The Demon Emperor Arrives, Father and Son Part
At the summit of Buzhou Mountain, the Demon Clan Heavenly Court.
After Laozi took up residence in the Heavenly Court, a violent and restless atmosphere permeated the entire Heavenly Court.
The crimson mist that once covered the Primordial World had silently spread to every corner of the Heavenly Court.
However, this was not noticed by the members of the Demon Race.
Heavenly Palace, Di Jun sat on his high throne, his gaze leisurely.
"Have my Demon Race warriors made any progress recently?"
Bai Ze, standing below, bowed his head and answered.
"The Demon Race warriors remain fearless and valiant in battle!"
"Nearly 80% of the Clan Territory occupied by the Witch Clan has been recovered!"
Taiyi nodded, clearly satisfied with the result.
Bai Ze continued speaking.
"The cultivation levels of dozens of Star Officials have all broken through, and the cultivation levels of most of the demon kings and great demons below have also improved."
Upon hearing this, Di Jun's gaze suddenly sharpened.
After the Demon Race launched a counterattack against the Witch Clan, Demon Race overall strength steadily increased as their morale rose.
The source of this was the words spoken by the Dao Ancestor when Di Jun asked him for Dao Ancestor that day.
"To become a saint, one must unify the Primordial World and enjoy the Fortune."
The Demon Race's counterattack against the Witch Clan was precisely a struggle for that Fortune.
Perhaps, the overall improvement in the strength of the Demon Race is also due to...
...!!!
A sharp, intense pain spread from his heart, and endless worry enveloped Di Jun!
He had no interest in listening to what Bai Ze was saying anymore.
"A demon king witnessed something... between the Human Race and the Witch Clan..."
The figure that had always stood tall and led the Demon Race forward suddenly collapsed!
"Big brother!!"
"His Majesty!!"
Two voices rang out, Taiyi flashed forward to support Di Jun.
"Brother, was there some thief plotting against us?!"
The Chaos Bell was summoned by Taiyi, and boundless Dao light illuminated the Heavenly Palace.
Di Jun reached out and grasped Taiyi's shoulder; the sharp pain from before had already subsided.
But endless worries still lingered in his heart.
Di Jun had no time to answer Taiyi's question; the River Diagram and Luo Book appeared in his hands.
Countless mysterious words flashed through his eyes.
Fusang Tree?
"No, the Grand Formation is completely intact."
"Children?"
Why aren't the children on the Fusang Tree?!
Upon hearing this, Taiyi's body suddenly stiffened.
Meanwhile, Di Jun continued his deductions at an extremely rapid pace.
Where is that?
"Where?!"
The fledgling Little Golden Crow soared high in the sky, when an arrow pierced its body!
The sight of the newly risen sun falling from the sky came into Di Jun's view.
"No!"
"No!!"
"Hou Yi, Hou Yi!!"
Two streaks of light flashed from the Heavenly Court above, rushing rapidly towards the last few little Little Golden Crows.
This is the innate Divine Ability of the Golden Crow: the Golden Crow Rainbow Flight!
The question is, will they be able to rescue the Little Golden Crow who is on the verge of death?
The Tenth Golden Crow Prince continued to flap his wings and fly towards Buzhou Mountain.
His magical powers no longer allowed him to use his Divine Abilities even once.
Among his companions, only the Ninth Golden Crow Prince remained unharmed by the enemy.
Hou Yi had already drawn his bow and nocked an arrow once more, intending to kill the remaining two Little Golden Crows!
"Call out--!"
The sound of the arrow flying made the two Little Golden Crows tremble!
There's no way to dodge them; there's absolutely no way to avoid these arrows!
Hou Yi's unerring archery skills were enough to make these two Little Golden Crows despair.
The target of this arrow was already known!
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the arrow hurtling towards him, and despair filled the eyes of the Tenth Golden Crow Prince.
He looked longingly at the Ninth Golden Crow Prince beside him, and opened his mouth.
"Ninth Brother, I..."
Before he could finish speaking, a tremendous force slammed into his body, shoving him far away!
"Little Ten, live on!"
This is the voice of the Ninth Golden Crow Prince.
When the Tenth Golden Crow Prince looked again, the Ninth Golden Crow Prince had already fallen onto the Primordial World.
"Ninth Brother!!"
He couldn't save him, and there was nothing he could do to save him.
Hou Yi watched expressionlessly as the two Little Golden Crows staged a dramatic scene of life and death before his eyes.
He drew back the longbow in his hand once more, aiming it at the last remaining Little Golden Crow.
Little Ten had no time to dwell on the heartbreaking separation from his brothers.
He wanted to live; his brothers wanted him to live!
The approaching arrows filled him with panic.
But he still flapped his wings, trying to dodge the arrow aimed at him!
Hou Yi's eyes were full of indifference.
The Little Golden Crow's attempt to dodge was almost invisible to him.
His arrows were so powerful on the battlefield that even a Daluo Golden Immortal could not dodge them.
Based on him...
"When--!"
With a tolling of a bell, the arrow aimed at the Tenth Golden Crow Prince was gradually erased from the air.
Hou Yi's expression changed, he stopped, his eyes filled with vigilance, and he gripped his longbow tightly as he looked at the two people standing high in the sky.
He was already concerned about the life or death of the Tenth Golden Crow Prince.
The familiar presence brought a sense of relief to the Little Golden Crow.
Then, with lightning speed, she pounced into the arms of Di Jun, who was holding the River Diagram and Luo Book.
"Father!!"
A silent sob choked in the Little Golden Crow's throat.
The grief of losing nine brothers permeated his entire being.
But he couldn't burst into tears.
Tears fell uncontrollably.
For this Little Golden Crow, who was only a little over a thousand years old, the things he encountered when he first entered the Primordial World were enough to completely shatter his spirit.
He wanted to tell his father that his brothers were all gone.
He also wanted to say to Di Jun, "If it weren't for his insistence on traveling the Primordial World..."
But he did none of these things.
Di Jun gently stroked the Little Golden Crow's body.
The Little Golden Crow, immersed in sorrow, closed its eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
A single tear finally fell from Di Jun's sorrowful eyes.
His children, his ten children on whom he placed boundless hope.
Why is there only one left?!
Who... who is it?!
In the Heavenly Court, Laozi sat in his seat, holding a whisk.
Although he was looking into the void, his gaze was still focused on a single point.
"Heh, Junior Brother, you really have a good plan."
With a flick of his whisk, boundless Dao Rhymes spread from his location.
The remnants of the array used to shield the Demon Clan Heavenly Court were completely wiped out under this Dao Rhymes.
Everything that happened at Di Jun and Tai Yi's place proceeded exactly as they had originally planned.
Kuafu is dead, and the Golden Crow has lost its nine sons.
The relationship between the Witch-Demon and Demon races was beyond repair.
A fleeting, unseen sense crossed Laozi's mind, and Laozi looked up at the area beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens.
"Since you have summoned me, Master, it is time for me to depart."