Flight to the Moon

Inside the Demon Emperor Hall.

Sun Wuxuan toyed with the shrunken Sea-Quelling Divine Needle Iron. "Demon Emperor, think carefully, and you'll know what they intend to do."

"Hmm?" The Demon Emperor frowned.

Sun Wuxuan bared his fangs in a grin.

The Sea-Quelling Divine Needle split into two streaks of golden light, forming two figures.

One figure gnawed at the other, and then a bolt of lightning struck down.

The Demon Emperor smiled faintly. "Immortal Emperor Wuxuan, you might as well speak plainly."

The Demon Emperor understood. It was not that the three courts were unwilling to join forces—they had long since done so.

They were waiting for the Heavenly Court to go mad, waiting for them to turn into fiends. Then, they could reap the power of Heaven.

But if that happened, who knew how many immortals and gods would be buried at the hands of the Heavenly Court.

"After this cleansing, how many people will remain in the Heavenly Realm?" the Demon Emperor sighed.

Sun Wuxuan shook his head. "So long as it lets them advance and obtain the power of Heaven, they can sacrifice however many immortals and gods they please."

"How did these four become Heavenly Emperors in the first place?" The Demon Emperor's expression turned icy.

Sun Wuxuan shook his head without speaking. He did not know how those four Heavenly Emperors had taken their thrones either.

With the three courts remaining still, there was nothing the Demon Emperor could do. With his meager strength, he was no match for the Heavenly Court at all.

Even with his true body added in, it would not be enough.

Unless they could speed up the Heavenly Court's progress and force it to make a move.

The Moon Goddess?

The Demon Emperor pondered it, then dismissed the idea. The