Taiyi, carrying the last trace of Golden Crow bloodline, tore through space and fled back to the Demon Clan's Heavenly Court in utter disarray.
The heavenly palace was magnificent, resplendent in gold and jade, with countless streaks of auspicious mist.
Dijun sat high upon the Heavenly Emperor's throne, discussing preparations for the Witch-Demon War with Demon Master Kunpeng and the Ten Great Demon Sages.
Suddenly, space twisted, and a giant flaming claw stretched out in panic, clutching a little Golden Crow with disheveled feathers, trembling like a drenched chicken.
"Little Ten?!"
Dijun sprang to his feet, his imperial robes stirring without wind.
His gaze flashed like lightning as it swept over the giant claw before turning toward the empty vault of the sky beyond the hall.
"Taiyi! Where are the other nine sons?!"
Taiyi arrived, and the flaming claw turned into a streak of light and vanished into the void. Looking at the little Golden Crow, still shaken with fright, Taiyi said in a stifled voice:
"Brother... the nine boys... all nine have fallen! They were... shot dead by the Witch Clan's great witch, Hou Yi...!"
"Pfft—!"
Upon hearing this, Dijun felt as though a colossal hammer had struck the crown of his head!
A surge of blood could no longer be suppressed and sprayed from his mouth!
The blood was crimson gold, containing the origin of an emperor. As it splattered across the floor paved with stellar gold, it hissed and scorched black marks into the surface.
"Your Majesty!" The demons cried out in alarm.
"My sons! My nine imperial sons—!"
Dijun's eyes turned bloodshot, his imperial crown trembling. The Solar True Fire around him erupted uncontrollably, bathing the entire Lingxiao Treasure Hall in crimson gold as the temperature soared!
His body swayed. Had he not gripped the throne's