Your Majesty, Please Stand Up for the Demon Clan
The majestic Heavenly Court stands atop the nine heavens, its glazed golden tiles reflecting the ancient stars, and its white jade railings shrouded in a misty purple aura.
Inside the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, Di Jun sat on the Emperor's Seat symbolizing supreme power, wearing an ochre-yellow imperial robe with nine dragons coiled around it, faintly absorbing the essence of the sun and moon.
However, at this moment, the God-less Lord who controlled all the spirits of the ancient world and established the newly established demon clan had his brows tightly knitted into the character "chuan", and a pressure as heavy as the weight of a mountain was permeating the vast hall.
The Demon Gods and generals standing on both sides held their breath, and even the celestial music in the void seemed to freeze.
"What exactly is the intention of this Witch Clan?!"
A low growl, suppressing a torrent of rage, broke the silence.
The Eastern Emperor Taiyi.
Standing to the left of Di Jun, he wore golden armor adorned with patterns of Solar True Fire and held the Innate Supreme Treasure, the Chaos Bell (Eastern Emperor Bell), its surface shimmering with a mysterious aura reminiscent of the Primordial Chaos.
In those eyes burning with golden flames, besides the majesty of ruling over all living beings, there was now an intense, unyielding loathing and a chilling killing intent.
"Our demon race, by the mandate of Heaven, proclaimed yesterday to the primordial Primordial Wilderness that we have established our race to dominate and unite all spirits!"
Today, a cry that shook the very depths of the underworld resounded from that desolate and remote land, announcing the establishment of the 'Witch Clan'? It followed closely behind, not a second later!
What is this if not blatant provocation?!
They treat our demon race as nothing, and want to compete with us for the rightful inheritance of this Primordial Wilderness world and seize the power over heaven and earth!
Di Jun did not respond immediately, but his hand on the armrest of the Emperor's Seat clenched quietly, his knuckles turning slightly white.
His profound gaze seemed to pierce through the magnificent Heavenly Court palaces, landing on the vast earth. Deep within his bloodline, the supreme destiny of the Demon Emperor throbbed violently, sensing a force originating from the Primordial Wilderness ancestral veins.
Luck of destiny, imbued with savagery and indomitable will, is surging forth, like a ferocious beast that has lain dormant for millions of years opening its blood-red eyes.
The rise of this Luck carries an inherent hostility, directly targeting the Heavenly Court order and the glory of the demon race, and even subtly shaking his so-called supreme Heavenly Emperor destiny!
A chilling displeasure lingered deep within his eyes.
"Your His Majesty the Demon Emperor! You must avenge the countless lives of our Primordial Wilderness demon race!"
A sorrowful voice, trembling with sobs, rang out.
The great demon Shang Yang's face was now devoid of any composure, filled only with deep-seated hatred and sorrow.
He stepped forward from the crowd and knelt heavily at the foot of the imperial steps with a thud, his voice trembling with extreme anger:
"We are not exaggerating! Those Witch Clan... those barbarians who only know how to eat flesh and drink blood! The Witch Clan, the Witch Clan... they feed on the flesh and blood of our demon race! They treat us like livestock!"
He suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, and his voice rose sharply, tearing through the heavy atmosphere of the hall.
"Since the beginning of time, when Primordial Wilderness first separated us, how many of our fellow demons have been devoured? How many once-glorious races... how many groups with ancient traditions have they all suffered?!"
Your Majesty! Hundreds of millions! Hundreds of millions of races! From powerful Primordial Exotic Species to weak Plant Spirits, bloodlines, lineages, homes... all were devoured by the Witch Clan, even their roots were eaten clean, completely... wiped out!"
Shang Yang's voice was like the cry of a cuckoo, every word soaked in the blood and tears of millions of demons.
He took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress the painful memories that were almost tearing him apart:
"Your Majesty! If it weren't for your extraordinary appearance, using your unparalleled power and wisdom to unite all living beings and races, forming this magnificent demon race..."
At this moment, we are probably still fighting our own battles, like a pile of loose sand, fearful as stray dogs, not knowing when we will become meat on the chopping block of those barbarian shamans! What dignity do we have? What survival do we have?!
By the end, he was choked with emotion and unable to speak.
The tragic scene of my own people seemed to reappear before my eyes.
The ferocious battle banners of the Witch Clan fluttered wildly, and giant hands, as thick as mountains, easily tore apart the protective array. Strings of their descendants, who carried the hopes of the tribe and had only recently Transformation, were abducted. Their desperate cries Yunxiao, leaving only the gruesome scene of carnage and bloodshed around the campfire...
Tens of thousands!
Those were his blood relatives!
Shang Yang closed his eyes, bowed his head in anguish, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably, and a single, turbid tear fell onto the smooth, mirror-like jade brick, shattering into pieces.
"Every word the Demon Gods Shang Yang said is true!"
"Your Majesty! At its peak, our Nine-Headed Lion Clan numbered a million, dwelling in the Eastern Snow Valley. But now... now only less than a hundred old and weak remain, hiding deep underground, barely clinging to life!"
This is all because a tribe of the Witch Clan called 'Kuafu' has been hunting them for years!
"Our Fei Lian lineage is known for its speed, and we could have soared through the heavens. But that Ancestor Witch Di Jiang possessed unfathomable Space Divine Ability, and he nearly devoured all of our young and strong!"
"And then there's my race! Our race's Sound Chirping Bird, those skilled in song possess the essence of heaven and earth, but they were targeted by that Ancestral Witch Xuan Ming, who claimed that our race's flesh and blood could help him comprehend the Great Dao Frost and Cold... They nearly disappeared within a hundred years!"
Shang Yang's accusations were like sparks thrown into boiling oil, instantly igniting the grief and indignation of all the powerful demons from various parts of the Primordial Wilderness world who had suffered under the tyranny of the Witch Clan.
In an instant, the crowd in the Lingxiao Hall was filled with indignation, and voices of accusation rose and fell.
Behind each powerful figure lies one or more once-glorious but now withered or even completely vanished branches of the demon race.
He recounted the terror brought by different tribes and Ancestral Witch of the Witch Clan, his tone filled with both overwhelming hatred and a deep-seated fear of that powerful, despair-inducing physical strength.
The entire Heavenly Court seemed to be shrouded in this intense grief and bloody memory.
"Eldest Brother! What are you waiting for?!"
Tai Yi suddenly took a step forward, and the Eastern Emperor Bell in his arms emitted a deep hum, with ripples of chaos spreading outwards, causing the clouds in the hall to churn.
Those blazing gazes, like two small Greater Yang, were fixed on his elder brother on the Emperor's Seat; his voice, like the clanging of metal, was filled with unparalleled anxiety and determination.
"At this moment, the timing, location, and popular support are all in my hands! Hundreds of millions of demon beings are gathering in the Heavenly Court, their momentum is overwhelming!"
The Demon Heart is available!
With this overwhelming force, we mobilized the elite of our race, flattened the Buzhou Mountain, and wiped out the lair of the Twelve Ancestral Witches!
Let's eradicate this scourge of demon-eating creatures completely! Let's eliminate this threat forever! This is a golden opportunity, one that won't come again!
Di Jun's gaze swept over the pairs of eyes below, burning with the flames of revenge, and he felt the murderous aura that seemed to pierce the Yunxiao.
As the Demon Emperor and the Heavenly Emperor, he should follow the will of the people and use swift and decisive means to wash away this ancient shame and uphold the dignity of the demon race and the majesty of the Heavenly Court!
Moreover, the establishment of the Witch Clan has already touched upon the very foundation of ruling the Primordial Wilderness.
A surge of murderous intent brewed and churned within him, threatening to breach the dam of reason.
However, just as this rage was about to ignite, a faint yet incredibly clear warning came from the core of the Supreme Being's destiny deep within the soul.