At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, Xuanzheng bestowed a new title upon himself.
Chief Disaster Warning and Ecological Governance Engineer of Pangu Hall.
Behind him followed a "Primordial Disaster Exploration Team" personally led by Zhurong and Gonggong.
Zhurong carried an enormous crimson metal rod over his shoulder, casually singeing it with Southern Bright Lihuo whenever he had nothing better to do, sending sparks flying.
Gonggong, meanwhile, carried a pitch-black waterskin, occasionally squeezing out a few drops of Elite Kui Water to extinguish the sparks Zhurong scattered.
This grand procession marched toward the Solar Star, its slogan ringing loud and clear: Protect the Primordial World, aid the Demon Clan—our duty knows no bounds!
The hundred races of the Primordial World were dumbfounded.
The Witch Clan had barely finished their "Quality Certification Conference" before launching an "in-home warmth delivery" service?
Solar Star.
Before they even drew close, a terrifying heatwave capable of scorching all things swept over them.
Xuanzheng activated the [Script Mirror], and a blurry scene slowly emerged across its surface.
Within Tang Valley, ten little Golden Crows whose wings had yet to fully grow huddled together, scorched by Solar True Fire so dense it could not be dispersed. Their breaths were faint.
Di Jun and Taiyi stood above Tang Valley, continuously channeling their Origin Power into the Solar Star's core, attempting to forcibly suppress its berserk energy.
Yet this method of suppression was incomparably crude, like endlessly thickening the walls of a boiler about to explode while the pressure inside climbed at an even more terrifying rate.
"Tut, tut, tut. What a mess."
Xuanzheng sneered inwardly.
How is this saving their sons? They're clearly afraid their sons won't die fast enough, so they're getting an early start on stewing them.
He put away the [Script Mirror], cleared his throat, and gathered his mana in his throat. His voice instantly spread through the entire Demon Clan Heavenly Court.
"Fellow Daoist Di Jun! Fellow Daoist Taiyi! I, Xuanzheng, was passing through your esteemed domain and sensed signs of instability in the Solar Star. Fearing it may endanger All Beings of the Primordial World, I have come specifically to investigate!"
His voice was resounding, filled with "concern" and "righteousness."
Di Jun and Taiyi had been regulating their breaths to suppress the churning true fire within their bodies. Upon hearing this, their expressions abruptly changed.
Taiyi shot to his feet, Solar True Fire exploding from his body as his fury surged into the heavens.
"Xuanzheng!"
His furious shout became rolling waves of sound. "This is the heartland of my Demon Clan! What does it have to do with your Witch Clan? Leave at once, or do not blame us for being discourteous!"
"Oh, Fellow Daoist Taiyi, that is not quite right!"
Xuanzheng's "heartbroken" voice rang out again, carrying an infuriating air of compassion for the world.
"The Solar Star belongs to all living beings of the Primordial World. Its safety concerns the order of heaven and earth! How can it be a private matter of your Demon Clan alone?"
He continued to advise them with "earnest sincerity." "From what I see, the two of you are blindly suppressing it, like trying to stop boiling soup by ladling it out. Not only is it useless, it will agitate the core and hasten the imbalance. Sooner or later, it will bring about a monstrous catastrophe!"
Taiyi was so enraged that he grabbed the Eastern Emperor Bell and prepared to charge out.
Di Jun raised a hand and pressed it onto his shoulder, his face so gloomy it seemed capable of dripping water.
Every sentence from Xuanzheng mentioned "the safety of the Primordial World" and "the order of heaven and earth." He was obviously using righteousness to pressure them!
"If you two do not believe me, our Witch Clan has recently conducted some insignificant research into the major energy sources of the Primordial World. Here is a preliminary assessment report for your reference!"
Before his words had even faded, a jade slip transformed into a streak of light and flew toward them at an unhurried pace.
"Don't even think about it!"
A Demon Clan general roared and reached out to crush the jade slip.
"Let him bring it in."
Di Jun's cold voice rang out.
The demon general froze, then could only withdraw his hand.
Di Jun accepted the jade slip and swept it with his divine sense.
At first, his face still carried a trace of disdain and a sneer.
But the next moment, his expression froze.
The jade slip contained no mockery. Instead, it held a report with illustrations and text, its structure rigorous to a horrifying degree.
<Solar Star Potential Risk Assessment Report and Preliminary Solutions (Witch Clan Edition)>.
The report opened with a three-dimensional structural diagram of the Solar Star simulated through profound runes. Its level of detail was beyond even what Di Jun himself had ever deduced.
Immediately afterward, dynamic simulation diagrams appeared one after another.
[Core Energy Congestion Simulation]: The diagram clearly showed that, due to external forced suppression, the Solar True Fire's energy could not circulate normally, forming several high-risk energy points within the core.
[Core Fission Process Simulation]: In the image, a high-risk energy point lost control and triggered a chain reaction. The entire Solar Star collapsed inward in an instant like a punctured balloon, then erupted with light and heat capable of incinerating everything.
The scene was so realistic that Di Jun felt a chill run through his entire body.
Within the report, line after line of cold data was laid out, precisely identifying the many flaws in the suppression methods used by the two brothers.
"...This method will cause energy congestion and accelerate core instability..."
"...Within a hundred years, the Solar Star will inevitably undergo a 'small-scale implosion.' When that happens, Tang Valley will cease to exist, and the Golden Crows will be in grave danger..."
"...Within a thousand years, there is a thirty percent chance of triggering 'core heat death.' The Solar Star will become a dead star..."
"...Within ten thousand years, there is a ninety-nine percent chance of completely losing control, incinerating the Thirty-three Heavens and spreading to the Primordial Continent!"
The more Di Jun read, the heavier his heart became.
Taiyi also leaned over. When he saw those simulations and conclusions, the anger on his face was gradually replaced by shock.
"Impossible... How could this be possible!"
Taiyi muttered in disbelief.
"How could those brutes who only know how to use their fists understand this? They must have stolen it from somewhere!"
Di Jun said nothing.
He knew it had not been stolen.
Many details in the report—such as the exact locations of those high-risk energy points—were precisely the places where he and his brother had felt the greatest strain. Only the two of them knew of this!
The Witch Clan actually understood!
Not only did they understand, they had studied it more thoroughly than the two masters of the Solar Star themselves!
This upheaval in their understanding made them feel even more humiliated and terrified than Xuanzheng leading people to block their gate.
Just then.
Several faint yet incomparably clear cries of fledglings drifted from the distant depths of Tang Valley.
"Chirp... chirp..."
Those cries were filled with pain, anxiety, and a trace of... instinctive longing for some aura from the outside world.
Those were their sons!
As Xuanzheng approached with the Pangu Order Power accompanying Fix BUG, the ten little Golden Crows instinctively sensed a glimmer of hope that could ease their pain and sent out cries for help!
Di Jun and Taiyi's bodies both stiffened.
The rage of Demon Clan emperors and the pride of elder brothers were, at that moment, ruthlessly shattered by their instincts as fathers.
"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, the Witch Clan's blatant display of skill and provocation enraged him to the extreme. He wanted nothing more than to immediately activate the Myriad Stars Array and completely erase that "honest-looking" smile from Xuanzheng's face.
On the other hand, the report's accuracy and the little Golden Crows' cries were like two mountains pressing heavily upon his heart, leaving him unable to breathe.
Within Lingxiao Treasure Hall, there was a deathly silence.
After a long while.
Di Jun slowly loosened his hand. The jade slip recording the Demon Clan's "trial of life and death" remained completely intact.
He raised his head and looked beyond the Southern Heavenly Gate, at the figure still standing in the void with that "pure and harmless" smile.
"Open the Southern Heavenly Gate."
"Invite... the Witch Clan's fellow Daoists... inside."
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