"Fellow Daoist, the profundity of your Dao and the depths of your deductions are truly unlike anything this poor Daoist has seen in his life."
Fu Xi looked at the peerlessly elegant Willow Deity and sighed from the bottom of his heart.
He considered his art of deduction unrivaled in the Primordial Wilderness, yet before the absolute power of this mysterious woman, he still felt a profound sense of defeat.
Willow Deity's expression remained calm as she replied softly, "All the myriad laws of heaven and earth lead to the same destination by different paths. Your obsession runs too deep. Bound hostage by the fate of the Demon Heavenly Court, you will ultimately find it difficult to glimpse the true Great Dao."
Fu Xi gave a bitter smile and shook his head. "Fellow Daoist, your words are sound. But this poor Daoist is one of the Demon Clan's sovereigns and has enjoyed the Demon Clan's support for countless years. Now that the Demon Clan stands at the brink of life and death, this poor Daoist has no other choice. Even if I fall and my Dao is extinguished today, I will still fight to the death to hold you back."
With that, Fu Xi sat cross-legged once more. Blood essence seeped from his fingertips, staining the strings of his zither red.
Gritting his teeth, he spared no cost to his origin and once again played a tragic, stirring melody, all so he could restrain Willow Deity for a little longer in this desperate situation.
At the very center of the battlefield, however, the changing situation had already completely slipped beyond the Demon Clan's control.
Di Jun stood alone at the core of the Zhou Tian Star Formation. His gaze swept across the battlefield, and his heart gradually sank to the