Xuanzheng: Don't Panic, I'm Just a Bug Tester Bringing Warmth!

Below Buzhou Mountain, Xuanzheng gave himself a new title.

Chief Disaster Early Warning and Ecological Governance Engineer of Pangu Hall.

Behind him followed a "Primordial World Disaster Exploration Team" personally led by Zhurong and Gonggong.

Zhurong carried a giant, scarlet metal rod, which he would occasionally scorch with Southern Bright Lihuo, sending sparks flying.

Gonggong, on the other hand, held a dark water pouch, squeezing out a few drops of Elite Kui Water from time to time to extinguish the sparks Zhurong's rod had scattered.

This team, vast and mighty, headed straight for the Solar Star, their banner proclaiming loudly: "Protecting the Primordial World, aiding the Demon Clan, we are duty-bound!"

The myriad races of the Primordial World were stunned.

The Witch Clan, having just concluded their "Quality Certification Conference," was now offering "warmth and comfort"?

The Solar Star.

Even before approaching, the terrifying heatwave that scorched all things rushed to meet them.

Xuanzheng activated the [Script Mirror], and a blurry image slowly materialized on its surface.

Within Tang Valley, ten young Golden Crows, their wings not yet fully grown, were huddled together, being seared by the dense, unyielding Solar True Fire, their life force fading.

Di Jun and Taiyi stood above Tang Valley, continuously pouring their origin power into the core of the Solar Star, attempting to forcibly suppress the rampant energy.

However, this suppression was crude, akin to continuously thickening the walls of a boiler about to explode, while the internal pressure climbed at an even more terrifying rate.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, they're really messing it up."

Xuanzheng chuckled inwardly.

"This isn't saving their sons; it's more like they're afraid their sons won't die fast enough and are already stewing them."

He put away the [Script Mirror], cleared his throat, and channeled his magic power into his throat, his voice instantly spreading throughout the entire Heavenly Court of the Demon Clan.

"Fellow Daoist Di Jun! Fellow Daoist Taiyi! I am Xuanzheng, passing by your esteemed location. I sensed an instability in the Solar Star, which might endanger all beings in the Primordial World, and have come to investigate!"

His voice was resonant, filled with "concern" and "righteousness."

Di Jun and Taiyi, who were regulating their breath to suppress the churning True Fire within them, their expressions changed drastically upon hearing this.

Taiyi abruptly stood up, the Solar True Fire on his body erupting violently, his rage soaring to the heavens.

"Xuanzheng!"

His furious roar transformed into rolling sound waves. "This is the heartland of my Demon Clan, what business does your Witch Clan have here! Retreat quickly, or do not blame us for being impolite!"

"Oh dear, Fellow Daoist Taiyi, your words are mistaken!"

Xuanzheng's "heartbroken" voice came again, carrying a maddening sense of pity for the world.

"The Solar Star belongs to all beings in the Primordial World. Its safety concerns the order of heaven and earth! How can it be a private matter for your Demon Clan alone?"

He continued to admonish them "earnestly": "I observe that you two fellow Daoists are merely suppressing it, like trying to stop boiling water by adding more heat. It is not only useless but will also stimulate the core, accelerating the imbalance, and will eventually lead to a catastrophic disaster!"

Taiyi was so enraged that he grabbed the Eastern Emperor Bell, ready to charge out.

Di Jun raised his hand, placing it on his shoulder, his face so grim it could drip water.

This Xuanzheng, every word he uttered was about the "safety of the Primordial World" and "the order of heaven and earth," clearly using righteousness to pressure them!

"If you two do not believe me, my Witch Clan has recently conducted some insignificant research on the major energy sources of the Primordial World. Here is a preliminary assessment report for your reference!"

Before his voice even faded, a jade slip transformed into a stream of light, flying towards the two of them at a moderate pace.

"You dare!"

A Demon Clan general roared, reaching out to crush the jade slip.

"Let him bring it in."

Di Jun's icy voice rang out.

The general paused, then retracted his hand.

Di Jun took the jade slip and scanned it with his divine sense.

Initially, a trace of disdain and a cold smile flickered across his face.

But the next moment, his expression froze.

Within the jade slip was not some sarcastic remark, but a report that was illustrated, meticulously structured, and infuriatingly precise.

Solar Star Potential Risk Assessment Report and Preliminary Solution (Witch Clan Version).

The report began with a three-dimensional structural diagram of the Solar Star, simulated using arcane runes. Its level of detail was something even Di Jun himself had never deduced.

Following this, a series of dynamic simulation images were displayed one after another.

[Core Energy Stagnation Simulation]: The diagram clearly showed that due to external forced suppression, the energy of the Solar True Fire could not circulate normally, forming several high-risk energy points at the core.

[Core Fission Process Simulation]: In the image, a high-risk energy point spiraled out of control, triggering a chain reaction. The entire Solar Star, like a popped balloon, instantly collapsed inward, followed by an explosion of light and heat that incinerated everything.

The scene was so real that it sent a chill down Di Jun's spine.

The report listed lines of cold data, pinpointing the various flaws in the suppression methods employed by the two brothers.

"...This method will lead to energy stagnation and accelerate core instability..."

"Within a hundred years, the Solar Star will undergo a 'small-scale implosion.' At that time, Tang Valley will cease to exist, and the Golden Crows will be in peril..."

"Within a thousand years, there is a thirty percent chance of triggering a 'core heat death,' and the Solar Star will turn into a dead star..."

"Within ten thousand years, there is a ninety-nine percent chance of it completely losing control, burning down the thirty-three heavens, and affecting the Primordial World!"

The more Di Jun read, the heavier his heart became.

Taiyi also leaned over and saw the simulation diagrams and conclusions. The anger on his face gradually turned to shock.

"Impossible... How is this possible!"

Taiyi muttered in disbelief.

"Those barbarians who only know how to use their fists, how could they possibly understand this! They must have stolen it from somewhere!"

Di Jun remained silent.

He knew this wasn't stolen.

Many details in the report, such as the exact locations of those high-risk energy points, were precisely the areas where he and his brother struggled the most. Only the two of them knew about this matter!

The Witch Clan actually understood!

Not only did they understand, but they had researched it more thoroughly than he and his brother, the owners of the Solar Star!

This subversion of their understanding made them feel more stifled and fearful than Xuanzheng leading people to block their door.

Just then.

From the depths of the distant Tang Valley, a few extremely faint yet incredibly clear cries of young birds could be heard.

"Chirp... Chirp..."

The sound was filled with pain, anxiety, and a trace of... instinctive yearning for some external aura.

Those were their sons!

When Xuanzheng approached with that "Pangu Order Power" that came with fixing the bug, the ten little Golden Crows instinctively sensed a glimmer of hope that could alleviate their suffering and sent out a distress signal!

Di Jun and Taiyi's bodies stiffened simultaneously.

The fury of the Demon Emperor, the pride of an elder brother, was shattered in this moment by the instinct of a father.

"Big Brother..." Taiyi's voice was incredibly dry, his eyes filled with struggle.

The jade slip in Di Jun's hand creaked as he clenched it.

On one hand, he was extremely angry at the Witch Clan's blatant display of skill and provocation, wishing he could immediately activate the Myriad Stars Array and wipe Xuanzheng's "honest and kind" smiling face from existence.

On the other hand, the accuracy of the report and the chirping of the little Golden Crows pressed down on his heart like two mountains, making it hard to breathe.

Within the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, there was a deathly silence.

After a long while.

Di Jun slowly loosened his grip. The jade slip, which recorded the Demon Clan's "life and death tribulation," was intact.

He looked up, gazing beyond the Southern Heavenly Gate at the figure still standing in the void, with a smile that was "pure and harmless."

"Open the Southern Heavenly Gate."

"Please... invite the Daoist friends of the Witch Clan... in."