Master the Summoning Arts

Zhou Ming didn't react much to this Gao Ming attempt at flattery.

He simply uttered two words.

"Zhunti."

Upon hearing this name, Di Jun's body trembled violently, and his fists clenched tightly.

"It really was him..."

He had suspected it for a while, but had never dared to be sure.

Now that Zhou Ming had confirmed it, a surge of overwhelming hatred rose within him.

He forcibly suppressed the hatred in his heart and looked at Zhou Ming again.

"Sage Zhou Ming."

"I'd like to... make a deal with you."

Zhou Ming's eyebrows twitched slightly.

"Oh?"

What kind of deal do you want to make with me?

Di Jun took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"I am willing to offer the River Diagram and Luo Shu and the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array of the Demon Clan race to the Saint!"

These words stirred a ripple in even Zhou Ming's heart.

His purpose in coming here was precisely for these two things.

The River Diagram and Luo Shu were key materials for the reincarnation of Fuxi in the human Human Clan to deduce the Innate Eight Trigrams.

The Zhou Tian Xing Dou Great Array also plays a crucial role in his future plans.

He had originally thought that since Di Jun was still alive, he would probably have to pay a price to get these two treasures from him.

After all, given his status, he wouldn't stoop to such blatant acts of extortion.

Unexpectedly, Di Jun was so perceptive.

They would take the initiative to give these two treasures to themselves.

Of course, Zhou Ming knew very well that Di Jun must have something to ask for in doing this.

Moreover, what they are asking for is by no means trivial.

"Speak."

"What do you want to do?"

A resolute madness flashed in Di Jun's eyes.

"I wish to ask the Saint, along with the Nuwa, to help me... hold off Jieyin and Zhunti for a moment!"

Hearing Di Jun say this, Zhou Ming's interest was piqued.

It seems this Demon Emperor is preparing to take revenge on those two in the West.

He wanted to see how Di Jun planned to retaliate against Jieyin and Zhunti.

Tell me about it.

What are you planning to do?

Zhou Ming's reaction was indifferent, but Di Jun could sense that this unfathomable Saint was moved.

Di Jun clenched his fists tightly, each word filled with deep-seated hatred.

"I intend to destroy Mount Sumeru."

"Mount Sumeru is the sacred Dao Field of Jieyin and Zhunti; it is their foundation."

"They spent countless Eon time and countless efforts to restore even a small portion of Mount Sumeru's vitality."

"I'll destroy it completely, making all their years of hard work vanish into nothing!"

"They'll have to spend countless more years rebuilding; that's the best revenge against them!"

"I will make them taste the bitterness of having their Dao Field destroyed and their foundation shattered!"

Di Jun's words were filled with deep-seated hatred.

However, after listening, Zhou Ming simply shook his head slightly, a hint of disappointment on his face.

He thought Di Jun had some earth-shattering plan.

That's all?

How could Humanity Dao be so easily destroyed?

"Your idea is good."

"But you cannot destroy Mount Sumeru."

Zhou Ming directly shattered his illusions.

"Mount Sumeru is the Humanity Dao, and there must be Saint methods laid out there by Jieyin and Zhunti."

"With your strength, you can't break through."

Di Jun gave a bitter smile.

"I know."

"With my current strength, I cannot break through the methods of Saint."

He paused for a moment, then spoke slowly and deliberately.

"But what if I... self-destruct?"

"With my Peak Quasi-Saint cultivation, I will sacrifice everything, unleashing all my Magic Power and Primordial Spirit."

"I don't believe it! This can't destroy Mount Sumeru!"

Zhou Ming raised an eyebrow.

Self-destruction?

Di Jun was actually determined to die.

"You don't want to live anymore?"

"Good."

Di Jun's answer was without the slightest hesitation; on the contrary, it carried a sense of relief.

"I have no face to live any longer."

He raised his head and looked around at the devastated battlefield. The corpses of the Demon Clan and the ruins of the Immortal Court intertwined to create an apocalyptic scene.

Taiyi is dead.

"Xi He is dead."

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi also died for my Demon Clan."

"Our Demon Clan suffered heavy casualties in this battle, with less than one-tenth surviving, and our foundation was shaken."

"What face do I, the Demon Emperor, have left to live in this world?"

His voice grew lower and lower, filled with endless sorrow.

Even if I survive today, what then?

"Those Saint would never allow me to continue leading the Demon Clan."

"They will do everything in their power to imprison me for eternity, just like the Ancestral Dragon, the Yuanfeng, and the Shi Qilin of yesteryear."

"Even if I, Di Jun, die, I will never accept such humiliation!"

"It's better to die a glorious death than to linger on in misery!"

"I will give Jieyin and Zhunti an unforgettable lesson with my life!"

Zhou Ming listened quietly without interrupting him.

He could sense Di Jun's intense will to die.

He truly wanted to die.

What keeps him standing here is only his overwhelming hatred.

Zhou Ming remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking.

"Fellow Daoist Nuwa will help you."

"With her protecting them at all costs, they dared not go too far."

Di Jun shook his head, a look of guilt appearing on his face.

"We can no longer be a burden to Her Your Ladyship."

"Fellow Daoist Fuxi has already sacrificed far too much for the Demon Clan."

"Thanks to Your Saint's intervention, a wisp of his Primordial Spirit was preserved, giving him the chance to be reincarnated."

"That Primordial Spirit is extremely fragile right now, Your Ladyship needs to devote your utmost effort to nurture it day and night to ensure that it will not be affected after its reincarnation."

"I cannot let my own affairs distract Your Ladyship Majesty and delay the important matter of Fellow Daoist Fuxi's reincarnation."

"In that case, I, Di Jun, would be guilty even if I were to die a thousand deaths!"

Seeing that he had made up his mind, Zhou Ming stopped trying to persuade him.

Everyone chooses their own path.

Di Jun chose the most tragic path, which was also his last vestige of dignity as the Demon Emperor.

Moreover, this matter is entirely beneficial to him.

Zhou Ming's mind, however, began to race.

He had been calculating that, given the current development trend of the Primordial Wilderness, Buzhou Mountain was unlikely to collapse again.

He wouldn't allow Buzhou Mountain to collapse, after all, it was their Wu Clan's greatest support.

Buzhou Mountain hadn't collapsed, Nuwa wouldn't have been able to Mending the Heavens.

It's uncertain whether the protagonists of the future Great Prosperity of the West will still exist, and who will replace the Two from the West.

He was still worried about how to find a legitimate reason to interfere in the future rise of Western Teachings, and incidentally, to squeeze more benefits out of them.

Now, Di Jun has come to us of his own accord.

If he really blows up Mount Sumeru, that would be a huge mess.

Beneath Mount Sumeru lies the entrance to the Demon Realm, left behind by Luohu.

Once Mount Sumeru is destroyed, a huge gap will inevitably appear in the barrier between the Demon Realm and the Primordial Wilderness.

At that time, Demonic Qi will surge forth, causing widespread suffering and destruction.

And sure enough, another huge hole appeared that day.

When the time comes, it will be perfectly logical to have Nuwa "Mending the Heavens".

After all, it doesn't matter what you supplement.

Repairing the true heavens is repairing, and repairing this entrance to the Demon Realm is also repairing.

And then, the protagonist of the Great Prosperity of the West will be able to emerge legitimately.

Then, with a little manipulation, I can once again intervene in the Great Prosperity of the West.

The more Zhou Ming thought about it, the more feasible the plan seemed.

But... isn't this going a little too smoothly?

A thought flashed through Zhou Ming's mind.

Could there be some Heavenly Dao intervention at play behind this?

However, upon further reflection, he decided it didn't matter.

Who cares about any Heavenly Dao calculations or schemes?

As long as I master summoning magic, what can the mere Heavenly Dao do to me?