Three Demons of Xuanyuan Tomb

That day, Zhou Wang had offered incense and written a poem insulting Goddess Nüwa. After finishing it, he had even thought it was well written, never knowing he had already brought great disaster upon himself.

Beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, before Nüwa Palace, Golden Boys and Jade Maidens stood in orderly ranks, while Yellow Turban Warriors from all sides lined the way.

Before the halls of Nüwa Palace, a female immortal attendant respectfully kowtowed. "Everything is prepared. Please depart for Fire Cloud Cave, Your Ladyship."

Within, starlight swirled and spring breezes rolled. Rows of fairy maidens held musical instruments, while boys carried all manner of treasures.

At the center, Goddess Nüwa emerged with noble dignity, walking slowly forward as countless divine maidens and boys accompanied her.

Today was Goddess Nüwa's birthday, and she had intended to travel to Fire Cloud Cave to celebrate with her elder brother, Fuxi.

As she passed Chaoge, she caught the fragrance of incense. The mortal realm was conducting a sacrifice, and it seemed to be related to her.

Nüwa cast her divine gaze downward and happened to see Zhou Wang's procession leaving after offering incense.

She also saw the lewd and obscene poem on the wall.

The Phoenix Carriage Treasure Tent was a scene beyond compare, adorned in ingenious patterns of gilded clay.

Curving distant hills flew with emerald hues; fluttering dancing sleeves reflected robes of sunset clouds.

Pear blossoms bore raindrops as they vied in beauty; peonies shrouded in mist flaunted seductive adornment.

If only such enchanting grace could stir and move, I would bring her back to Changle to serve the king.

Goddess Nüwa had been worshipped by the Human Race since its beginning. When had she ever suffered such humiliation?

She immediately clenched her silver teeth. "What an immoral, foolish tyrant!!"

Your Ladyship flew into a rage. The auspicious cloud beneath her feet moved, carrying her straight toward Chaoge to settle matters with Zhou Wang.

Yet when she reached the top of the imperial palace, two beams of red light shot into the sky and actually blocked Goddess Nüwa's path. Nüwa pondered briefly and calculated with her fingers, discovering that Cheng Tang still had several decades of fate remaining.

Even so, the anger in Nüwa's heart did not fade. She was so furious that she no longer wished to go to Fire Cloud Cave.

"Return."

The female immortals were confused. "Your Ladyship? Return where?"

"Nüwa Palace."

Nüwa's expression was chilling beyond measure. She was clearly enraged to the extreme.

After everyone returned to Nüwa Palace, Nüwa dismissed them all. With a wave of her hand, a small banner-shaped magical treasure appeared.

It was the Demon Summoning Banner.

Goddess Nüwa murmured an incantation. Then she lightly shook the Demon Summoning Banner in her hand. Moments later, gusts of sinister wind rose, followed by Demonic Wind.

Countless demons flew toward Nüwa Palace from every direction.

Nüwa was the Sage of the Demon Race. Since Your Ladyship had summoned them, they naturally came—though those who had already joined other sects would not.

For example, the demons of the Clarification Sect and Jie Sect did not come. Nor did the former subordinates of Di Jun and Taiyi; those were ancient great demons who now only wished to recuperate and thrive.

Those who came were all unaffiliated demons. Nüwa looked at the gathered Demon Race below and said, "The Killing Tribulation is approaching. Cultivate diligently, hide yourselves deep in the mountains, and do not invite calamity. Then you may escape this trial. Those destined to answer the tribulation must enter the world and answer it."

The demons below did not understand. "Your Ladyship, who are those destined to answer the tribulation? And what must they do?"

Nüwa pondered for a while. "Those with deep fortune may become sages in the flesh and later immortals of Changle. Those next in fortune may become gods of the divine path and later serve the Heavenly Court. Those with shallow foundations shall turn to ashes!"

Upon hearing this, the demons below were so frightened that they could not speak. Who knew what kind of fortune they possessed? What if theirs was shallow?

They immediately dared not say another word.

"You may withdraw. The Three Demons of Xuanyuan Tomb shall remain."

The Nine-Tailed Fox Spirit, Jade Pipa Spirit, and Nine-Headed Pheasant Spirit looked at Goddess Nüwa in confusion.

"Your Ladyship, why have you summoned us little demons? Oh, today is Your Ladyship's birthday. May Your Ladyship's sacred lifespan know no bounds."

With a cold expression, Nüwa said, "Zhou Wang is without virtue, and Cheng Tang's fate is exhausted. That Zhou Wang actually dared insult a Sage; he must lose the realm! In Western Qi, the Holy Ruler of Western Zhou has already arisen. Heaven's will is decided, and fate has brought this about. You three demons may conceal your demonic forms, enter the palace grounds, and beguile the ruler's heart. Assist King Wu's Campaign Against Zhou in achieving success. You must not harm living beings. Once the deed is done, you too shall attain True Fruit."

"Yes, Your Ladyship."

Having received Nüwa's decree, the Three Demons of Xuanyuan Tomb immediately departed for the mortal realm.

"Sister! The Lady said we could attain the True Fruit!"

The Jade Pipa Spirit looked happily at the fox spirit, surprise lighting her face. The Three Demons of Xuanyuan Tomb had cultivated for many years, yet they had never been able to discern Heaven's secrets. They had always been unable to cross the final threshold and did not dare rashly break through to the Heavenly Immortal realm, lest they turn to ashes beneath the lightning tribulation.

Not everyone had Hong Lie's luck, breaking through on Wang Yuan's Immortal Mountain where even the Heavenly Dao's lightning tribulation could not descend.

Moreover, the Heavenly Dao was unfair. The Demon Race faced the harshest lightning tribulations when ascending to immortality; one misstep and they would turn to ashes. The Human Race, by contrast, had little to fear. Their lightning tribulations for becoming immortals were practically nothing more than thunder and rain.

The thousand-year fox spirit was the most shrewd. After pondering for a long while, she said, "I'm afraid things are not so simple. Come, let us take a look around Chaoge."

The three demons had lived in Xuanyuan Tomb for a long time, afraid of becoming entangled in karma, and thus had remained secluded. In recent years, they had been stifled badly by their fear of karma, but since Goddess Nüwa had given the order, they did not dare refuse to leave.

Outside Chaoge, the three took human form and strolled leisurely down the road.

Then the thousand-year fox spirit suddenly stopped. "Eh, this Desolate Mountain looks so much like our Xuanyuan Tomb!"

The Nine-Headed Pheasant Spirit looked over the Desolate Mountain and sighed. "Yes, it is actually about the same as Xuanyuan Tomb. I imagine the people on this mountain must be suffering as well."

Thinking of the miserable state of their secluded lives these past years, the three demons nearly shed tears.

Their lives these past years had been far too bitter.

As they walked upon the Desolate Mountain, they discovered that this place was even more miserable than Xuanyuan Tomb!

There was not even a single blade of wild grass.

Wang Yuan stared at the three young women outside and swallowed. "The Primordial World has women dressed this revealingly too?"

The Three Demons of Xuanyuan Tomb were not of the Human Race, so they dressed as casually as they pleased. They wore simple little bellybands and short skirts. Though all were made from leaves, the leaves came from hundred-year and thousand-year-old trees and were incomparably tough.

But that attire was truly enticing.

At the very least, it had tempted Wang Yuan.

"Tsk, it was hard enough for someone to come up the mountain, and now there are three women..."

"Should I bring them up the mountain?"

"But I don't know what kind of people they are... This is killing me."

Wang Yuan's caution had already surpassed everyone in the Primordial World.

The three demons were usually accustomed to frolicking. Seeing that the Desolate Mountain resembled their Xuanyuan Tomb, they felt a sense of familiarity, as though they were back on their own mountain. Since no one was around, the three began playing.

One lifted another's clothes, while another pulled off someone's skirt.

Wang Yuan ate a great deal of ice cream...

"Damn it! How could I possibly endure this?"

"Open!"

With a thought, he activated the formation.

While the three demons were still playing, they suddenly felt an immense surge of spiritual energy envelop them. That spiritual energy seemed more than a hundred times denser than even that of Nüwa Palace!

"Ah... this..."

The three cried out in alarm.

A young man appeared before them, staring at them without even blinking.

The three demons did not understand much about mortal customs and naturally had no idea how provocative their clothing was.

"Who are you?"

The Nine-Tailed Fox Spirit looked at Wang Yuan, secretly on guard. It was not for any other reason—the spiritual energy here was simply too dense, making them feel as though they were dreaming.

"I should be asking you that. Why have you trespassed upon my Immortal Mountain?" Wang Yuan's eyes darted as he instead shouted sharply.