"Here he comes! Your Majesty, the Demon Master has returned!" the Duty Star Officer loudly reported.
Di Jun had sensed him long ago. His gaze was already fixed on the enormous ten-thousand-mile true body in the sky, and a trace of relief flashed through his eyes.
Kunpeng let out a long cry and forced himself to summon the last shred of his strength as he flew to the South Heaven Gate. He circulated his remaining magical power, slowly lifted the two Phoenix Carriages on his back, and gently set them on the ground. Immediately afterward, his enormous body crashed down, blood gushing like a spring and dyeing the entire flight of stairs red in an instant.
Everyone was deeply shaken by the sight.
The dignified Demon Master, a Great Divine Ability User, had actually been willing to carry Xi He and Chang Xi's carriages with his true body, treating himself like a mount. Ordinary mighty figures would rather die than suffer such humiliation. Yet, to avoid missing the auspicious hour, Kunpeng had lowered himself without hesitation, all to preserve the Yao Race's dignity. Such responsibility commanded solemn respect.
Even the Primordial Lord of Heaven, who had always looked down on the Yao Race, could not help glancing over, approval faintly visible in his eyes.
"Quick! Summon the physicians! Bring me my Exquisite Nine-Turn Pill!" Di Jun shouted urgently.
An immortal official accepted the order and hurried toward the sleeping palace.
Di Jun bent down beside Kunpeng and pressed his palm against his back, sending magical power into his body to heal his injuries. However, when his power reached one of the wounds, it was immediately repelled, completely ineffective. Di Jun's pupils contracted. Taking a closer look, he suddenly cried out, "Three-Light Divine Water!"
Those words stunned everyone present.
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