"Bai Ze, you have followed me for countless ages. Don't you understand? I have no way back."
Di Jun knew that this was indeed unfair to Fuxi, but for power, for Auspicious Qi, he had no choice but to do it. He had no other option.
Things were different now.
Several Saints stood high above, while the Witch Clan watched covetously from the side. If he could not lead the Demon Clan to transcendence, then they would merely be pawns at the Saints' mercy.
"I hope Your Majesty has made the right choice."
Bai Ze did not dare say anything more. He feared that he would become the next Fuxi.
Zhen Yuanzi watched the conflict between Di Jun and Fuxi unfold from the sidelines.
"HAHAHA! Splendid!"
"Di Jun, I never expected the lord of the Heavenly Court to be this kind of person. Treating Fuxi this way... if Saint Nuwa finds out, tsk tsk."
Zhen Yuanzi did not say much, but Di Jun's expression suddenly changed.
Damn it, there was an outsider here. If Nuwa learned that Fuxi had suffered such a grievance, would she not tear down his Lingxiao Treasure Hall?
"Hmph!"
Di Jun snorted coldly. Zhen Yuanzi was not a blabbermouth like Hong Yun, nor could he meet Saint Nuwa. Even if he knew, he had no way to tell Nuwa.
"Your Heavenly Court is truly amusing. You actually let me watch such a fine show. But the same goes as before—hand over my friend's belongings, or I will block this South Heaven Gate for good."
Seeing that his attacks could not affect the Heavenly Court, Zhen Yuanzi stopped. As long as he blocked the South Heaven Gate, that was enough. There was no need for him to concern himself with anything else.
"Zhen Yuanzi, Hong Yun's death