At the moment Demon God Xiao Mang perished, Di Jun, far away in the Heavenly Court, sensed it as well. He immediately took out the Monster Summoning Banner to inspect the true spirits upon it, only to see an utterly familiar aura vanish into nothingness in an instant.
"Xiao Mang has fallen?"
"Who did this?"
A surge of fury immediately rose in Di Jun's heart. This time, because of Demon God Xiao Mang, the Demon Clan had lost more than ten Great Golden Immortals and an army of a million demons. Even he himself had been severely wounded by Old Ancestor Panwang. Yet Di Jun had greatly valued Xiao Mang's loyalty.
Every Great Golden Immortal was an irreplaceable existence to the Demon Clan. They were the foundation of the Demon Court and Di Jun's reliance against the Witch Race.
The current Demon Clan had already lost many Daluo Demon Saints in its last great battle against the Witch Race. To form the complete Great Zhou Tian Star Dou Formation, they had to recruit more Daluo experts.
Yet during this period, he had first met with failure at the Dragon Clan, then encountered the calamity that was King Pan. Di Jun truly felt that his luck had reached rock bottom!
He had thought that after Eastern Emperor Taiyi forcefully slew King Pan, things would improve. But not long after returning to the Heavenly Court, Demon God Xiao Mang had fallen!
Was this not a slap to his face?
At that thought, he immediately sent for Fuxi and had him handle the matter.
After he and Eastern Emperor Taiyi founded the Demon Clan, they had invited many Innate Divine Beings to join them. Nuwa and Fuxi and his sister were among the most outstanding.
To win over the two of them, he had specifically promised them the positions of Imperial Lord Xi and Empress Wa, allowing them to enjoy the same Demon Clan Fortune as he and Eastern Emperor Taiyi.
Unfortunately, Nuwa had always been uninterested in worldly affairs. After becoming a Sage, she had moved far from the Primordial Wilderness and opened Grand Simplicity Heaven within the chaos. Now, she merely held a nominal position in the Demon Clan.
Fuxi, on the other hand, saw Nuwa become a Sage, and ambition naturally arose within him. He hoped to use the Demon Clan's Fortune to ascend further, at the very least not to be left too far behind by Nuwa.
"Fellow Daoist Fuxi, I entrust this to you!"
Di Jun spoke earnestly. "I am injured, while Tai Yi is in seclusion, hoping to slay his third corpse before the next great battle with the Witch Race! This matter can only trouble you, Fellow Daoist Fuxi!"
In truth, Di Jun was also deeply troubled. The Demon Court was a mixed bag. Xi He was busy teaching their children, while Kunpeng was wildly ambitious. Among the ten Demon Saints, Ji Meng still maintained ties with the Dragon Clan, and Gui Che was often in contact with the Phoenix Clan. Only Bai Ze and Shang Yang could be considered old veterans of the Demon Clan.
But Bai Ze and Shang Yang had only barely slain one corpse. Their strength was far inferior to Kunpeng's and Fuxi's, so Di Jun truly did not dare send them into danger.
Thus, the first person he thought of was Fuxi, who had slain two corpses!
Fuxi had a Sage backing him. Even if he encountered danger, ordinary beings would not dare kill him. That was an advantage no one else possessed.
"Rest assured, Fellow Daoist!"
Fuxi nodded. "Xiao Mang was ultimately a member of our Heavenly Court. As the Heavenly Court's Imperial Lord Xi, I naturally cannot allow him to perish for no reason!"
He could also see that Di Jun had been under immense pressure recently. First, the Great Zhou Tian Star Dou Formation had been broken, then he had suffered major losses at the hands of both the Dragon Clan and Old Ancestor Panwang.
Having enjoyed so many benefits, it was time for him to contribute something to the Demon Clan and Heavenly Court!
Meanwhile, Xuan Qing had been refining the King Pan Bead and comprehending Old Ancestor Panwang's Great Dao when he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of alarm and dread.
"Could some great expert be deducing me?"
During a tribulation, Heavenly Secrets and karmic causes were obscured, making deductions extremely difficult—but not impossible. Otherwise, Xuan Qing's Innate Eight Trigrams would not be usable either!
"I need to leave quickly!"
Xuan Qing frowned deeply. Di Jun possesses the River Diagram and Luo Shu, two supreme-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures. Both are divine tools for deduction! Furthermore, Fuxi and Bai Ze are masters in this field as well!
"I cannot be careless!"
He had originally wanted to refine the poisonous miasma left behind by King Pan as a means of protection. But after weighing the pros and cons, he decided to lie low first.
With a thought, he immediately used the art of Other Selves, splitting off more than a dozen Other Self Incarnations. Activating Soaring Golden Light, they fled in different directions.
During this process, he deliberately used the Innate Eight Trigrams to blur karma and alter the Heavenly Secrets, attempting to lead whoever was deducing him in the wrong direction.
As for his true body, he fully activated the Golden Cloud Crown, concealing his aura. Then he used Submerging Abyss Shrinking Earth and fled toward the depths of the Primordial Wilderness's earth veins.
These two divine abilities were among the more advanced techniques of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Dipper Techniques of the Mystic School. Soaring Golden Light's speed surpassed cultivators of the same realm, allowing one to travel to the North Sea in the morning and Cangwu at dusk. Submerging Abyss Shrinking Earth, meanwhile, was an earth-escape technique that could cover millions of miles in a single thought where earth-vein aura was dense.
"Strange?"
Not long after Xuan Qing left, Fuxi arrived at the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. "According to my deductions, Demon God Xiao Mang was slain by King Pan's Remnant Soul, but another cultivator played a critical role! Why, even when I deduce with all my strength, can I not determine the direction in which that person fled?"
Fuxi was immediately intrigued.
According to his deductions, that cultivator's realm was not high, certainly no stronger than Demon God Xiao Mang. Otherwise, he would not have needed to rely on King Pan's Remnant Soul to kill Xiao Mang!
"Interesting!"
A startling divine light bloomed in his eyes. His Daluo spiritual radiance spread forth, revealing a corner of the River of Time and Space, as though it sought to reflect everything that had happened here.
But at that very moment, an invisible force interfered with him. Countless possibilities immediately unfolded within the vast River of Time and Space!
In the end, he eliminated the interference, yet there were still more than a dozen possible directions of escape!
"Then I'll try them one by one!"
He was a mighty quasi-Sage who had slain two corpses. A single thought could carry him millions of miles. He had more than enough time to verify the dozen or so results from his deductions.
In an instant, Fuxi appeared several million miles away. But the moment he made his move, the aura he was tracking turned into a streak of spiritual light and dispersed into the void.
"This method..."
Fuxi's will was firm, far beyond that of ordinary people. One failure was not enough to make him give up. With a thought, he fled in another direction.
Unfortunately, he still found nothing!
Nuwa, seated high in Grand Simplicity Heaven, watched the scene and could not help smiling. "Interesting! Even Brother could not catch that noisy brat?"
Ordinary people all believed that becoming a Sage meant standing above everything.
Yet they did not know that Sages were also bound by many restrictions and could not truly act as they pleased.
After becoming a Sage, Nuwa had indeed wanted to do some things. But the Heavenly Dao told her that Sages must be impartial and should not excessively interfere with the fates of living beings in the Primordial Wilderness.
Whether it was the Witch Race, the Demon Clan, or even the human race she had personally created, all had predetermined destinies. Forcibly interfering would only bring calamity upon them.
In fact, she had more than once urged Fuxi to leave the Demon Clan and avoid becoming entangled in karma.
But as a quasi-Sage who had slain two corpses, Fuxi had his own convictions. If he wished to advance further, he had to find a way to obtain immense Fortune!
Tribulations often came with opportunities. A great tribulation was both calamity and fortune. Some entered the tribulation passively, while others entered it willingly, seeking a chance to break through!
Fuxi was precisely the latter!
Nuwa watched with great interest and murmured, "If you can escape Brother's pursuit, I shall personally grant you a stroke of fortune!"
A Sage's words were Heaven's Decree. Words Followed by Law, representing Heaven's Will to a certain extent.
Naturally, she would not go back on her word lightly!
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