The 'Water Cloud Rhinoceros' branch alone was hunted down and wiped out by the 'Kuafu' giant shaman of the Houtu Tribe less than a thousand Kalpa ago!
A whole one!
I watched helplessly as my bloodline was devoured alive, even the cries of the cubs became the amusement of the Witch Clan! This hatred—"
It let out a suppressed dragon roar, and water vapor rose from its body, with faint traces of blood light appearing.
"--Heartbreaking, unforgettable!"
That soaring resentment and hatred almost solidified, rushing straight towards the illusory stars atop the palace.
"The Witch Clan, damn them!"
With a human face and a bird's body, carrying Great Wind bag on its back, Fei Lian let out a sharp cry, its wings whipping up Gale Wind that tore through space.
"A blood debt must be repaid in blood!"
Qiang Liang, a creature with a tiger's head and a human body, and shrouded in dark green poisonous Qiang Liang, roared.
"Countless Bird Clan have been used as target practice by the Hou Yi tribe for amusement!"
Ying Zhao indignation.
The nine heads of the Jiu Ying simultaneously emitted a hissing, chilling laugh, and a cruel light flashed in its eighteen snake eyes.
The other Demon Saint — Gui Che, Ci Tie, Qin Yuan, Bai Ze, and Shang Yang —also showed their anger, some roaring, some growling, and some silently exuding murderous intent.
The dense Yao Qi, mixed with karmic fire, bloodlust, poisonous smoke, Gale Wind, surged and collided within the Lingxiao Treasure Hall. If it weren't for the palace itself being blessed by the Heavenly Dao's Luck and shrouded by Di Jun's oppressive aura, it would have long been torn to shreds by this overwhelming ferocity.
Kong Xuan's Five-Colored Divine Light flowed spontaneously, brushing away all the negative energy that was invading and protecting his body from harm.
Silently watching these demon clan giants, their anger bordering on madness.
Although the Phoenix Clan lives in seclusion, if one day the Witch Clan were to regard the Phoenixes as food... a chill ran through Kong Xuan's heart.
I can understand, I deeply understand, the burning resentment and humiliation in the hearts of every living being in the hall at this moment.
This is the mark of the survival of the race, a deep-seated hatred etched in the blood.
The clamor inside the hall instantly subsided as Di Jun raised his hand and pressed down, as if gripped by an invisible giant hand.
All eyes were focused on the supreme emperor. Di Jun's face appeared unfathomable under the starlight.
"Ten Kalpa?"
Di Jun spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but clearly overwhelming all the remaining lingering Yao Qi.
To be honest, deep down, this is definitely not the best time to start a full-scale war with the Witch Clan.
The Demon Race Fortune is like the rising sun, vast and boundless.
With such Luck, both his understanding of the Great Dao and the advancement of his own Magic Power progressed by leaps and bounds, far surpassing any previous era.
To start a war at this moment would undoubtedly disrupt this burgeoning momentum and drag the entire race into a bloody vortex where the outcome is uncertain and the cost immeasurable.
However... the will of the Witch Clan predicament, are like the heavy pulse emanating from the Primordial Earth itself—an inescapable reality.
Di Jun's gaze became incredibly deep, as if it pierced through time and space, allowing him to see that possible future.
"If..." Di Jun murmured to himself.
"If even someone like Fellow Qing Huan, who walks the cracks of the Heavenly Dao, cannot devise a solution that satisfies both sides... then perhaps only one path remains for our race..."
At the end of that road lies the complete annihilation of the Witch Clan, the true dominion of the Demon Clan over the Primordial Wilderness world, and an unprecedented torrent of Luck that has gathered from the beginning of the Primordial Wilderness and countless Tribulation!
Thinking of this, a blazing light, enough to incinerate stars, flashed deep within Di Jun's eyes.
Kong Xuan keenly caught the fleeting glint in Di Jun's eyes, his heart tightened slightly, and he spoke:
"Your His Majesty the Demon Emperor."
After a pause, meeting the inquiring gazes of Di Jun and the Demon Saint, he clearly stated:
"The teacher said that during these ten Kalpa, those among our demon race who are burdened by excessive karma, have killed too many living beings, and are close to the Devil Dao, can no longer contribute to the Demon Race Fortune, but instead become a burden and defilement..."
Kong Xuan's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible coldness, "Those selected may... be handed over to the Witch Clan for disposal."
Firstly, it addresses some of their need for 'blood offerings,' easing their pressure; secondly, it also serves to cleanse our clan and purify the source of our Luck!
He emphasized the point slightly.
"At the same time, the teacher instructed His Majesty the Demon Emperor to use this time to make all necessary preparations."
The teacher will travel throughout the Primordial Wilderness in search of a solution, but... the Great Dao is vast and mysterious, and I dare not claim that there is a definitive solution.
"Wh... what?!"
Fei Lian's bird head jerked back, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets, Wind Bag behind him swelled violently, emitting a wailing sound.
"Do you expect us to voluntarily send our sons to the Witch Clan as food?"
"Did I hear that right? Heavenly Venerable... How could the Heavenly Venerable do such a thing... such a thing..."
Fei Lian was stunned for a long time, but in the end he didn't dare to say the word "...". However, the shock, confusion and even a trace of anger at being betrayed were evident on his face.
"Offering food voluntarily?! This..."
"Absurd! Utterly absurd!"
"Even if you bear heavy karma, you are still of demon blood. How can you treat me with such contempt?!"
"What exactly is the Celestial Venerable's intention in making this proposal?!"
The entire Lingxiao Treasure Hall erupted in chaos!
Apart from Eastern Emperor Taiyi, who kept his lips tightly pursed and his sharp eyes scanning between Di Jun and Kong Xuan as if he were weighing something, the other Demon Saint all showed astonishment, indignation, and confusion. The murmur of discussion instantly drowned out the angry curses from before.
Even Bai Ze, who was usually calm and wise, frowned deeply, trying to calculate the secrets of heaven, but all he felt was chaos.
The Shang Yang, Shang Yang, is in charge of wind and rain. He has a pale face, and the jade bells hanging from his horns make a frantic, tinkling sound.
"Eldest Brother!"
Eastern Emperor Taiyi finally spoke, his voice low but tinged with doubt.
"This move is probably very inappropriate! Even if they are wicked creatures burdened with karmic debts, they are still ultimately called 'demons'."
"If we offer this to the Witch Clan voluntarily, and this precedent is set, and the news leaks out, all races will become disaffected, and the great power of the demon race that we have painstakingly built up will be in danger of collapsing in an instant! I urge you Eldest Brother, to think carefully!"
Although Eastern Emperor advocated war, he also deeply understood the importance of popular support.
Di Jun's gaze, like the tangible light of stars, slowly swept over the indignant ministers, taking in the expressions of each Demon Saint — Ji Meng's anger was tinged with a weary acceptance.
Fei Lian's pure shock and resistance, Shang Yang's reluctance and compassion, and the calculation that flashed in Jiu Ying's eyes.
Bai Ze's deep worries...
I already have a plan in mind.
Should those deeply ingrained, festering sores, almost becoming a boil over the community, be sent to the Witch Clan?
This matter... is not impossible! If they stay, they will not only be unable to contribute any more Luck, but will also act like termites, continuously absorbing and polluting this vast Demon Race Fortune, affecting the cultivation of every powerful demon race member, and may even cause unpredictable consequences at crucial moments in future battles.
Heavenly Dao is merciless, and the struggle for Luck allows no room for sentimentality! Hesitation will only lead to chaos!
"Quiet--!"
The two words, though not particularly loud, seemed to contain the will of the Primordial Heavenly Dao, like an invisible hammer, striking the hearts of every Demon Saint!
Di Jun's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a kind of majesty that seemed to freeze time and space. The clamor abruptly ceased.
All the Demon Saint, including the arrogant Eastern Emperor Taiyi, felt a tremor originating from the depths of their souls and involuntarily lowered their heads and fell silent.