The Demon Race and the Immortal Court's Contest

At this moment, Fuxi's expression grew increasingly grave. Changing the subject, he raised another issue that weighed even more heavily on his mind.

"Your Majesty, lately I have been pondering something."

"Why have those Rogue Cultivators across the Primordial Wilderness suddenly begun hunting members of our Demon Race on such a large scale?"

"For cultivation resources, that reason makes sense."

"But our Demon Race has stood in the Primordial Wilderness for so long. Why had nothing like this happened before, only to suddenly emerge now?"

Di Jun's pupils contracted sharply.

"Emperor Xi means... someone is deliberately pushing this from behind the scenes?"

"Exactly!" Fuxi said with ironclad certainty.

"This is absolutely no coincidence! Someone wants to use those foolish Rogue Cultivators to stir up conflict between our Demon Race and the Immortal Court, making both sides fight until one lives and the other dies!"

"What?!"

Taiyi's fury flared up again with a whoosh, and even the True Sun Fire around him leaped beyond his control.

"Someone is pushing the Rogue Cultivators to hunt our Demon Race from behind the scenes?!"

"Who is it?!"

"Who exactly dares to scheme against our Demon Race like this?!"

His voice echoed through the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, brimming with violent killing intent.

Looking at the enraged Taiyi, Fuxi had his suspicions, but he did not voice them.

Because they were only suspicions, utterly without evidence.

He merely shook his head and said heavily, "There is no longer any meaning in pursuing who it is."

"No matter who is driving this from behind the scenes, our Demon Race and the Immortal Court have already reached a point where neither can coexist with the other."

"A battle between our Demon Race and the Immortal Court cannot be avoided."

"We must make every possible preparation."

Di Jun's expression