The Human Race Slays a Demon; Di Jun Enraged [Begging for Flower Gifts]

Chongming Bird realized that his vital essence was dissipating, destroyed by the flames of the Dao Lotus. He was about to turn into Ashes of tribulation.

It was impossible to accept. Ever since he became a Demon God of the Demon Clan, he had never felt so powerless to turn things around!

As a Demon God, he was actually feeling fear at this very moment!

It was impossible to accept!

He beat his wings, trying to break free of the Dao Lotus!

But the Dao Lotus had already been unleashed. There was no ending this without destroying something.

"No!" Chongming Bird's body was scorched by the Fire Lotus. His immortal body turned black inch by inch, crumbling everywhere!

"Reform!"

He crumbled again!

Each time, he grew weaker.

After an unknown number of rebirths, Chongming Bird finally failed to rise again...

"The Demon Clan is the overlord of the Primordial World. Even a single Demon God is this difficult to deal with!"

After seeing Chongming Bird completely perish, Jiang Chen felt no regret, only concern.

"If the Human Race can't rise in a short time,"

"then, given the strength of the Witch and Demon Clans, the Human Race still won't escape being swallowed alive as food when the Witch-Demon Calamity arrives!"

"Looks like I need to publish Invincible Brat as soon as possible! It records physiques suited to cultivation for the Human Race, as well as invincible techniques!"

"It will be a turning point for the Human Race to soar into the heavens!"

Jiang Chen instantly understood everything and felt he needed to pick up the pace!

Even though he had defeated Chongming Bird, he had still needed to pay a heavy price to slay a Demon God.

And the Human Race? The entire race wasn't even enough to fill a Demon God's teeth.

The Human Race needed more strong fighters!

The Human Race needed more gifted people!

With that in mind, Jiang Chen immediately took his leave of his Wu Clan friends and headed straight for Shouyang Mountain, the Human Holy Land!

Chongming Bird was one of the Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Righteous Gods of the Demon Clan!

In the Demon Clan, and even throughout the Primordial Wilderness, he could be considered one of the powerful beings.

Yet today, he had fallen on Human lands, killed by a human!

He had been incinerated on the spot! Even a drop of blood couldn't bring him back to life!

From now on, the Heavenly Court would be one Righteous God short of three hundred and sixty-five!

Boom~~~~

The Heavenly Court...

Among the three hundred and sixty-five stars representing the Demon Clan's Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Righteous Gods, one that had once shone brightly suddenly dimmed, losing all its light and radiance in an instant.

The entire star cracked apart and began to disintegrate!

The Demon Clan's Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Righteous Gods were the foundation for controlling the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array. If anything happened to them, the Demon Clan's strength would be diminished!

The fall of one of the Demon Clan's Righteous Gods naturally couldn't escape Di Jun, the Demon Emperor.

"One of the stars has dimmed? Has a Demon God fallen?"

Di Jun sat high upon the Heavenly Court, gazing down at the Primordial Continent year after year as he pondered how to wipe out the Wu Clan and unite the Primordial World, becoming its true overlord.

But the fall of a Demon God shook the Demon Clan's foundation. He couldn't ignore it!

"Investigate this for me! Find out which region's Wu Clan attacked!"

The only enemy Di Jun could think of was the Wu Clan.

In the Primordial World, only the Wu Clan dared to attack a Demon God!

And only a Great Shaman could have the strength to kill a Demon God without anyone noticing.

"And summon the Demon Marshal commanding Chongming Bird!"

Di Jun issued one order after another. It was obvious he was enraged.

When a Sage grew angry, calamity engulfed the Primordial Wilderness.

And Di Jun was a Quasi-Saint. If he grew angry, the Primordial World would know no peace!

Chapter 12: The Human Race Slays a Demon; Di Jun Enraged [Begging for Flower Gifts]

"The Human Race killed a Demon God? Well done!!"

The Wu Clan Ancestral Land.

Ancestral Witch Zhurong's aura was Hunyuan. Every inch of his skin was enough to crush the Star Ancient Domain.

Hearing Great Shaman Da Yi's report, Ancestral Witch Zhurong burst out laughing!

Every living being in the Primordial Wilderness knew how weak the Human Race was.

If the Innate Human Race hadn't been created by Empress Nuwa, they would have been devoured completely by the Demon Clan long ago, just like the Acquired Humans.

Among the Innate Human Race, Xuandu was the only one taken as a disciple by Grand Pure Laozi, a Sage, so that he could share in the Human Race's Fortune and enjoy its merit.

Before this, there hadn't been a single immortal besides him!

And now, someone had appeared who could kill a Demon God of the Demon Clan at the Grand Unity Golden Immortal level.

How could Zhurong not be surprised—and delighted!

After all, it was a Demon God of the Demon Clan who had died!

One of the Demon Clan's Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Righteous Gods, and a foundation of the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array.

"Hahaha! I wonder if Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Di Jun will fly into a rage when they learn that a Demon God has fallen!"

Zhurong imagined their misfortune with delight.

"Ancestral Witch Zhurong, I noticed traces of the battle's lingering aura. Combined with what the Wu Clan disciples told me, I can say for certain that this human not only obtained the first wisp of Kindling Fire, the acquired merit, but also possesses a powerful flame stronger than the Ten Great Origin Fires of the Primordial Era!"

"Oh?" Ancestral Witch Zhurong suddenly stopped laughing.

He was an expert at playing with fire, and a powerful Quasi-Saint among the Twelve Ancestor Witches, who controlled the Primordial Wilderness's Law of Fire.

The Ten Great Origin Fires of the Primordial Era were only a little weaker than the power of his Law of Fire.

If there was a flame even more powerful than the Ten Great Origin Fires, did that mean his Law of Fire had a rival?

"It doesn't matter. The Human Race is weak and poses no threat."

Zhurong said this with absolute confidence.

He was an Ancestral Witch of the Wu Clan, who held sway over all living beings on the Primordial Continent.

The Human Race was only one of the many races living on the Primordial Continent. It was nothing to worry about.

"Ancestral Witch Zhurong, our Wu Clan and the Demon Clan are at odds across the Primordial World. One of their Demon Gods has died, and the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array has lost one of its foundations. Shouldn't we take the initiative and attack?"

Da Yi made this suggestion.

The Demon Marshal Flying Sickle had already come to covet his tribe's territory. He had been seething with frustration and wanted to vent it by giving the Demon Clan a beating.

If they wouldn't listen, fight! That was the Wu Clan tradition!

"Not yet!" Zhurong rejected him outright.

He then explained, "The Demon Clan has a Xiantian Supreme Treasure, and even Saint Nuwa has unbreakable ties to them. We can't act rashly."

"All right..." Da Yi was somewhat dispirited.

Still, this concerned the future of the Witch and Demon Clans and who would rule as overlord of the Primordial Wilderness. He understood they couldn't act recklessly.

Now that he had reported to the Ancestral Witch, it was time to return to his tribe.

Afterward, Da Yi left...

Meanwhile, in the Heavenly Court!

Demon Marshal Flying Sickle was reporting to Di Jun.

"Flying Sickle! Tell me, why did the Demon God under your command, Chongming Bird, fall?"

Di Jun's voice rang through the Heavenly Court's palace like the fading toll of a great bell, booming again and again.

Flying Sickle, seated below him, felt a chill run down his spine and was terrified.

He folded his wings and answered respectfully, "Reporting to the Heavenly Emperor! Our tribe clashed with the Wu Clan. I fought Da Yi beyond the heavens. The others were all at the Taiyi Realm, so I thought Chongming Bird's ability to revive through nirvana would keep him from perishing completely. I never expected a human to possess a flame more powerful than the Primordial Origin, or to have mastered the first wisp of Kindling Fire, the acquired merit!"

"Empowered by Heavenly Dao merit, he fused several flames of utmost power to form a Fire Lotus as powerful as a strike from an Innate Spiritual Treasure. It kept eroding Chongming Bird's power of nirvana!"

"By the time I got away from Da Yi and reached the battlefield, the Human Race had already left. Only the Wu Clan remained."