A small human tribe lay tens of thousands of miles from the valley where Xuandu was.
Flames soared into the sky, and corpses littered the ground.
Several wolf-headed, human-bodied Demon Generals swung their sharp claws, wantonly harvesting the lives of fleeing humans, their faces wearing cruel delight.
At their head, a Wolf Demon at the early Taiyi Golden Immortal realm had just torn a human elder apart and was licking the blood from his claws.
"Tsk, human blood tastes only average..."
Before he could finish speaking.
An indescribably terrifying pressure suddenly descended!
"Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!"
Including that Taiyi Wolf Demon, every demon currently committing murder froze instantly.
The cruel smiles on their faces stiffened.
The next moment, they silently shattered inch by inch, turning into the finest dust and scattering with the wind.
They could not even let out a single scream.
Only faint traces of Demonic Qi remained, soon assimilated by the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi and vanishing without a trace.
The surviving humans stared blankly at the empty ground before them, as though those vicious demons had never appeared at all.
Only the lingering stench of blood in the air proved the brutality that had just occurred.
At another riverside tribe.
A group of Aquatic Demon Race members drove vicious waves to flood the village, devouring the humans who fell into the water as blood food.
A Crocodile Demon at the mid-stage Taiyi Golden Immortal realm had just bitten apart the body of a grown man.
That Hunyuan Pressure came crashing down.
Every member of the Aquatic Demon Race, regardless of cultivation, instantly stiffened before quietly breaking apart and leaving no trace behind.
The raging river waters lost the support of demonic power and slowly receded, leaving only devastation behind.
Along the East Sea Coast, countless similar scenes unfolded at the same time.
Whether Bird Demons patrolling the skies atop demonic winds, Beast Demons ravaging the ground, or Scaled Demons hiding in marshes.
So long as they were slaughtering humans or carried a strong stench of human blood.
They were all locked on by that incomparably precise Hunyuan Pressure at the same instant.
Without exception, they instantly turned to ash, their bodies and souls annihilated!
Xuandu hovered in the air, his green robes fluttering, his expression cold and stern.
His Spiritual Sense covered the surroundings, ensuring that not a single fish escaped the net.
He not only wanted to kill these perpetrators, but also ensure that no demons escaped.
This was to prevent any demons from discovering that human blood had a restraining effect on the Witch Clan.
The spiritual sense control of a Golden Immortal of the Origin had reached perfection. He killed only demons, without harming a single surviving human or even damaging the surrounding environment in the slightest.
A moment later.
Xuandu slowly withdrew his Spiritual Sense and pressure.
Across the entire East Sea Coast and even farther regions, every demon stronghold currently slaughtering humans had been completely purged.
The soaring Demonic Qi filling heaven and earth vanished in an instant.
Only the thick scent of blood and resentment still lingered, recounting the tragedy that had just taken place.
Xuandu frowned slightly and waved his sleeve robe again.
Clear, hazy immortal light spread like ripples, gently brushing over those wounded Human Tribes.
Wherever the immortal light passed, the survivors' injuries healed at a visible rate, their terrified minds slowly soothed until they fell into deep sleep.
The bloody smell in the air was mostly purified as well, and the soaring resentment calmed somewhat.
After doing all this, Xuandu did not feel relieved.
He knew this only treated the symptoms, not the root cause.
With a Demon Saint like Ghost Chariot fallen and so many demon squads losing contact at once, the Demon Court would never let the matter rest.
Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi would discover the anomaly sooner or later.
The next ones to arrive would likely not be Daluo Demon Saints, but Quasi-Saint Demon Emperors, perhaps even the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array!
He had to raise his strength as quickly as possible and find a true way of survival for the Human Race.
Merely defending passively was never a long-term solution.
His gaze deepened.
The system's mission was to stop the demons from forging the Witch-Slaying Sword.
This was not merely about saving the people before him.
It was about completely crushing the demons' intentions, or giving the Human Race the strength to make the demons never dare entertain such thoughts again!
On his own, he might be able to protect the East Sea Coast, perhaps even part of the Human Race.
But the Great Wilderness was vast, and humans were scattered everywhere. How could he possibly watch over everything?
Only by making the Human Race strong enough themselves, or... finding them a sufficiently powerful permanent refuge.
Jie Sect...
A sharp glint flashed through Xuandu's eyes.
Perhaps it was time to begin carrying out that plan.
Guide the Human Race into the Jie Sect!
If he succeeded, the Human Race would not only gain the protection of a Sage's lineage and live free from danger.
They could also rely on the Human Race's enormous population to bring him unimaginable feedback in cultivation and foundation!
At that time, how far would his strength rise?
Perhaps even becoming a Primordial Great Golden Immortal would no longer be an unattainable dream!
And this was precisely the crucial step to completing the system mission and unlocking Cultivation Technique Divine Ability Sum Feedback!
Stopping the Witch-Slaying Sword could not rely solely on intercepting it through force. He also needed to alter the fate of the Human Race from its root cause!
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At this thought, Xuandu suddenly saw everything clearly, and the road ahead became ever more distinct.
He gave one final look at the Human Tribes below, which were gradually returning to calm but remained scarred beyond recognition. A trace of complexity flashed through his eyes.
"Not enough... far from enough."
As he murmured softly, he took a step and merged into the void, disappearing from sight.
He needed to begin making arrangements in his capacity as a Personal Disciple of the Jie Sect.
Finding Suiren Shi, Ziyi Shi, and Youchao Shi was now the most important thing.
Then he could discuss what came next.
Time was running out.
Thirty-three Heavens, Demon Court.
Lingxiao Palace was resplendent in gold and jade, its Demonic Qi soaring to the heavens.
Countless demons moved through its halls, some ferocious and others imposing, their aura grim and oppressive.
Di Jun sat high upon the Demon Emperor throne, faint Solar True Fire coiling around him. His Emperor's Aura filled the air, his pressure reaching the heavens.
He had been roaming in meditation with his eyes closed, comprehending the mysteries of the Stars and deducing the Demon Race's grand hegemony.
Suddenly!
His eyes snapped open!
"Buzz!"
Two clusters of Solar True Fire burst forth from his eyes, scorching through the void and bathing the palace hall in brilliant gold!
A feeling of heart palpitations struck without warning!
"Ghost Chariot?"
Di Jun's face changed greatly, and for the first time, disbelief and fury appeared on his dignified face!
At that very instant, he had clearly sensed that Ghost Chariot, one of the Ten Great Demon Saints, whose formidable aura was at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Peak, had completely disappeared from heaven and earth in an instant!
It was not concealment, nor was it severe injury.
It was utter annihilation!
Body and soul annihilated, True Spirit Gone!
How was this possible?
Ghost Chariot was at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Peak, with vast Divine Abilities, and he even possessed a life-saving demon talisman bestowed by Di Jun.
Even if he could not defeat a Quasi-Saint, there was absolutely no way he could have fallen so abruptly without sending back even a shred of information!
Who was it?
Who dared strike so viciously at a Demon Saint of his Demon Race?
The Witch Clan?
Di Jun's chest rose and fell slightly. Solar True Fire spilled out of control, scorching the surrounding space until it twisted and warped.
He forcibly suppressed his surging rage and doubt, immediately closed his eyes.
His mind sank into the Heavenly Dao. Vast Quasi-Saint pressure spread out, drawing upon the power of the Stars as he frantically deduced the Heavenly Secret threads surrounding the place where Ghost Chariot had fallen.
He wanted to see exactly which mighty figure dared cause trouble on the Demon Court's doorstep!
However.
The next moment, Di Jun's body shook violently, and the shock and fury on his face instantly turned iron-green!
The Heavenly Secret... was a mass of Chaos!
Everything related to the cause of Ghost Chariot's death, all associated Karma and fate, was shrouded in fog and Chaos.
With his Quasi-Saint Peak cultivation, wielding the River Diagram and Luo Book and borrowing the power of the Stars to deduce the matter, he still could not glimpse even a fraction of the truth!
It was as though Ghost Chariot's death had occurred out of thin air, without cause or effect!
That was absolutely impossible!
Unless... a Sage had acted and muddled the Heavenly Secret?
The moment this thought arose, Di Jun's heart jolted violently.
Could it have been the Three Pure Ones? Or those two from the West?
Why would they target Ghost Chariot?
Ghost Chariot was a Demon Saint, but what was he in the eyes of Sages other than an ant? Why would they need to personally take action and conceal it?
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, yet none could resolve his confusion.
"Big Brother?"
At the side, Eastern Emperor Taiyi sensed the violently fluctuating aura around Di Jun and awoke from cultivation, confusion on his face.
He held the Chaos Bell, and his own aura was equally vast.
"What could possibly make Big Brother this furious?"
Eastern Emperor Taiyi asked in a deep voice, his brows tightly furrowed.
Di Jun slowly opened his eyes. Golden flames danced within them, carrying rage suppressed to the extreme.
"Ghost Chariot... has fallen."
"What?"
Upon hearing this, Eastern Emperor Taiyi suddenly stood up. The Chaos Bell let out a soft chime, shaking the void.
His face was filled with shock and disbelief.
"Ghost Chariot has fallen? When? Where? Who did it?"
Three questions in succession revealed the stormy waves in his heart.
The Ten Great Demon Saints were the pillars of the Demon Court. Each was a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Peak existence, and the Demon Race had expended countless resources to nurture every one of them.
Most crucially, the two of them had already bestowed Innate Spiritual Treasures some time ago.
Before long, Ghost Chariot would have been able to sever his good corpse and break through to the Quasi-Saint realm.
At that time, all Ten Great Demon Saints would have reached the Quasi-Saint realm.
Now that tribulation is approaching and the Witch and Demon races stood opposed, this was precisely when they needed capable forces. Yet they had lost a great general?
And in such an inexplicable manner?
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