The Demon Race's Zifu Opens War

"Di Jun and Tai Yi, truly extraordinary."

Fuxi's expression was complex as he sensed the vast fortune of the Demon Race.

He had been invited by Di Jun and Tai Yi before and knew their ambitions and capabilities well.

Nuwa, on the other hand, frowned slightly. As a future Sage, she could sense the calamity qi in the world quietly growing again, intertwined with this newborn fortune of the Demon Race.

The two of them, without a word, turned their gaze towards the warm spring.

[The Demon Race has been established! Will the Witch Race be far behind?]

[But Master and my brother-in-law are also nominally Demon Emperors of the Demon Race, why weren't they brought along when the Demon Race was established?]

[But this is a good thing, after all, the protagonists of this Calamity are the Witches and Demons, and it's not worth the gain to get involved.]

What Qing Xuan didn't know was that Di Jun and Tai Yi had specifically invited Fuxi and Nuwa when establishing the Demon Race.

Having heard Qing Xuan's inner thoughts, the siblings knew that the Demon Race was a huge trouble and naturally refused to join, politely declining.

"Master, Martial Uncle, congratulations on your cultivation advancements! It seems quite lively outside?"

Qing Xuan greeted Nuwa and Fuxi with a smile as they suddenly appeared.

"It's just some power struggles, nothing to do with you."

Nuwa said indifferently, walking to Qing Xuan's side and naturally reaching out to ruffle his hair again.

"Are there any parts of your cultivation you don't understand? Your Martial Uncle and I will explain them to you."

This time, her movements were much more practiced.

Seeing Nuwa's natural actions, Qing Xuan's mouth twitched slightly. He felt like Nuwa was treating him like a child.

Shaking his head, he stopped thinking about the strange notion.

Qing Xuan brought up a few issues he had encountered in his cultivation.

Nuwa explained them meticulously, and then she and Fuxi preached the Dao to Qing Xuan for a thousand years.

While Qing Xuan and Nuwa were enjoying a peaceful time in the Dao field, the Primordial World had already exploded.

With the establishment of the Demon Race, the biggest impact was naturally on Dong Wang Gong's Zizhou Prefecture.

In the past, the cultivators of Zizhou Prefecture, backed by Dong Wang Gong, were welcomed everywhere they went. If they encountered opportunities or treasures on the road, as long as the other party was a rogue cultivator, they would simply snatch them.

If they were in a good mood, they might spare the other person's life; if they were in a bad mood, they would kill them on the spot.

But since the establishment of the Demon Race, the situation in Zizhou Prefecture had gradually changed.

The individual strength of the demons might not be that high, but their sheer numbers and population were overwhelming.

As soon as they clashed with the Demon Race, a group of demons would immediately surround and attack them. For a time, the cultivators of Zizhou Prefecture suffered immensely, losing their former arrogance.

Dong Wang Gong sat in the Zifu Palace, angrily slamming the table.

"Di Jun, Tai Yi, you go too far! I am the Head of Male Immortals personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor. It's one thing that they don't submit, but they even dare to establish the Demon Race and oppose my Zizhou Prefecture!"

A cultivator whose cultivation was at the mid-stage of Grand Unity Golden Immortal spoke up.

"Emperor, please do not be angry. That Demon Race is nothing but a rabble. You are the Head of Male Immortals personally appointed by the Dao Ancestor. If Di Jun and Tai Yi act like this, aren't they disregarding the Dao Ancestor?"

"In my opinion, Emperor, why not write a letter and send it to the Sun Star, demanding that Di Jun and Tai Yi submit to Zizhou Prefecture. Otherwise, when the second sermon in Zixiao Palace occurs, the Dao Ancestor will not let them off."

This was an attempt to pressure the Demon Race using Hongjun.

Dong Wang Gong nodded with satisfaction.

This person had pledged allegiance to him when they were in Zixiao Palace. He had the cultivation of a Grand Unity Golden Immortal and was deeply trusted by Dong Wang Gong.

Soon, Dong Wang Gong wrote a letter and had someone deliver it to Di Jun.

Di Jun received Dong Wang Gong's letter on the Sun Star.

He opened it, read it, and then smiled disdainfully.

This was all Dong Wang Gong was capable of. As for the Dao Ancestor's reprimand, Di Jun was not worried. After all, for now, the Demon Race and Zizhou Prefecture were still minor skirmishes. As a Sage, the Dao Ancestor naturally wouldn't do anything to the Demon Race.

What was bothering him now was another matter.

His subordinates reported that there was a tribe below Buzhou Mountain that fed on demons, did not cultivate their primordial spirits, and relied solely on their physical bodies.

He had sent some powerful demons to test them, but they had returned defeated.

According to the report, the opponent, relying solely on their physical strength, had forced a Grand Unity Golden Immortal to flee with his primordial spirit.

Spells and divine abilities seemed to merely tickle them.

The subordinate's description reminded Di Jun of the twelve giants radiating fierce aura he had encountered in Zixiao Palace.

The Twelve Ancestral Witches.

It was said they were formed from the vital blood essence of Great God Pangu.

The first time Di Jun saw the Twelve Ancestral Witches, he felt an uncomfortable sensation.

It felt as if he had encountered his nemesis.

Now, he realized his feeling was indeed correct.

With the second lecture at Zixiao Palace imminent, the Demon Race couldn't dispatch too many experts, so they could only endure for the time being.

Zizhou Prefecture.

"Has the messenger returned?"

Dong Wang Gong sat at the head seat, gripping his dragon-headed staff, and asked in a deep voice.

"Reporting to the Emperor, he has returned."

A cultivator came out to report.

"Oh? Then what was Di Jun's reply? Is he willing to submit to my Zizhou Prefecture?"

Dong Wang Gong was full of anticipation. If Di Jun submitted to him out of fear of the Dao Ancestor's punishment, then his Zizhou Prefecture would be the number one power in the Great Desolation. At that time, who would dare to disobey him, Emperor Donghua?

"This... Di Jun burned the letter."

The cultivator was helpless and could only report the truth.

"Di Jun and Tai Yi, how dare they humiliate me like this!"

Dong Wang Gong trembled with rage, and he smashed the dragon-headed staff in his hand heavily onto the ground.

"Issue my order! All cultivators of Zizhou Prefecture shall immediately go to war with the Demon Race. I will let them know the consequences of provoking my Zizhou Prefecture!"

Seeing the enraged Dong Wang Gong who had lost his reason, none of the Zifu cultivators present dared to step forward and persuade him.

Upon receiving Dong Wang Gong's order, the Zizhou Prefecture cultivators quickly began to assemble.

On the other side, Di Jun had already received news from the minor demons below about Dong Wang Gong's actions.

Thus, the Demon Race also began to prepare for war.

The atmosphere throughout the Great Desolation instantly became tense.

The great powers of the Great Desolation all closed their cave dwellings to avoid trouble.

Under this tense atmosphere, the Demon Race and Zizhou Prefecture went to war.

The cultivators of Zizhou Prefecture gathered in the boundless starry sky of the Great Desolation.

The cultivators of each realm were clearly distinguished.

Ten thousand Heavenly Immortals, a thousand Mystic Immortals, a hundred Golden Immortals, dozens of Grand Unity Golden Immortals, and a total of six Grand Unity Golden Immortals.

This was already more than half of Zizhou Prefecture's forces.

"Di Jun, I, this Emperor, under the Dao Ancestor's edict, govern the Great Desolation. Your Demon Race disobeys the Dao Ancestor's edict. Hurry and surrender, do not cling to your foolish ways!"

Dong Wang Gong's voice, amplified by his magic power, echoed through the starry sky of the Great Desolation.

"You, Dong Wang Gong, act perversely and sow chaos in the Great Desolation, causing all living beings to suffer. Our Demon Race acts on behalf of Heaven. Even the Dao Ancestor will not favor you."

Di Jun's calm voice came from the Sun Star.

Seeing that their words were irreconcilable, they could only settle the matter with their fists.

Dong Wang Gong waved his dragon-headed staff and ordered an attack.

The Zifu cultivators advanced towards the Sun Star.

However, Di Jun was well-prepared, and the demon warriors were ready.

Before the Zifu cultivators could reach the Sun Star, they were intercepted.

As soon as the two sides came into contact, they engaged in a fierce battle.

The starry sky of the Great Desolation was instantly covered in blood, and the sounds of killing made the stars tremble.

The Heavenly Immortals of Zizhou Prefecture swarmed towards the Demon Race like locusts, but were easily blocked by the elite warriors of the Demon Race.

The Mystic Immortals and Golden Immortals were surrounded by the experts of the Demon Race, and screams echoed one after another.

The Grand Unity Golden Immortals beside Dong Wang Gong had cold eyes. They unleashed powerful divine abilities, attempting to tear open the Demon Race's defense line.

Seeing this, Di Jun waved his hand, and a group of powerful demon saints stepped forward. The energy storms created by their collision caused nearby small stars to explode.

The strength of the Demon Race could not be underestimated, and the cultivators of Zizhou Prefecture gradually found themselves unable to cope.

Tai Yi personally took action. The Three-legged Golden Crow Dharma form was engulfed in the overbearing True Sun Fire, and the Eastern Emperor Bell in his arms rang continuously.

Waves of sound spread towards the Zifu cultivators.

The cultivators who were touched by the sound waves instantly froze and exploded.

Dong Wang Gong's eyes were about to split. He brandished his dragon-headed staff and charged towards Tai Yi.

As soon as the two clashed, Dong Wang Gong felt something was wrong.

In terms of cultivation, both were at the peak of Grand Unity.

However, Tai Yi was a Three-legged Golden Crow, naturally controlling the True Sun Fire, which was incredibly overbearing. Every collision continuously burned Dong Wang Gong's magic power and physical body.

In terms of magical treasures, Tai Yi possessed the Innate Supreme Treasure, the Chaos Bell. (After becoming Eastern Emperor, Tai Yi's name was changed to Eastern Emperor Bell.)

The power of a Supreme Treasure was incomparable to other magical treasures. Even though he held a Supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure, after a few collisions, the spiritual light around the dragon-headed staff dimmed, clearly showing it was damaged.

With no advantage in cultivation and a disadvantage in magical treasures, Dong Wang Gong's defeat was sealed.

As expected, after another clash, Tai Yi found an opportunity. The suppressing power of the Eastern Emperor Bell erupted, carrying Tai Yi's magical power as it fiercely struck Dong Wang Gong.

Dong Wang Gong spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his figure retreated rapidly. He cast a vicious glance at Tai Yi and transformed into a stream of light, fleeing towards the Great Desolation.

Seeing their Emperor flee, the cultivators of Zizhou Prefecture immediately lost all will to fight and began to scatter in panic.

How could the Demon Race miss this excellent opportunity? They immediately increased their output. For a time, the cultivators of Zizhou Prefecture suffered heavy casualties, and were pursued by the Demon Race all the way to the Great Desolation.

After a great battle, Zizhou Prefecture suffered heavy losses.

Dong Wang Gong slumped onto his chair, his face ashen.

This battle had caused Zizhou Prefecture to lose face once again in the Great Desolation. He was filled with unwillingness, yet he also understood that it would be difficult to contend with the Demon Race again in the short term.