"There's no time to lose, let's split up and act."
Di Jun stood up, and the Heavenly Emperor's robes fluttered even without wind.
The two brothers exchanged a glance, both seeing a resolute determination and a hint of barely perceptible sorrow in each other's eyes. Then, they transformed into two dazzling streaks of light, one gold and one red, breaking through the Lingxiao Hall and heading straight for the place where the Solar Star power was projected— Tanggu Valley.
In the Tanggu Valley, the Fusang Divine Tree stands tall, and ten little creatures, whose feathers are not yet fully grown but who are already beginning to resemble golden crows, are playing and frolicking among the branches, absorbing the essence of the Greater Yang.
Unbeknownst to them, a storm that would sweep across the land was about to break, and their fate would be forever altered as a result.
Di Jun and Tai Yi appeared quietly.
Looking at the carefree children, even the hardened hearts of the two emperors softened.
"Father! Uncle!"
The little ones happily gathered around their loved ones.
Di Jun forced a smile and patted the head of the largest golden crow:
"Eldest son, accompany Father to pay respects to an elder."
He then picked up the youngest of the Old Ten, whose eyes were clear and innocent, and handed him to Tai Yi:
"Shi'er, go out for a stroll with your uncle."
The other eight little golden crows were somewhat envious, but they obediently kept quiet.
Tai Yi took the Old Ten, feeling the pure Greater Yang power within him, sighed inwardly, and nodded to Di Jun:
"Eldest Brother, take care."
Take care of yourself too.
Di Jun gave Tai Yi and the Old Ten prince a deep look, then took the eldest prince and transformed into a rainbow, heading towards the direction of the Wa Huang Palace in the celestial chaos.
Tai Yi dared not delay. Holding Old Ten in his arms, his body rippled with spatial fluctuations, directly tearing through the void, and heading towards Yingzhou Island, the Dao Field Yingzhou Island of Heavenly Venerate Qing Huan, in the Eastern Sea.
However, none of them noticed that at the edge of Tanggu Valley, in a twisted shadow, a pair of sinister eyes were staring intently in the direction they had left. In particular, the spatial ripples caused by Tai Yi's departure made the owner of those eyes curl into a cold and venomous smile.
It is none other than the Demon Master, Kunpeng!
After Di Jun and Tai Yi's aura completely disappeared, Kunpeng's figure slowly emerged from the shadows.
He gazed at the remaining eight frolicking golden crows, his eyes devoid of their usual respect and humility, replaced only by a Kalpa.
"Di Jun... Tai Yi... Hahaha..."
A low, hoarse laugh escaped his throat, filled with endless resentment.
"In the past, you relied on the Innate Supreme Treasure to severely injure me with the Chaos Bell, forcing me to join the demon race as a so-called Demon Master, but in reality, a slave! You seized my foundation in the North Sea and cut off my path to the Great Dao!"
This Karma, this humiliation, must be repaid today!
Looking back, Eastern Emperor Taiyi held the Chaos Bell and suppressed the North Sea with his might. He fought hard to resist, but in the end he was no match for the divine power of the supreme treasure. He was seriously injured and on the verge of death. In order to survive and to save face, he had no choice but to join the Heavenly Court in humiliation and become this damned Demon Master.
For countless years, he watched as Di Jun and Tai Yi enjoyed boundless glory and ruled the Heavenly Court, while he himself remained an "outsider." In the eyes of some demon Demon Saint, he was nothing more than a defeated general who had surrendered!
This hatred has long since seeped into my bones!
At this moment, the Calamity Qi permeates the air, and the secrets of heaven are in chaos. This is the best opportunity for him to take revenge and seize Thread of Life!
The Kunpeng was surrounded by Yao Qi, its form blurred for a moment, and it transformed into a completely unfamiliar Daoist, its aura also completely changed.
Carefully avoiding the protective formation of Tanggu Valley (Di Jun and Tai Yi on his child, so the formation was mainly for external use, but less so for internal use), he silently approached the eight bewildered little golden crows.
With his Quasi-Sage cultivation, dealing with these little guys who hadn't even reached the Golden Immortal was a piece of cake.
"Soul-stealing, mind-devouring!"
Kunpeng silently recited a strange incantation, a dark light flashing in his eyes. His formless and intangible spiritual power, like the most venomous snake, instantly invaded the unsuspecting consciousness of the eight little golden crows.
The little creatures couldn't even utter a mournful cry; their eyes instantly became empty and dull, and the once lively and vibrant Solar True Fire around them became violent and out of control, like puppets without souls.
"Hahahaha... Go, go! My little darlings!"
The Kunpeng's face was ferocious, and it was extremely pleased with itself.
"Fly freely towards the Witch Tribe of Buzhou Mountain! Use your Solar True Fire to burn everything you see!"
Let this Primordial Wilderness world pay the price for the sins of your 'father' and 'uncle'! They owe me this! They owe me everything!"
With a flick of his sleeve, an invisible force swept the eight controlled golden crows out of Tanggu Valley and hurtled towards Buzhou Mountain like eight out-of-control fireballs!
Eight golden crows soared through the sky, losing all restraint of reason, and instinctively released all of their Solar True Fire.
Wherever they passed, the sky was scorched and distorted, the clouds instantly vaporized, and the rivers and lakes on the earth dried up and cracked at a visible speed, or even boiled and evaporated!
The dense forest turned into a sea of fire, and countless creatures that lived there, whether wild beasts or intelligent spirits, were reduced to ashes in the extreme heat before they could even scream!
A terrifying heatwave swept Primordial Earth, its intense light even obscuring the Solar Star itself.
Countless creatures looked up in terror at the eight "mini Greater Yang" that seemed poised to Destruction the world, trembling and prostrating themselves on the ground, praying to the heavens.
The first to bear the brunt were the vast Witch Tribe at the foot of Buzhou Mountain.
"Ah! It's so hot!"
"Water! The water's gone!"
"It's a strange bird from the sky! It's a monstrous bird from the demon race!"
"Help!"
In the Witch Tribe, screams of agony rose and fell.
Ordinary Witch Clan warriors, despite their strong physical bodies, could not withstand such intense heat, which was close to the core of the primordial Greater Yang, for an extended period of time.
Houses burst into flames, the land turned to scorched earth, and many weak and vulnerable shamans fell as they ran, their bodies charred black.
"You beast! How dare you do this!"
A deafening roar echoed from the depths of the tribe. Two incredibly powerful figures soared into the sky— Kuafu and Hou Yi, the great shamans of the Witch Clan renowned for their strength and archery!
Kuafu, towering ten thousand feet tall with bulging muscles, wielded a massive Peach Wood Divine Staff. Gazing upon the carnage of the tribe below, his eyes blazed with fury.
"Damn Golden Crow! You wicked son of Di Jun and Tai Yi! How dare you slaughter my Witch Clan's sons!"
Hou Yi appeared even calmer, but the killing intent in his eyes was almost tangible.
He took the enormous divine bow from his back— the Sun-Shooting Bow —and drew a special arrow from his quiver, radiating a chilling aura—the "Sun-Shooting Arrow," forged from the malevolent energy of the Pangu Hall and the blood essence of a great shaman.
"Brothers Kuafu, these golden crows are acting strangely, as if they are being controlled! But no matter what, slaughtering my people is an unforgivable crime!"
Hou Yi's voice was icy as he drew his bow to its fullest extent. Laws converged on the bowstring, and a terrifying aura that could lock onto souls and destroy everything spread out.
"Today, I will shoot down these monstrous birds that bring ruin to the world, to avenge my fallen kin!"
"Alright! I'll shield you from their true fire, so go ahead and do whatever you want!"
Kuafu roared and strode forward like a giant god supporting the sky, wielding his Peach Wood Divine Staff and stirring up a cloud of dust as he faced the eight rampaging golden crows, trying to attract their attention and create an opportunity for Hou Yi.
The eight controlled golden crows, devoid of any reason, immediately changed direction upon seeing the "provocative one," unleashing endless Solar True Fire like a waterfall upon Kuafu!
At this moment, Tai Yi had just arrived Yingzhou Island, holding Old Ten in his arms, and was about to knock on the Immortal Sect.
Di Jun had just passed through the chaos and glimpsed the Wa Huang Palace floating in the void.
Within the Heavenly Court, an army of billions of demons is gathering, their murderous aura soaring to the heavens. Pangu Hall of the Witch Clan, the remaining ten Ancestral Witch are assembled, their murderous aura surging, their Ancestral Witch True Body appearing and disappearing...