Threats and Temptations
Although the Demonic Dragon was formed from Demonic Qi, it seemed to contain life. The moment it finished taking shape, it let out a roar that shook heaven and earth.
For a moment, its terrifying might reverberated through the skies, and heaven and earth changed color for hundreds of millions of miles!
"Break!"
Luohu gave a low shout, and the Demonic Dragon he had formed charged straight ahead, crashing into the Xiantian Grand Formation.
Boom!!
An earth-shattering boom erupted above the valley, and the terrifying force flattened everything within hundreds of millions of miles.
Such was the power of a Quasi-Sage's strike.
Even a mere clone made of Demonic Qi possessed power that utterly surpassed a Daluo Golden Immortal!
Although Fuxi had strengthened the formation, it still let out a mournful cry under Luohu's fierce assault before finally shattering.
A tranquil, peaceful valley was revealed below. Within it floated Source Qi shimmering with multicolored light.
Nuwa's Source was trembling at that moment, terrified by the dreadful demonic might emanating from Luohu.
Just as Luohu first struck the formation, a vast presence abruptly surged forth from Pangu Hall in the Witch Clan's territory.
At the same time, inside Pangu Hall, Fuxi frowned and opened his eyes. A ray of multicolored light appeared, shooting straight beyond the highest heavens.
"Who is breaking my little sister's Xiantian Grand Formation?"
His voice rang throughout the Witch Clan, and rumbling sonic booms shot into the clouds and spread in all directions.
At the same time, Fuxi's figure floated out of the hall. With a single step, he crossed beyond the Witch Clan's territory.
Within the Witch Clan, twelve powerful presences surged upward. The twelve Ancestral Witches all soared into the air, following close behind Fuxi.
"Why is big brother so angry?" Houtu asked softly. She had been in seclusion contemplating Dao techniques and had not heard Fuxi's furious shout.
"It seems to have something to do with big brother's little sister," Dijiang replied.
Gonggong, the most hot-tempered of them all, said furiously, "Anyone who dares bully big brother's little sister is bullying my little sister! I'll pound him into meat paste!"
Zhurong chimed in, "He dared bully big brother's little sister? If I catch him, I'll roast him over my flames for ten thousand years!"
"Stop talking and do everything you can to catch up. Big brother is too fast. We can barely keep up!"
A fleeting blur flashed across the sky. Fuxi stepped through space, and strand after strand of profoundly mysterious Dao Rhymes appeared.
The Three Thousand Laws submitted beneath his feet, surrounding Fuxi like guards around a sovereign.
Time, space, wind, clouds, thunder, lightning...
All became his aid. Time and space in every direction were utterly warped at that moment, and ripples spread outward, affecting the entire Primordial World.
No one could make out Fuxi's figure. He seemed to be wrapped in a hazy mist, and each step carried him hundreds of millions upon hundreds of millions of miles.
Just as Luohu broke through the Xiantian Grand Formation, Fuxi took his third step, and in an instant, he appeared before Luohu.
"Do not harm my little sister!"
A furious shout swept down from the horizon like rolling thunder.
Seeing Fuxi speeding toward him, Luohu smiled arrogantly, but the movement of his hand did not stop.
A furious cry swept down from the horizon like rolling thunder, and every living being across hundreds of millions upon hundreds of millions of miles bowed in submission.
Seeing Fuxi appear, Luohu smiled arrogantly, but the movement of his hand did not stop.
With a surge of magic power, he drew the glowing mass of source containing Nuwa into his palm.
Then he slowly turned around and waited for Fuxi at his leisure.
Sensing her brother's arrival, Nuwa's Source sent out a divine thought filled with both joy and grievance, as though, after being bullied away from home, she had finally found someone to rely on.
"Don't be afraid, little sister!" Fuxi reassured her. At the same time, his figure flashed, bringing him within a thousand miles.
Fuxi's divine eyes flashed like lightning as he stared ahead. He saw a middle-aged man holding the glowing mass of Nuwa's source, which had yet to take form.
The man wore a black robe trimmed with gold and a jeweled crown of purple gold. In his deep eyes, a hint of supreme Demonic Qi seemed to flicker. Merely standing there, he seemed capable of suppressing heaven and earth for hundreds of millions of miles!
As Fuxi sized up Luohu, Luohu was also looking at Fuxi.
Fuxi wore white, and his features were handsome, making him look like a Childe of the Turbid World.
What was astonishing, however, was that even with Luohu's Mid-Quasi-Sage cultivation, he could not see through the man's cultivation. The person before him seemed like a frail mortal.
Naturally, Luohu would not mistake Fuxi for a mortal. Leaving aside his feat of defeating Ancestral Qilin, the terrifying presence he had displayed while speeding here was enough to show that his strength was at least at the Quasi-Sage level.
At that thought, Luohu could not help growing even more interested in Fuxi.
That was all, however. No matter how marvelous the man's ability to conceal himself was, he would never be a match for this Mid-Quasi-Sage clone of Luohu's.
Even Daoist Hongjun could only fight him to a draw one-on-one, let alone this Fuxi who had appeared from who knew where.
Luohu looked down from on high, a trace of contempt flashing in his eyes as he said proudly, "I am Luohu. This is our first meeting. Please do not take offense, Fellow Daoist Fuxi."
It really is Luohu!
A flash of understanding passed through Fuxi's eyes. In the present Primordial World, those capable of breaking the Xiantian Grand Formation he had strengthened within a few breaths could be counted on one hand, and Luohu would be first among them.
Facing one of the principal figures of the Dragon-Han Calamity, a terrifying existence capable of overpowering Daoist Hongjun, Fuxi could not help feeling some pressure.
More importantly, the man had taken his little sister Nuwa hostage, leaving Fuxi feeling as though he dared not smash the rat for fear of breaking the vase.
Divine light flickered in his eyes. Fuxi suppressed the fury about to erupt in his heart and said in a deep voice, "Luohu, return my little sister!"
While Fuxi was speaking, the twelve Ancestral Witches also came tearing through space one after another. But after sensing Luohu's incomparably powerful Quasi-Sage pressure, they chose not to act for the time being.
Though the Twelve Ancestral Witches were rash, they were not fools. They naturally knew how difficult someone even their big brother had to take seriously would be to deal with.
Yet the terrifying might rising from the twelve had already spread out, and thick, dark clouds gathered in the sky.
Earth, wind, water, and fire raged alongside thunder. A scene like the end of the world appeared over the Primordial World.
Yet Luohu paid the Twelve Ancestral Witches and their fierce killing intent no heed, focusing his gaze solely on Fuxi.
"I can grant your request, Fellow Daoist. As long as you agree to one small condition of mine, I will return your little sister to you whole and unharmed," Luohu said, getting straight to the point.
"And I will also give you an immense opportunity!"
"As long as you swear a Heart-Demon Oath to serve me wholeheartedly as your master, I will grant your request. And if you are willing, you shall be the Second Patriarch of my Demon Clan."
"Once I become a Sage, I swear I will do everything in my power to support you in becoming a Sage, and share dominion over the Primordial World with you equally."