At the far north of the world lay a frozen wasteland, a bitterly cold expanse of ice and snow. Beneath ten thousand zhang of ice stood a vast palace. Its aura was majestic, ancient, and eternal. A hazy radiance surrounded it as it rose among endless trees, seeming not out of place at all, but as though it belonged there—mysterious beyond comprehension.
Inside the Ancestor Wu Hall sat twelve figures of vastly different appearances. Though they lounged casually, terrifying waves of magical power radiated from them, ancient and eternal. A single glance from any one of them could annihilate countless living beings; a casual movement could stir the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and even their breathing stirred gusts of wind.
Fire God Zhu Rong, a red-haired middle-aged man whose bulging muscles and raised veins resembled Flood Dragons, rose to his feet and called out to Di Jiang, "Elder Brother, the Demon Race has gone too far! They even declared they would unite the myriad races of heaven and earth and demand that all submit to them—including our Wu Clan!"
Di Jiang shook his head. "The Heavenly Court was established in accordance with Heaven's mandate. There is a reason for it."
"Hmph! What virtue or ability does that whelp Di Jun possess to proclaim himself Heavenly Emperor and rule all living beings on Heaven's behalf? Our Wu Clan was born carrying the bloodline of Pangu Father God. We have left them alone, which is already a blessing for them, and yet they still dare provoke us."
Zhu Rong, one of the Ancestor Wu, had been born with fire-based divine abilities, and his temper was as volatile as leaping flames.
Just then, another savage aura gathered in the air. It was Water God Gong Gong, who said, "Exactly! Let's go