Di Jun sat upright on the Heavenly Emperor's Throne, surrounded by an aura of imperial dragon power, as deep and unfathomable as a prison.
He gripped a longsword tightly in his hand, its surface dark yet faintly radiating a blood-red light.
The sword was neither gold nor iron, but ancient and simple. On its spine, countless extremely fine runes writhed like living things, and with each breath, they drew in the chilling, resentful aura that permeated the hall.
This is the forbidden weapon— the Witch-Slaying Sword —forged using secret methods at the core of the most hidden altar in the Heavenly Court, a feat achieved by pooling the power of the entire demon race over ten thousand years!
The material required to forge this sword was not Star Essence Gold tempered by the Solar True Fire, but rather the Human Soul Essence Blood!
Under the shadow of the truce between the Witch and Demon and the Demon King, countless humans were secretly captured and kept by the Demon King, like lambs to the slaughter. Their fear, despair, longing for life, and resentment towards death were forcibly extracted, purified, and compressed in the sacrificial array, and finally merged into this demonic sword.
On the day the sword was completed, blood-red clouds gathered in the sky above the Heavenly Court, and the wails and cries of countless living beings pierced through the heavens, but were forcibly suppressed and sealed by Di Jun with the Great Formation of the Stars.
This sword is inherently deadly to the Witch Clan, who possess the Pangu's Essence Blood and have powerful physical bodies. It is the ultimate weapon to tear apart the immortal body of the Ancestral Witch!
As his fingertips gently traced the cold, piercing spine of the sword, which seemed to harbor countless wronged souls struggling within, a complex emotion flashed in Di Jun's eyes, but it was instantly replaced by overwhelming domineering power and resolute determination.
With the sword in his hand, he felt as if he had grasped the power to turn the Universe, and his confidence soared like never before.
"Brother, is the sword finished?"
The figure of Eastern Emperor Taiyi appeared at the entrance of the palace, with the illusory image of the Chaos Bell floating behind him. The patterns of the Sun, Moon, and Stars, Earth, Water, Fire, Wind on the surface of the bell flowed endlessly, exuding a heavy aura that suppressed everything.
His gaze toward the Witch-Slaying Sword was filled with fervor and anticipation, as well as a hint of barely perceptible solemnity—he could clearly sense the overwhelming resentment and malevolence contained within the sword, enough to shake the mind of even Daluo Golden Immortal.
Di Jun abruptly stood up, his imperial robes fluttering even without wind. "It's done! This sword contains the True Meaning of Witch-Slaying; it is the key to victory for our clan!"
His voice was deep, with a metallic clang, "However, the end of the war is imminent, and uncertainties remain."
Qing Huan Attain Sagehood and became a sage, Nuwa is also Sage of the demon race, enjoying the boundless Luck.
At this critical juncture of life and death, we should personally visit him to ascertain his thoughts.
If we could gain the assistance of Sage, the overall situation would be settled!
His gaze fell upon the boundless, chaotic void outside the hall. "First, go to Yingzhou Island to pay homage to the Heavenly Venerate Qing Huan. Then proceed to the Wa Huang Palace to seek advice from Wa Huang."
Tai Yi's golden eyes burst forth with divine light, Chaos Bell emitted a deep hum. "Excellent! If the Sage is willing to make a move, what is there for the Ancestral Witch to fear?"
This is the only chance for the demon race to survive!
Thinking of the incomparably powerful physical bodies of those Ancestral Witch, Tai Yi knew that although the Witch-Slaying Sword was a powerful weapon, its chances of victory against the Pangu True Body summoned by the Twelve Divine Fiend Array were still slim.
Sage is the true pillar of stability!
Two astonishing streaks of light, imbued with the majestic power of an emperor and the Chaos Bell, soared from the deepest part of the Heavenly Court, tearing through layers of chaotic mist, and hurtling towards Yingzhou Island, the legendary celestial holy land that floats at the end of the Eastern Sea and is elusive and hard to find.
Yingzhou Island, a supreme celestial islet formed from Chaos Fragment.
Outside, the Chaos Qi surged like a raging sea, and the Space Law were disordered. Even Quasi-Sage at the peak could not take a single step in without Qing Huan's permission. Forcibly entering would only result in getting lost in the endless chaos and being torn to pieces by the violent energy.
Although Di Jun and Tai Yi were emperors of the demon race, they were not yet able to break the formation of the Sage. However, a Luck led them to a connection of fortunes, and they were inspired by something in the dark. They easily found the entrance protected by the Primordial Chaos Maze Formation.
The moment they stepped into the formation, the scene changed dramatically.
The raging Chaos Turbulence receded like gentle silk, revealing a breathtakingly beautiful and divinely Creation paradise:
The misty clouds, like a light veil of fog, swirl among the towering peaks and ridges.
Auspicious Qi clouds, like seven-colored ribbons, descend from the heavens. The mountains rise one after another, their peaks like swords piercing the Yunxiao, as if they were the spines left behind when Pangu separated heaven and earth, exuding an ancient and boundless aura.
The Spiritual Spring Waterfall cascades down from the heavens, splashing up millions of crystal-clear, jade-like beads. The sound of the water is clear and ethereal, like the tinkling of jade pendants left behind by an ancient goddess.
Jade-like herbs and rare flowers bloom everywhere, their fragrance rich and intoxicating, unlike anything in this world. The Innate Spiritual Qi is so dense that it is almost liquefied, and under the refraction of sunlight, it transforms into thousands of dreamlike, Seven-colored Auspicious Light, illuminating the entire fairy island as if it were a crystal palace, spotless and pure.
Celestial birds and auspicious beasts are leisurely and content.
A crane carrying Thousand-Year Ganoderma gracefully glides across the mirror-like Spiritual Lake, while a snow-white Spirit Deer calls out softly, carrying exotic fruit in its mouth as it wanders among rare flowers and herbs.
The Spirit Ape climbed the ancient trees, which were as strong and powerful as dragons, for hundreds of millions of years, looking peaceful and carefree. They were completely out of place with the murderous Malevolent Qi atmosphere of the outside Primordial Wilderness and the grim atmosphere of the impending Tribulation. It was like a pure land that was isolated from the world.
Atop the mountain peak stands a majestic, ancient, and naturally formed palace complex, seemingly existing since the beginning of time.
The palace is neither made of gold nor jade, but is constructed entirely of Chaos Divine Stone and innate Spiritual Jade, flowing with a warm, restrained yet profound Chaos Sheen.
The eaves soar upwards, pointing straight to the sky, and are engraved with Great Dao Runes, as if they could connect at any moment to the invisible net of laws deep in the void.
A simple, ancient plaque hangs high in front of the hall, inscribed with three divine characters representing the Great Dao. Looking at it brings peace to the mind, dispels all thoughts, and gives rise to a sense of Daoist tranquility— this Chuyuan Palace!
Outside the palace gate, two ethereal-looking young boys were already standing by.
A boy dressed in a blue lotus Daoist robe, with a handsome face, held a jade whisk in his hand. The whisk's strands were crystal clear, with faint blue lotus shadows floating within them. A pure aura swirled around him, cleansing his mind and spirit. This was Yuan Lian, the boy under Qing Huan.
Another child, dressed in a plain white fairy robe with cloud patterns, had exquisite features and an ethereal temperament. He held a smooth and flawless Jade Plate, on which rested three fragrant and ethereal chaotic spirit fruits, which were Yuan Yu.
When the two children saw Di Jun and Tai Yi descend from the sky, their imperial majesty overwhelming, they immediately bowed and paid their respects with utmost deference, their gestures sincere and heartfelt.
"We respectfully welcome His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor and His Majesty the Eastern Emperor to Yingzhou Island."
The Heavenly Venerable knows that Your Majesties are about to arrive, and has specially ordered this servant to wait here. Please, Your Majesties, follow this servant into the palace for an audience."
Yuan Lian's voice was clear and ethereal, like jade striking each other, cleansing the Heart Dust.
Di Jun nodded slightly, his imperial demeanor dignified and majestic.
"Thank you for leading the way, Immortal Boy."
Tai Yi also toned down his usual sharpness, his expression softened, and the illusory image of the Chaos Bell disappeared, showing his respect for the Sage's Dao Field.
Passing through layers of corridors and courtyards, each with its own unique spatial folds, one is overwhelmed by the sight of exotic flowers and rare herbs, Spiritual Spring Waterfall, and the air is filled with the essence of Daoism. Even a breath of fresh air makes one feel a slight improvement in one's cultivation.