Di Jun, Tai Yi, Fuxi, Kunpeng...
The ones blocking Hong Yun turned out to be the Yao Race Heavenly Court. Apart from Nuwa, who had already become a Saint, and Heavenly Empress Xi He, all the Heavenly Court's senior officials had arrived. Even half of the Ten Heavenly Generals had come.
Hong Yun glanced over and saw one of them. His heart sank, and before long, he had fallen into utter despair.
The Heavenly Court's forces were fewer than the group Venerable Kummu had previously assembled, but their combat strength was nothing like that of the earlier group.
Even if it were only Eastern Emperor Tai Yi, with the Chaos Bell in his possession, Hong Yun knew he was no match for him. What was more, there were Di Jun, Fuxi, and the others. Every one of them was his equal or even a little stronger. Even Kunpeng, who seemed somewhat weaker at the moment, was no easy opponent.
Speaking of Kunpeng, he had long since kept out of the affairs of the Yao Race Heavenly Court. But this time, when they set out to ambush Hong Yun, he had volunteered to join them. It wasn't because he wanted to become part of the Yao Race again. He had come purely for Hong Yun.
Back at Purple Firmament Palace, he had lost his place and, with it, the position of Heavenly Mandate Saint. He had bitterly resented it for hundreds of thousands of years, never able to let it go. He had always believed that Hong Yun had caused him to lose his place. That was why he had endured so much humiliation over the years, until he was ultimately forced to submit to the Yao Race.
Kunpeng felt that Hong Yun owed him a debt of Karma. Now that