"Ah, it's Sister Nuwa. It's been so long since we last met at Zixiao Palace. Is the famous Demon Emperor behind you?"
Chang Xi had already turned into a fangirl, staring at Di Jun with shining eyes.
"Di Jun greets Fellow Daoist Xi He and Fellow Daoist Chang Xi."
Chang Xi's fangirl-like gaze pleased Di Jun immensely, and he immediately felt that this trip had been worthwhile.
"No need for such courtesy, Fellow Daoist Di Jun. This is my younger sister, Chang Xi. She is especially fond of hearing about your heroic deeds."
Xi He also rose and gave a slight bow.
"What a coincidence. Fellow Daoist Di Jun came today because he wished for me to propose marriage to you two on his behalf. He wishes to marry you both, establish a Heavenly Marriage, and strengthen the Demon Race."
Nuwa directly revealed Di Jun's purpose to the two of them.
This made both women blush furiously. They and Di Jun were yin and yang, naturally drawn to each other, so the matter was settled as a matter of course.
With excited hearts, Di Jun chatted with them for a long time. They seemed like a match made in heaven, and no matter how long they talked, they never grew tired of it.
Seeing this, Nuwa's Good Corpse could not remain any longer and turned to return to Buzhou Mountain.
Di Jun reluctantly returned to the Demon Court, then ordered the entire Demon Race to begin preparing the Heavenly Court.
He also sent invitations to every renowned great power in the primordial world.
Just as the Demon Race was vigorously preparing for the wedding, the Witch Race also received news of Di Jun's marriage.
"The feathered brute is getting married. How could our Witch Race not go join the fun?"
The Twelve Ancestral Witches could not be underestimated now. After the last great war between the witches and demons, they had devoted themselves to cultivation. Now, all twelve had reached the Quasi-Saint realm.
They had also comprehended the Witch Race's exclusive grand array, the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Array. Once activated, the array could merge the Twelve Ancestral Witches into one and summon Pangu's phantom for battle. One had to know that this was the great god Pangu. Even a phantom possessed strength close to that of a Saint.
"Haha, good. We'll use the blood of those two feathered brutes to consecrate our Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Array."
Before the words had even faded, the Twelve Ancestral Witches flew toward the Heavenly Court.
This day was Di Jun's joyous wedding day, and countless living beings had gathered together.
Di Jun wore a bright red robe and sat in the chief seat of the Heavenly Court with joy on his face. Chang Xi and Xi He, dressed in bridal attire, sat beside him.
Xuan Yi and Nuwa, who had been invited, chatted in a side hall.
"Wa'er, once the Heavenly Marriage is established, we'll leave immediately. This wedding will probably not be so peaceful."
As time passed, noon gradually arrived.
"Demon God Ji Meng presents one Houtian Spiritual Treasure, the Futuo Tower."
"Demon God Bai Ze presents one measure of Ten Thousand Year Jade Marrow."
Congratulations rang out one after another.
"I, Nuwa, use the Red Embroidered Ball as the medium today to arrange the marriage of Demon Emperor Di Jun and the two goddesses Chang Xi and Xi He of the Tai Yin Star. May you be a perfect match and remain together forever. The Heavenly Marriage is established."
As Nuwa finished speaking, a mass of Golden Light of Merit descended from the heavens. This merit was immense, more than twice as great as what Kunpeng had received when creating writing.
The Golden Light of Merit split into four portions. The largest, accounting for roughly half, flew toward Di Jun. Two more portions, accounting for roughly forty percent, flew respectively toward Chang Xi and Xi He. The final ten percent flew into the Red Embroidered Ball in Nuwa's hand.
As the Golden Light of Merit descended, Di Jun's aura surged. In less than a few breaths, he severed his Evil Corpse and broke through to the middle stage of the Quasi-Saint realm.
Just as everyone was immersed in the joy of the Heavenly Marriage, the gates of the Heavenly Court were kicked open.
Twelve enormous figures, each radiating earthshaking baleful aura, appeared before everyone.
"Alas, they came after all. Wa'er, bring Brother Fuxi over. We can just sit here and watch the show."
Xuan Yi showed no surprise at the appearance of the Twelve Ancestral Witches. He merely instructed Nuwa to keep Fuxi safe, then calmly sat there to watch the show.
Several thousand years had passed, and Xuan Yi's cultivation had long reached the peak of the Heavenly Immortal realm. He needed only one opportunity to break through into the Mystic Immortal realm. At this moment, Xuan Yi was truly the number one person beneath the Saints.
"Di Jun, we brothers heard that you are getting married today, so we specially came here to offer our congratulations."
The one speaking was none other than Di Jiang, the eldest of the Ancestral Witches.
"Damn Witch Race! You dare come and ruin my Heavenly Marriage!"
Di Jun roared, but before he could act, Eastern Emperor Taiyi could no longer hold himself back.
"The Chaos Bell appears! Today, no one will disturb my elder brother's wedding!"
Eastern Emperor Taiyi was furious. His mana erupted as he wielded the Chaos Bell and smashed it toward the Ancestral Witches.
"Eastern Emperor Taiyi, your Chaos Bell is indeed formidable, but we are no longer what we once were. You alone cannot stop us."
The twelve Ancestral Witches attacked together, instantly halting the Chaos Bell's heaven-destroying power.
"You deserve death!"
Di Jun acted as well, sending the River Diagram and Luo Book sweeping toward the Ancestral Witches.
"Do not be too arrogant, Witch Race!"
Seeing Di Jun and Tai Yi make their moves, Fuxi, Kunpeng, and the other great powers of the Demon Race also attacked the Witch Race.
Facing the combined assault, the Twelve Ancestral Witches did not panic in the slightest.
"Hahaha, do you think we would dare come without any trump cards?"
"Then let us show you our Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Array!"
"Form the array!"
With Di Jiang's furious roar, the Twelve Ancestral Witches slowly rose into the air and quickly formed an array formation!
The previously clear sky was suddenly swept by violent winds, and a terrifying aura shot straight into the heavens.
A figure gradually appeared in the void. As the phantom became more and more solid, a great power who should never have appeared in the primordial world descended upon it.
That was right. It was Pangu, condensed by the Twelve Ancestral Witches through the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Array.
However, this Pangu had no Primordial Spirit and was controlled by the consciousness of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
"Pangu? How is that possible? Hadn't the great god Pangu already fallen?"
Faced with the suddenly appearing Pangu, every great power of the Demon Race cried out in shock.
Before they had time to marvel any further, the Twelve Ancestral Witches controlled Pangu's phantom and directly condensed a Pangu Axe from spiritual power.
"Open Heaven and Earth!"
The Pangu Axe unleashed a terrifying attack toward the Demon Race.
Boom...
With just one strike, the Demon Race's great powers, who had attacked with all their strength, suffered devastating losses. Di Jun and Tai Yi, who led them, were blasted tens of thousands of kilometers away, their lives and deaths unknown.
Fuxi and Kunpeng fell from the sky, without a single intact spot on their bodies. Among the Ten Great Demon Sages, Bai Ze, Ji Meng, and Gui Che were poor at defense and were directly slain by Pangu's strike. The remaining Demon Sages had also lost the ability to fight.
"Hahaha! Today will be the day your Demon Race is exterminated!"
The victorious Ancestral Witches laughed loudly. Then they turned their gazes toward Fuxi and Kunpeng on the ground.
"They say the Demon Race has one emperor, two sovereigns, and one master. Today, we will first destroy one sovereign and one master, then go finish off those two feathered brutes."
With that, they raised the Pangu Axe and smashed it toward Fuxi and Kunpeng.
"Elder Brother!"
Nuwa's expression changed drastically, but with her strength, she had no way to stop Pangu's phantom, which possessed the power of a Saint.
Facing the Pangu Axe descending upon them, Fuxi and Kunpeng felt unprecedented despair.
Boom...
The attack they had expected did not fall upon them. Struggling to open their eyes, they saw Xuan Yi standing before them.
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