Seeking the Three Ancestors of the Human Race, Di Jun is Furious!

A small human tribe, tens of thousands of miles away from where Xuandu was located.

Flames soared into the sky, and corpses littered the ground.

Several wolf-headed, human-bodied demon generals were wielding their sharp claws, wantonly reaping the lives of the fleeing humans, their faces filled with cruel delight.

The leading wolf demon, at the early stage of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, had just torn an elder of the Human Race to shreds, licking the blood from his claws.

"Tsk, human blood, the taste is just so-so..."

Before he could finish speaking.

An indescribable, terrifying pressure suddenly descended!

"Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!"

All the demons who were committing atrocities, including the Primordial Unity wolf demon, froze instantly.

The cruel smiles on their faces solidified.

The next moment, they silently shattered inch by inch, turning into the finest powder that scattered with the wind.

Not even a single scream was uttered.

All that remained in place were faint traces of demonic energy, which were soon assimilated by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and disappeared without a trace.

The surviving humans looked blankly at the empty ground before them, as if those ferocious demons had never appeared.

Only the lingering smell of blood in the air proved the brutality of moments ago.

Another riverside tribe.

A group of Aquatic Demon Race demons drove back vicious waves, submerging the village and devouring the fallen humans as blood food.

A crocodile demon, at the middle stage of Primordial Unity Golden Immortal, had just crushed the body of a strong adult male.

That Hunyuan pressure descended like thunder.

All the Aquatic Demon Race demons, regardless of their cultivation level, stiffened instantly, then quietly shattered, leaving no trace.

The raging river water, deprived of demonic energy support, slowly receded, leaving only devastation.

On the shores of the East Sea, countless similar scenes were unfolding simultaneously.

Whether it was the Bird Demons controlling demonic winds to patrol in the high sky, the Beast Demons rampaging on the ground, or the Scaled Demons hiding in the swamps.

As long as they were slaughtering humans, or their bodies were stained with the strong scent of human blood.

At the same moment, they were locked onto by that incredibly precise Hunyuan pressure.

Without exception, they instantly turned to ashes, their bodies and souls annihilated!

Xuandu floated in the air, his green robes fluttering, his face stern.

His Spiritual Sense enveloped the surroundings, ensuring not a single fish escaped the net.

He not only wanted to kill these perpetrators but also to ensure that no Demon Race members could leave.

This was to prevent any Demon Race members from discovering that Human Race blood had a restraining effect on the Witch Clan.

The control of a Golden Immortal of the Origin's divine sense had reached perfection. He only targeted the Demon Race, without harming any surviving members of the Human Race, and did not even damage the surrounding environment in the slightest.

After a moment.

Xuandu slowly retracted his Spiritual Sense and pressure.

The entire coast of the East Sea, and even areas further afield, where all the Demon Race strongholds slaughtering the Human Race had been, were completely purged.

The sky-piercing demonic energy that permeated the heavens and earth vanished.

Only the thick scent of blood and resentment still lingered, recounting the tragedy that had just occurred.

Xuandu frowned slightly and waved his sleeve again.

A clear, ethereal immortal light spread out like ripples, gently brushing over the injured Human Race tribes.

As the immortal light passed, the injuries of the survivors healed at a visible rate, their terrified minds were slowly soothed, and they fell into a deep sleep.

The bloody smell in the air was also largely purified, and the sky-piercing resentment subsided slightly.

After doing all this, Xuandu did not feel relieved.

He knew this was only a temporary fix.

With the fall of a Demon Saint like Ghost Chariot and the simultaneous loss of contact with so many Demon Race squads, the Demon Court would never let this go.

Di Jun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi would sooner or later detect the anomaly.

What would arrive next would likely not be a Great Luo Demon Saint, but a Quasi-Saint level Demon Emperor, or even the Zhou Tian Star Dou Great Array!

He had to improve his strength as soon as possible and find a true path to survival for the Human Race.

Merely passive defense was by no means a long-term solution.

His gaze deepened.

The system's mission was to prevent the Demon Race from refining the Witch-Slaying Sword.

This was not just about saving these people before him.

He had to completely shatter the Demon Race's ambition, or else, the Human Race needed to possess the strength to make the Demon Race dare not harbor such thoughts again!

With him alone, he might be able to protect the shores of the East Sea, or even parts of the Human Race.

But the Great Wilderness was vast, and the Human Race was scattered across the four directions. How could he possibly attend to everything?

The only way was to make the Human Race stronger themselves, or... to find them a sufficiently powerful and permanent sanctuary.

The Jie Sect...

A sharp glint flashed in Xuandu's eyes.

Perhaps, it was time to start implementing that plan.

Guiding the Human Race to join the Jie Sect!

If successful, not only would the Human Race receive the protection of a Sage's lineage and be safe, but he could also leverage the Human Race's massive population base to gain unimaginable cultivation and foundation feedback!

At that time, to what extent would his strength improve?

Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal of the Origin might no longer be an unattainable dream!

And this was precisely the crucial step to completing the system's mission and unlocking the Cultivation Technique Divine Ability Sum Feedback!

Stopping the Witch-Slaying Sword wasn't just about intercepting it with force; it required fundamentally altering the fate of the Human Race!

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With this thought, Xuandu's mind suddenly cleared, and the path ahead became even clearer.

He cast one last glance at the Human Race tribe below, which was gradually returning to peace but was still devastated, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"It's not enough... far from enough."

Whispering to himself, he took a step forward, his form merging into the Void, and he disappeared.

He needed to start making arrangements in his capacity as a Personal Disciple of the Jie Sect.

Finding Suiren Shi, Ziyi Shi, and Youchao Shi was the most important thing now.

So that they could discuss the next course of action.

Time was running out.

The Thirty-three Heavens, the Demon Court.

The Lingxiao Palace, resplendent and magnificent, with demonic energy soaring to the heavens.

Myriad demons shuttled through it, some ferocious, some majestic, their auras solemn.

Di Jun sat high upon the Demon Emperor's throne, enveloped by faint Solar True Fire, his imperial aura permeating and pressing down upon the Lingxiao Palace.

He was in deep contemplation, comprehending the mysteries of the Stars and deducing the Demon Race's path to dominance.

Suddenly!

He abruptly opened his eyes!

"Buzz!"

Two clusters of Solar True Fire in his eyes flashed explosively, piercing the void and bathing the hall in golden brilliance!

A sense of dread struck him without warning!

"Ghost Chariot?"

Di Jun's expression changed drastically, and for the first time, disbelief and rage appeared on his majestic face!

Just a moment ago, he had clearly sensed that the powerful Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Peak aura of Ghost Chariot, one of the Ten Great Demon Saints, had completely vanished from heaven and earth in an instant!

Not hidden, not severely injured.

It was utter annihilation!

Body and soul destroyed, true spirit gone!

How could this be possible?

Ghost Chariot was a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Peak, possessing vast Divine Abilities, and even had a life-saving demon talisman bestowed by him.

Even if he couldn't defeat a Quasi-Saint, it was impossible for him to perish so abruptly without even a sliver of information being transmitted back!

Who?

Who dared to lay such a deadly hand upon a Demon Saint of the Demon Race?

The Witch Clan?

Di Jun's chest rose and fell slightly, the Solar True Fire escaping uncontrollably, causing the surrounding space to distort from the heat.

He forcibly suppressed the surging rage and doubt, and immediately closed his eyes.

His mind sank into the Heavenly Dao, his vast Quasi-Saint pressure spreading, inducing the power of the Stars, and frantically deducing the Heavenly Secret's threads at the location of Ghost Chariot's demise.

He wanted to see just what divine being dared to stir up trouble within the Demon Court!

However.

The next moment, Di Jun's body trembled violently, and the look of shock and anger on his face instantly turned ashen!

Heavenly Secret... a complete chaos!

Regarding the cause of Ghost Chariot's fall, all related karma and destiny were shrouded in mist, chaotic and unclear.

With his Quasi-Saint Peak cultivation, wielding the River Diagram and Luo Book, and borrowing the power of the Stars to deduce, he couldn't even glimpse half the truth!

It was as if Ghost Chariot's death had happened out of thin air, without cause or effect!

This was absolutely impossible!

Unless... a Sage had made a move, confusing the Heavenly Secret?

As this thought arose, Di Jun's heart trembled violently.

Could it be the Three Pure Ones? Or those two from the West?

Why would they target Ghost Chariot?

Although Ghost Chariot was a Demon Saint, in the eyes of a Sage, what difference was there between him and an ant? Why would they personally intervene to conceal it?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, but none could resolve his doubt.

"Big Brother?"

Beside him, Eastern Emperor Taiyi sensed the violently fluctuating aura from Di Jun and was startled awake from his cultivation, a look of doubt on his face.

He held the Chaos Bell, his aura equally vast.

"What could possibly make Big Brother so enraged?"

Eastern Emperor Taiyi asked in a deep voice, his brows furrowed.

Di Jun slowly opened his eyes, golden flames flickering within them, carrying suppressed rage to the extreme:

"Ghost Chariot... has fallen."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Eastern Emperor Taiyi suddenly stood up, the Chaos Bell emitting a soft chime that vibrated the Void.

His face was filled with shock and disbelief.

"Ghost Chariot has fallen? When? Where? Who did it?"

Three consecutive questions revealed the tempest raging within his heart.

The Ten Great Demon Saints of the Demon Race are the pillars of the Demon Court, existing at the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Peak, each cultivated with countless resources from the Demon Race.

The most crucial point is that these two had already bestowed Innate Spiritual Treasures some time ago.

It won't be long before Ghost Chariot can sever his good karma and break through to the Quasi-Saint realm.

By then, all Ten Great Demon Saints will be at the Quasi-Saint realm.

Now that the great tribulation is approaching, with the Witches and Demons in confrontation, it's a time for utilizing personnel, yet one great general has been lost?

And in such an unclear manner?

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