Just now at the edge of the Void, two more Quasi-Saints from the Demon Clan have come over."

"But due to agreements, I could not intervene directly."

"However, because of the Power of the Heavenly Way, their strength has been severely diminished!"

"Compared to before, it’s probably only one or two percent of their original power!"

"Of course, this does not mean they are not strong."

"If their strength was not impaired, they would even dare to clash with Saints."

"I have also tried to take action against the Prison-Suppressing King, but that Ksitigarbha from the Demon Clan has some methods to reduce the impact of the Power of the Heavenly Way, so the strength of those two Quasi-Saints from the Demon Clan will likely recover somewhat."

Traveling through Chaos had no specific direction or distance, everything around was in a state of turbid flux, but the two seemed to have a clear destination in mind, continuing forward.

All the while on the road, Hongjun kept talking, recounting the events that had just unfolded.

Wang Yang nodded from time to time, indicating his understanding.

He knew the Demon Clan wouldn’t give up easily and had also anticipated that more Quasi-Saints from the clan might appear.

What he didn’t expect was that a Quasi-Saint from the Demon Clan would be so bold as to confront a Saint.

If one were to become a Saint, wouldn’t they be invincible within the Saint Realm?

Yet these were thoughts he kept to himself.

One reason was that the opponent’s strength had declined, presumably making them less of a challenge than they were in their prime.

Another reason was that Wang Yang had confidence, confidence that he wouldn’t fall far behind them.

Moreover, what were they doing now if not seeking to enhance their power? As long as their strength improved, what difference would it make if the opponent was at their prime?

For this reason, Wang Yang did not consider them his greatest enemy.

Of course, he didn’t take them too lightly either, since he was well aware of the Quasi-Saint standards of the Three Realms at present.

The two of them, one speaking and the other listening.

At first, Hongjun talked about the Black Clothes and White Robed protectors but then started recounting the past.

He spoke of the Divine Enthronement war that originally turned the Expounding Teachings Sect and Cutting Teachings Sect against each other, and also of the boundless calamities during the Primordial Era. He even mentioned his discourse with the Guest of the Purple Cloud, leading the Three Pure Ones to comprehend the Dao, as well as Pangu creating the universe, with a great many of the Demon Clan being slain by the Great God Pangu!

The path ahead was long and seemingly endless.

Wang Yang was not the least bit impatient but listened quietly, learning about those historical events not present in his memory, thus gaining a clearer understanding of the world.

After an unknown period, one that even Wang Yang felt might have been several days.

Fortunately, Daoist Ancestor Hongjun finally halted and announced their arrival.

"Is this the Origin Land of the Three Realms?"

Gazing at the continuing Chaos before him, Wang Yang couldn’t help but feel puzzled.

After all, Chaos could be considered a form of void to some extent; shouldn’t the Origin Land of the Three Realms be a confluence of the Great Dao?

How could it be within Chaos?

"Indeed, this is the Origin Land of the Three Realms."

Daoist Ancestor Hongjun said with a smile, and with a sweep of his hand, the surrounding Chaos actually dispersed.

This action caught Wang Yang’s attention, for this was Chaos after all.

To say one could disperse Chaos, Wang Yang could also do it. However, he knew Chaos’s nature well; dispel it one second, and it would reconvene the next.

Thus, Chaos was never depleted or augmented; it remained the same as it had always been.

He never thought to carve a path through Chaos, for it would be meaningless; clear a way one second, and in the next, it would be covered again.

Yet now Wang Yang saw that the space before Daoist Ancestor Hongjun was not Chaos, or rather, this specific area was free from it, solely within this limited space.

"The Origin Land of the Three Realms has always been within Chaos, seemingly within the Three Realms while also seemingly beyond them."

"This is where the Great Dao of the Three Realms converges, so it’s quite unique."

Daoist Ancestor Hongjun, looking at the space now devoid of Chaos, spoke to Wang Yang.

In fact, he had only learned of this place after merging with the Dao. If it were anyone else, they simply wouldn’t be able to find it.

Even if someone happened to come here by chance, they wouldn’t have the ability to disperse Chaos and prevent it from reconvening.

Looking throughout the whole Three Realms, if one wished to reach the Origin Land, they had to seek the help of Hongjun.

Hongjun made a Seal Formation with his hands and commanded the space.

Wang Yang widened his eyes, watching Hongjun’s movements. With Hongjun’s utterance of "open," the space cracked like an eggshell, and a fissure emerged with a crackling sound.

At the appearance of just a fissure, Wang Yang became excited, for even through the small opening, he could sense the dense Power of the Great Dao.

The Daoist Charm here was almost tangibly concentrated, with no concerns of scarcity.

However, this Great Dao’s power existed only within this space, immediately dissipating upon contact with Chaos, never spreading outward.

"Why are you still standing there? Get in there quickly!"

Seeing Wang Yang still standing there, visibly excited, Hongjun couldn’t help but remind him to proceed.

Snapping out of it, Wang Yang realized he was not merely there to observe but to comprehend the Power of the Great Dao.

Nodding at Daoist Ancestor Hongjun, he flashed into the fissure.

Once Wang Yang had entered, Daoist Ancestor Hongjun manipulated his hands once more, and the rift slowly disappeared; the space was once again filled with Chaos, and the Daoist Charm vanished without a trace.

Everything was as if nothing had happened. If not for Wang Yang truly having gone in and one fewer person beside Daoist Ancestor Hongjun,

nobody would believe anything had occurred there.

Nor would anyone think that this void of Chaos contained such potent Great Dao’s power.

"This is the most I can help you with; the path ahead is yours to walk."

Daoist Ancestor Hongjun looked at the still chaotic space and spoke slowly.