Witnessing the Heavenly Marriage, the Witch Race Attacks

"Ah, it's Sister Nuwa! It's been a long time since we last met at Zixiao Palace. Is that the renowned Demon Emperor behind you?"

Chang Xi had transformed into a fangirl, her eyes shining as she looked at Di Jun.

"Di Jun greets fellow Daoist Xi He, fellow Daoist Chang Xi."

Di Jun was quite pleased by Chang Xi's fangirl gaze, feeling the trip was well worth it.

"Fellow Daoist Di Jun, there's no need for such formality. This is my sister, Chang Xi. She's very fond of listening to your heroic tales."

Xi He also rose and bowed slightly.

"What a coincidence, fellow Daoist Di Jun. Are you here today to ask me to propose on your behalf? He wishes to marry both of you, to achieve a Heavenly Marriage and bring glory to the Demon Race."

Nuwa directly revealed Di Jun's purpose for coming to the two of them.

This made their faces flush. The two of them, one yin and one yang with Di Jun, were mutually attracted, and the matter of marriage was settled naturally.

With an excited heart, Di Jun chatted with them for a long time. They seemed like a perfect match, never tiring of their conversation.

Seeing this, Nuwa's good corpse couldn't stay any longer and turned back to Buzhou Mountain.

After Di Jun reluctantly returned to the Demon Court, he ordered the entire Demon Race to begin setting up the Heavenly Court.

He also invited all the renowned and influential figures from the Primordial Chaos.

Just as the Demon Race was fervently preparing for the wedding, the Witch Race also received news of Di Jun's grand marriage.

"The 'mutt bird' is getting married. How can we, the Witch Race, not go and join the fun?"

The Twelve Ancestral Witches were not to be underestimated at this time. After the last great war between the Witches and Demons, the Twelve Ancestral Witches had been in seclusion, cultivating diligently. Now, all twelve of them were at the Quasi-Saint realm.

They had even comprehended the Witch Race's exclusive grand formation, the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Array. When this array was activated, the Twelve Ancestral Witches merged into one, capable of summoning Pangu's phantom to battle. One must remember that this was the Great God Pangu; even a phantom possessed strength close to that of a Saint.

"Haha, good! Let's use the blood of those two 'mutt birds' to consecrate our Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Array."

Before the words had even fallen, the Twelve Ancestral Witches flew towards the Heavenly Court.

This day was Di Jun's day of great joy, and countless beings gathered together.

Di Jun, dressed in a crimson robe, sat at the main seat of the Heavenly Court with a joyful expression. Chang Xi and Xi He, in their bridal attire, sat beside Di Jun.

Xuan Yi and Nuwa, who were invited, were chatting in a side hall.

"Wa'er, after the Heavenly Marriage is concluded, we will leave immediately. This Heavenly Marriage might not be peaceful."

As time passed, it slowly reached noon.

"Demon God Ji Meng presents a Houtian Spiritual Treasure, the Futuo Tower."

"Demon God Bai Ze presents a dou of Ten Thousand Year Jade Marrow."

Congratulatory voices continued to pour in.

"I, Nuwa, today use the Red Embroidered Ball as a medium to seek a bride for the Demon Emperor Di Jun and the goddesses of Tai Yin Star, Chang Xi and Xi He. I wish you both a harmonious union and eternal love. 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 double that of Kunpeng's creation of writing.

The Golden Light of Merit split into four. The largest portion, about fifty percent, flew towards Di Jun. Another two portions, about forty percent, flew towards Chang Xi and Xi He respectively. The remaining ten percent flew towards the Red Embroidered Ball in Nuwa's hand.

As the Golden Light of Merit fell, Di Jun's aura surged. In just a few breaths, he had severed his Evil Corpse and broken through to the mid-Quasi-Saint stage.

Just as everyone was reveling in the joy of the Heavenly Marriage, the gates of the Heavenly Court were kicked open.

Twelve colossal figures, each exuding an earth-shattering malevolent aura, appeared before everyone.

"Alas, they've finally come. Wa'er, bring Brother Fuxi over. We'll just sit here and watch the show."

Seeing the Twelve Ancestral Witches appear, Xuan Yi was not surprised. He merely instructed Nuwa to keep an eye on Fuxi and then calmly sat down to watch the spectacle.

Thousands of years had passed, and Xuan Yi's cultivation had long since reached the peak of the Heavenly Immortal realm, just one opportunity away from breaking through to the Mystic Immortal realm. At this moment, Xuan Yi was truly the foremost figure below the Saints.

"Di Jun, we brothers heard you were getting married today and specifically came to offer our congratulations."

The speaker was none other than the eldest of the Ancestral Witches, Di Jiang.

"Damn Witch Race, how dare you come to disrupt my Heavenly Marriage!"

Di Jun roared, but before he could make a move, the Eastern Emperor Taiyi couldn't hold back.

"Chaos Bell emerges! No one will be allowed to disturb my elder brother's wedding today."

The Eastern Emperor Taiyi was furious, his magical power erupting. He wielded the Chaos Bell and hurled it towards the Ancestral Witches.

"Eastern Emperor Taiyi, your Chaos Bell is indeed powerful, but we are not what we used to be. You alone cannot stop us."

The twelve Ancestral Witches attacked together, and the world-destroying power of the Chaos Bell was instantly blocked.

"You all deserve to die!"

Di Jun tried, and the River Diagram and Luo Book swept towards the Ancestral Witches.

"Witch Race, don't be too arrogant!"

Seeing that Di Jun and Taiyi had already made their move, Fuxi, Kunpeng, and the other powerful figures of the Demon Race also attacked the Witch Race.

Facing the combined assault, the Twelve Ancestral Witches remained unruffled.

"Hahaha, you think just because we dared to come, we have no trump cards?"

"Then let us show you our Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Array!"

"Form up!"

Following Di Jiang's furious roar, the Twelve Ancestral Witches slowly ascended, quickly forming their array!

The originally clear sky was immediately swept by a fierce wind, and a terrifying aura surged straight towards the heavens.

A figure slowly appeared in the void. As the phantom solidified, a mighty being that should not have existed in the Primordial Chaos descended upon it.

That's right, it was Pangu, condensed by the Twelve Ancestral Witches using the Twelve Capital Gods and Demons Array.

However, this Pangu lacked a Primordial Spirit, and was controlled by the consciousness of the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

"Pangu? How is that possible? Didn't Great God Pangu already perish?"

Faced with the sudden appearance of Pangu, the mighty figures of the Demon Race exclaimed in disbelief.

With no time for further lamentation, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, controlling Pangu's phantom, directly condensed spiritual energy into a Pangu Axe.

"Open Heaven and Earth!"

The Pangu Axe unleashed a terrifying attack, cleaving towards the Demon Race.

"Boom..."

With a single strike, the fully committed mighty figures of the Demon Race suffered heavy losses. Di Jun and Dong Huang Taiyi, who led the charge, were blasted tens of thousands of kilometers away, their fates unknown.

Fuxi and Kunpeng fell from the sky, their bodies covered in wounds. Among the Ten Great Demon Sages, Bai Ze, Ji Meng, and Gui Che, who were not skilled in defense, were directly annihilated by Pangu's blow. The remaining Demon Sages had also lost the strength to fight.

"Hahaha, today shall be the day your Demon Race is wiped out!"

Having won with a single strike, the Ancestral Witches burst into laughter. They then turned their gaze towards Fuxi and Kunpeng on the ground.

"They say the Demon Race has one Emperor, two Emperors, and one Teacher. Today, we shall first eliminate one Emperor and one Teacher, and then take care of those two feathered birds."

With that, they raised the Pangu Axe and swung it down at Fuxi and Kunpeng.

"Big Brother!"

Nuwa cried out in alarm, but her own strength was insufficient to stop the Pangu phantom, which possessed the power of a Saint.

Facing the Pangu Axe descending upon them, Fuxi and Kunpeng felt a despair unlike anything they had ever known.

"Boom..."

The expected impact did not land on them. They forced their eyes open and saw Xuan Yi's figure standing before them.