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Chapter 5: Patriarch Minghe’s Defiance and Kunpeng’s Frenzied Envy

Despite the descent of golden radiance from the heavens, the reward was meagre, barely cloaking Patriarch Minghe in its glow. For an Infinite Great Luo Dao Ancestor such as himself, this amount of merit was meaningless, leaving his cultivation utterly unchanged.

[Infinite Great Luo Dao Ancestor (无限大罗道祖, Wú Xiàn Dà Luó Dào Zǔ): A title referring to a being who has mastered the Great Dao to its pinnacle within the Great Luo realm]

Minghe’s expression darkened, and he erupted into a tirade against the heavens, feeling the unfairness of it all.

When Nuwa achieved sainthood by creating humanity, he had imitated her by creating the Ashura Clan, hoping to ascend as well. Yet, despite the immense power of his Ashura Clan, which far exceeded that of humanity, the heavens merely bestowed a few specks of merit—insufficient for achieving sainthood or even advancing his current state.

Now, with the saints establishing their sects among humanity and receiving immeasurable merit for doing so, Minghe felt an even deeper injustice.

He attempted to emulate them, founding the Ashura Sect, yet the merit granted was pitiful. It did not move his cultivation in the slightest, leaving him in a state of unrelenting fury.

[Ashura Sect (阿修罗教, Ā Xiū Luó Jiào): A sect founded by Minghe based on the Ashura Clan, symbolising defiance and ambition.]

To Minghe, the heavens were blatantly partial. The six saints were disciples of Hongjun and favoured by the heavens, leaving him sidelined despite his efforts. Resentment and envy surged within him, coalescing into a latent murderous intent—a Heaven-Slaying Will directed toward the very heavens themselves.

[Heaven-Slaying Will (天道杀机, Tiān Dào Shā Jī): A concept representing profound defiance against the Heavenly Dao, capable of destabilising multiverse-level structures if unleashed.]

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Minghe buried this intent deep within his heart, ensuring it remained undetected. Even the Heavenly Dao, vast and nearly omnipotent, could not perceive the inner workings of a Great Luo being’s mind.

As a being whose essence spanned the multiverse, Minghe’s existence was intertwined with the myriad worlds. His unique Dao Mark, etched into the fabric of existence, formed a new path of the Great Dao.

Although Great Luo entities fell short of the Boundless Primordial Realm, their autonomy and sanctity were inviolable. Even saints could not forcibly search their memories or manipulate their minds. To attempt such an act would violate the fundamental principles of the Dao.

This sanctity was the pride of all Great Luo beings, safeguarding them from undue interference by those who had ascended to sainthood.

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As Minghe contemplated his situation, a realisation dawned. “Is it the lack of Primordial Purple Qi?” he muttered, recalling the words of Hongjun.

The six saints had each ascended with the help of Primordial Purple Qi, which Hongjun had declared to be the cornerstone of sainthood. However, all six strands of this vital energy had already been distributed and used.

Minghe’s frustration deepened. He couldn’t challenge the saints to claim their essence, and requesting it from Hongjun was tantamount to courting death.

But then, his eyes gleamed with realisation. “Hongyun! He still has a strand of Primordial Purple Qi, and he has yet to ascend. If he cannot use it, then it is mine to take!”

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Meanwhile, deep within the Northern Sea, a grand, grey palace housed a sullen figure: Kunpeng.

[Kunpeng (鲲鹏, Kūn Péng): A mythical creature capable of transforming between a giant fish and a bird, symbolising immense power and ambition in Chinese mythology.]@@novelbin@@

Enveloped by the oppressive aura of the six saints, Kunpeng seethed with rage and frustration. The presence of the saints reminded him of a bitter truth—his lost opportunity to ascend.

“Damn it!” Kunpeng snarled. “I should have been a saint! Hongyun, you ruined my destiny. Today, I will take your life and claim what is mine!”

Kunpeng’s hatred burned with unrelenting intensity, his resentment manifesting in waves of murderous intent. His gaze turned toward Wuzhuang Temple, where Hongyun resided, vowing to make him pay.

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At Wuzhuang Temple, Hongyun was in deep discussion with Zhen Yuanzi, unaware of the storm brewing around him. A faint sense of foreboding stirred in his heart, but he dismissed it as paranoia.

“Daoist Hongyun,” Zhen Yuanzi said, his tone grave, “you should focus on refining the Primordial Purple Qi to ascend to sainthood. If you delay, a calamity may fall upon you.”

Hongyun, ever trusting and naive, waved away the warning. “Who would dare to act against me? This Qi was a gift from Hongjun himself—surely no one would be so brazen as to challenge his will.”

Zhen Yuanzi, however, remained sceptical. He could foresee that if Hongyun did not act swiftly, the danger surrounding him would only grow.