I, the Human Emperor, Madly Writing Books to Create Emperors

The Chongming Bird realized that its essence was collapsing, burned to destruction by the flames of the Dao Lotus, about to turn into ashes of tribulation.

This was unacceptable—since becoming a Demon God of the Demon Race, it had never felt so utterly powerless!

As a Demon God, it was now feeling fear!

This was unacceptable!

It beat its wings, trying to break free from the Dao Lotus!

But the Dao Lotus had already been unleashed; without destroying one side, there was no stopping it.

"No!" The Chongming Bird's body was scorched by the Fire Lotus, its immortal form blackening inch by inch, crumbling everywhere!

"Reassemble!"

It crumbled again!

The more it struggled, the weaker it grew.

After countless cycles of rebirth and revival, the Chongming Bird finally failed to rise again...

"The Demon Race is the overlord of the Primordial World, and even a single Demon God is this troublesome!"

Seeing the Chongming Bird utterly annihilated, Jiang Chen felt no regret, only concern in his heart.

"If the Human Race cannot rise in a short time."

"Given the strength of the Witch and Demon Clans, when the Witch-Demon Calamity approaches, the Human Race will still end up being devoured as blood food!"

"It seems I need to get the book Invincible Brat published as soon as possible! It contains physiques suited for human cultivation, and even invincible techniques!"

"This is a turning point for the Human Race to soar into the sky!"

Jiang Chen instantly understood everything, feeling he needed to speed up his progress!

Even though he had defeated the Chongming Bird, it had cost him a great price to kill a single Demon God.

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

The Human Race needed more strong warriors!

The Human Race needed more talented individuals!

With this in mind, Jiang Chen immediately bid farewell to his Wu Clan friends and headed straight for the Human Holy Land, Shouyang Mountain!

The Chongming Bird, one of the Demon Race's Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Righteous Gods!

In the Demon Race, and even throughout the Primordial World, it could be considered a powerful existence.

But today, it fell on Human territory, dying at the hands of a human!

Cremated on the spot! Not even a drop of blood could revive it!

From then on, the Heavenly Court's Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Righteous Gods would be one short!

Boom~~~~

The Heavenly Court...

Among the three hundred and sixty-five stars representing the Demon Race's Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Righteous Gods, one star that had been shining brightly suddenly dimmed, losing all its light and divine essence.

The entire star cracked and began to disintegrate!

The Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Righteous Gods were the foundation of the Demon Race's Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array; if something went wrong, the Demon Race's strength would be cut by a layer!

The fall of a Demon God naturally could not be hidden from Di Jun, the Demon Emperor of the Demon Race.

"A star has dimmed? A Demon God has fallen?"

Di Jun sat high in the Heavenly Court, constantly overlooking the Primordial Continent, pondering how to utterly destroy the Wu Clan and truly unify the Primordial World, becoming its true overlord.

But the fall of a Demon God shook the Demon Race's foundation—it could not be ignored!

"Go and investigate for This Seat! Which region's Wu Clan made a move!"

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

In the Primordial World, only the Wu Clan dared to strike at a Demon God of the Demon Race!

And only a Great Shaman had the strength to silently annihilate a Demon God.

"Also! Summon the Demon Marshal who commanded the Chongming Demon God to This Seat!"

Di Jun issued one command after another; clearly, he was enraged.

When a Sage is angered, tribulation sweeps the Primordial World.

And Di Jun, with his Quasi-Saint cultivation, would bring endless chaos to the Primordial World if he grew wrathful!

Chapter Twelve: The Human Race Slays a Demon, Di Jun's Great Wrath [Kneeling for Flowers and Tips]

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

The Wu Clan's Ancestral Land.

Zhurong, the Ancestral Witch, exuded a chaotic aura; every inch of his skin could crush the Star Ancient Domain.

When the Great Shaman Da Yi reported this, the Ancestor Witch Zhurong burst into hearty laughter.

Every living being in the Primordial World knew just how weak the Human Race truly was.

If not for the fact that the Innate Human Race had been created by Empress Nuwa, they would likely have been devoured clean by the Demon Race long ago, just like the Acquired Humans.

And among the Innate Human Race, only one—Xuandu—had been taken as a disciple by Grand Pure Laozi, the Saint, solely to share in the Human Race's fortune and enjoy its merits.

Other than that, not a single Immortal had existed among them before!

Now, a person had suddenly appeared who could slay a Demon God of the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm.

How could this not astonish him? Even more, it delighted Zhurong!

Because the one who died was a Demon God of the Demon Race!

One of the three hundred and sixty-five Orthodox Gods of the Demon Race, a foundation pillar for arranging the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array.

"Hahaha! When Eastern Emperor Taiyi and Di Jun find out that one of their Demon Gods has fallen, won't they be absolutely furious?"

Zhurong imagined with schadenfreude.

"Ancestor Witch Zhurong, I noticed the lingering aura of the battle afterward, and combined with what our Wu Clan tribesmen said, I can confirm that not only did that human obtain the first wisp of Kindling Fire from acquired merit, but he also wields a flame more powerful than the Ten Great Origin Fires of the Primordial Era!"

"Oh?" Zhurong the Ancestor Witch suddenly stopped laughing.

He was an expert in fire himself, and among the Twelve Ancestor Witches, he was a formidable Quasi-Saint who controlled the Law of Fire of the Primordial World.

The Ten Great Origin Fires of the Primordial Era were only slightly weaker in energy than his own Fire Law.

If there existed a flame more powerful than the Ten Great Origin Fires, did that mean his Fire Law had finally met its match?

"No matter. The Human Race is weak—no threat."

Zhurong said with absolute certainty.

He was an Ancestor Witch of the Wu Clan, ruling over all living beings on the Primordial Land.

And the Human Race was merely one race living on that land—nothing to worry about.

"Ancestor Witch Zhurong, our Wu Clan and the Demon Race are locked in stalemate across the Primordial World. Now that they've lost a Demon God, the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array has lost one of its foundations. Should we take the initiative to strike?"

Da Yi offered this counsel.

Earlier, the Demon Marshal Flying Sickle had come to make a move on his tribe's territory. He had been holding in his frustration and wanted to vent it by giving the Demon Race a beating.

If you don't submit, you fight! That was the Wu Clan tradition!

"Not yet!" Zhurong refused outright.

He explained further: "The Demon Race possesses a Xiantian Supreme Treasure, and even Saint Nuwa has an unbreakable connection to them. We cannot act rashly."

"Very well..." Da Yi was somewhat disheartened.

Still, this concerned the future of the Wu and Demon Clans, and who would sit as the overlord of the Primordial World. He understood that they could not act recklessly.

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

After that, Da Yi departed...

At the same time, in the Heavenly Court above!

The Demon Marshal Flying Sickle was reporting the situation to Di Jun.

"Flying Sickle! This Seat asks you—why did the Demon God Chongming Bird under your command fall?"

Di Jun's voice rang out like the lingering echoes of a great Dao bell, booming and reverberating through the halls of the Heavenly Court.

Flying Sickle, seated below, felt a chill run down his spine, trembling with fear.

He folded all his wings and replied with utmost reverence: "Your Majesty the Heavenly Emperor! Our tribe's clan clashed with the Wu Clan. I fought the Great Shaman Da Yi in the Outer Heavens, while the rest were all at the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm. I thought that the Chongming Bird possessed the power of nirvanic rebirth and could never truly fall—but I never expected that a certain human youth wielded a flame more powerful than the Primordial Origin Fires, and had also comprehended the first wisp of Kindling Fire from acquired merit!"

"With the Heavenly Dao's merit upon him, he fused several extremely powerful flames into a mighty Fire Lotus comparable to a strike from an Innate Spiritual Treasure, continuously eroding the Chongming Bird's nirvanic source power!"

"By the time I broke free from Da Yi and reached the battlefield, the humans had already withdrawn, leaving only the Wu Clan behind."